2 Henry the Sixth (The First Part of the Contention betwixt the Two Famous Houses of York and Lancaster) · chunk 43 of 49
Anonymous / Marlowe, Christopher / Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written c.1590 (Annals) history · Pembroke's Men (?) unassigned nearest T46 Swords, quarrels and valour · 499 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T46: rapier, sword, fight, gentlemen, gentleman, kicked, kill, dagger, signor, valour.
Lord, who would live turmoiled in the Court, And may enjoy such quiet walks as these? This small inheritance my Father left me, Contenteth me, and worth a Monarchy. I seek not to wax great by others warning, Or gather wealth I care not with what envy: Sufficeth, that I have maintains my state, And sends the poor well pleased from my gate. here's the Lord of the soil come to seize me for a stray, for entering his Fee-simple without leave. A Villain, thou wilt betray me, and get a 1000. Crowns of the King by carrying my head to him, but I'll make thee eat Iron like an Ostrich, and swallow my Sword like a great pin ere thou and I part. Why rude Companion, whatsoe'er thou be, I know thee not, why then should I betray thee? Is't not enough to break into my Garden, And like a Thief to come to rob my grounds: Climbing my walls inspite of me the Owner, But thou wilt brave me with these saucy terms? Brave thee? I by the best blood that ever was broached, and beard thee to. Look on me well, I have eat no meat these five days, yet come thou and thy five men, and if I do not leave you all as dead as a door nail, I pray God I may never eat grass more. Nay, it shall ne'er be said, while England stands, That Alexander Iden an Esquire of Kent, took odds to combat a poor famished man. Oppose thy steadfast gazing eyes to mine, See if thou canst outface me with thy looks: Set limb to limb, and thou art far the lesser: Thy hand is but a finger to my fist, Thy leg a stick compared with this Truncheon, My foot shall fight with all the strength thou hast, And if mine arm be heaved in the Air, Thy grave is digged already in the earth: As for words, whose greatness answers words, Let this my sword report what speech forbears. By my Valour: the most complete Champion that ever I heard. Steel, if thou turn the edge, or cut not out the burly boned Clown in chines of Beef, ere thou sleep in thy Sheath, I beseech Ioue on my knees thou mayst be turned to Hobnails. O I am slain, Famine and no other hath slain me, let ten thousand devils come against me, and give me but the ten meals I have lost, and I'd defy them all. Whither Garden, and be henceforth a burying place to all that do dwell in this house, because the unconquered soul of Cade is fled. Is't Cade that I have slain, that monstrous traitor? Sword, I will hollow thee for this thy deed, And hang thee o'er my Tomb, when I am dead. ne'er shall this blood be wiped from thy point, But thou shalt wear it as a Herald's coat, To emblaze the Honour that thy Master got.
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Lord, who would liue turmoyled in the Court, And may enioy ſuch quiet walkes as theſe? This ſmall inheritance my Father left me, Contenteth me, and worth a Monarchy. I ſeeke not to waxe great by others warning, Or gather wealth I care not with what enuy: Sufficeth, that I haue maintaines my ſtate, And ſends the poore well pleaſed from my gate. Heere's the Lord of the ſoile come to ſeize me for a ſtray, for entering his Fee-ſimple without leaue. A Villaine, thou wilt betray me, and get a 1000. Crownes of the King by carrying my head to him, but Ile make thee eate Iron like an Oſtridge, and ſwallow my Sword like a great pin ere thou and I part. Why rude Companion, whatſoere thou be, I know thee not, why then ſhould I betray thee? Is't not enough to breake into my Garden, And like a Theefe to come to rob my grounds: Climbing my walles inſpight of me the Owner, But thou wilt braue me with theſe ſawcie termes? Braue thee? I by the beſt blood that euer was broach'd, and beard thee to. Looke on mee well, I haue eate no meate theſe fiue dayes, yet come thou and thy fiue men, and if I doe not leaue you all as dead as a doore naile, I pray God I may neuer eate graſſe more. Nay, it ſhall nere be ſaid, while England ſtands, That Alexander Iden an Eſquire of Kent, Tooke oddes to combate a poore famiſht man. Oppoſe thy ſtedfaſt gazing eyes to mine, See if thou canſt out-face me with thy lookes: Set limbe to limbe, and thou art farre the leſſer: Thy hand is but a finger to my fiſt, Thy legge a ſticke compared with this Truncheon, My foote ſhall fight with all the ſtrength thou haſt, And if mine arme be heaued in the Ayre, Thy graue is digg'd already in the earth: As for words, whoſe greatneſſe anſwer's words, Let this my ſword report what ſpeech forbeares. By my Valour: the moſt compleate Champion that euer I heard. Steele, if thou turne the edge, or cut not out the burly bon'd Clowne in chines of Beefe, ere thou ſleepe in thy Sheath, I beſeech Ioue on my knees thou mayſt be turn'd to Hobnailes. O I am ſlaine, Famine and no other hath ſlaine me, let ten thouſand diuelles come againſt me, and giue me but the ten meales I haue loſt, and I'de defie them all. Wither Garden, and be henceforth a burying place to all that do dwell in this houſe, becauſe the vnconquered ſoule of Cade is fled. Is't Cade that I haue ſlain, that monſtrous traitor? Sword, I will hallow thee for this thy deede, And hang thee o're my Tombe, when I am dead. Ne're ſhall this blood be wiped from thy point, But thou ſhalt weare it as a Heralds coate, To emblaze the Honor that thy Maſter got.