2 Henry the Sixth (The First Part of the Contention betwixt the Two Famous Houses of York and Lancaster) · chunk 44 of 49
Anonymous / Marlowe, Christopher / Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written c.1590 (Annals) history · Pembroke's Men (?) T43 York and Lancaster: dynastic claims and typicality 0.83 · 469 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T43: henry, king, richard, warwick, york, edward, father, duke, crown, son.
Iden farewell, and be proud of thy victory: Tell Kent from me, she hath lost her best man, and exhort all the World to be Cowards: For I that never feared any, am vanquished by Famine, not by Valour. How much thou wrong'st me, heaven be my judge; Die damned Wretch, the curse of her that bore thee: And as I thrust thy body in with my sword, So wish I, I might thrust thy soul to hell. Hence will I drag thee headlong by the heels Unto a dunghill, which shall be thy grave, And there cut off thy most ungracious head, Which I will bear in triumph to the King, Leaving thy trunk for Crows to feed upon. From Ireland thus comes York to claim his right, And pluck the Crown from feeble Henry's head. Ring Bells aloud, burn Bonfires clear and bright To entertain great England's lawful King. Ah Sancta Maiestas! who would not buy thee dear? Let them obey, that knows not how to Rule. This hand was made to handle nought but Gold. I cannot give due action to my words, Except a Sword or Sceptre balance it. A Sceptre shall it have, have I a soul, On which I'll toss the Fleure-de-Luce of France. Whom have we here? Buckingham to disturb me? The king hath sent him sure: I must dissemble. York, if thou meanest well, I greet thee well. Humphrey of Buckingham, I accept thy greeting. Art thou a Messenger, or come of pleasure. A Messenger from Henry, our dread Liege, To know the reason of these Arms in peace. Or why, thou being a Subject, as I am, Against thy Oath, and true Allegiance sworn, Should raise so great a power without his leave? Or dare to bring thy Force so near the Court? Scarce can I speak, my Choler is so great. Oh I could hue up Rocks, and fight with Flint, I am so angry at these abject terms. And now like Aiax Telamonius, On Sheep or Oxen could I spend my fury. I am far better borne than is the king: More like a King, more Kingly in my thoughts. But I must make fair weather yet a while, Till Henry be more weak, and I more strong. Buckingham, I prithee pardon me, That I have given no answer all this while: My mind was troubled with deep Melancholy. The cause why I have brought this Army hither, Is to remove proud Somerset from the King, Seditious to his Grace, and to the State. That is too much presumption on thy part: But if thy Arms be to no other end, The King hath yielded unto thy demand: The Duke of Somerset is in the Tower. Upon thine Honour is he Prisoner? Upon mine Honour he is Prisoner.
Anonymous / Marlowe, Christopher / Shakespeare, William
Publication year (edition)
1623
First performance / composition (Annals)
c.1590
First performance (BritDrama)
1591 [1587-1592]
Company (BritDrama)
Pembroke's Men (?)
Genre (British Drama)
history
Play type
Adult Professional;Professional
Edition / TCP / DEEP
edition 224 · TCP A11954 · DEEP 5081.21
Edition role
Other edition — placed after the fit, excluded from the main statistics
Position
nodes 2517–2569 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 44 of 49 in this edition
Length
469 words · 614 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T43 — York and Lancaster: dynastic claims and conflictcross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.835 (cosine to the topic centroid) · placed after the fit (approximate_predict), not counted in the topic statistics
Other seeds
seed 43: unassigned · seed 44: unassigned — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
Iden farewell, and be proud of thy victory: Tell Kent from me, ſhe hath loſt her beſt man, and exhort all the World to be Cowards: For I that neuer feared any, am vanquiſhed by Famine, not by Valour. How much thou wrong'ſt me, heauen be my iudge; Die damned Wretch, the curſe of her that bare thee: And as I thruſt thy body in with my ſword, So wiſh I, I might thruſt thy ſoule to hell. Hence will I dragge thee headlong by the heeles Vnto a dunghill, which ſhall be thy graue, And there cut off thy moſt vngracious head, Which I will beare in triumph to the King, Leauing thy trunke for Crowes to feed vpon. From Ireland thus comes York to claim his right, And plucke the Crowne from feeble Henries head. Ring Belles alowd, burne Bonfires cleare and bright To entertaine great Englands lawfull King. Ah Sancta Maieſtas! who would not buy thee deere? Let them obey, that knowes not how to Rule. This hand was made to handle nought but Gold. I cannot giue due action to my words, Except a Sword or Scepter ballance it. A Scepter ſhall it haue, haue I a ſoule, On which Ile toſſe the Fleure-de-Luce of France. Whom haue we heere? Buckingham to diſturbe me? The king hath ſent him ſure: I muſt diſſemble. Yorke, if thou meaneſt wel, I greet thee well. Humfrey of Buckingham, I accept thy greeting. Art thou a Meſſenger, or come of pleaſure. A Meſſenger from Henry, our dread Liege, To know the reaſon of theſe Armes in peace. Or why, thou being a Subiect, as I am, Againſt thy Oath, and true Allegeance ſworne, Should raiſe ſo great a power without his leaue? Or dare to bring thy Force ſo neere the Court? Scarſe can I ſpeake, my Choller is ſo great. Oh I could hew vp Rockes, and fight with Flint, I am ſo angry at theſe abiect tearmes. And now like Aiax Telamonius, On Sheepe or Oxen could I ſpend my furie. I am farre better borne then is the king: More like a King, more Kingly in my thoughts. But I muſt make faire weather yet a while, Till Henry be more weake, and I more ſtrong. Buckingham, I prethee pardon me, That I haue giuen no anſwer all this while: My minde was troubled with deepe Melancholly. The cauſe why I haue brought this Armie hither, Is to remoue proud Somerſet from the King, Seditious to his Grace, and to the State. That is too much preſumption on thy part: But if thy Armes be to no other end, The King hath yeelded vnto thy demand: The Duke of Somerſet is in the Tower. Vpon thine Honor is he Priſoner? Vpon mine Honor he is Priſoner.