2 Henry the Sixth (The First Part of the Contention betwixt the Two Famous Houses of York and Lancaster) · chunk 49 of 49
Anonymous / Marlowe, Christopher / Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written c.1590 (Annals) history · Pembroke's Men (?) unassigned nearest T18 Rebels, barons and the king's wars at ho · 473 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T18: king, lord, wallace, earl, edward, england, scotland, rebels, bruce, english.
So lie thou there: For underneath an Alehouse paltry sign, The Castle in S. Albon, Somerset Hath made the Wizard famous in his death: Sword, hold thy temper; Heart, be wrathful still: Priests pray for enemies, but Princes kill. Away my Lord, you are slow, for shame away. Can we outrun the Heavens? Good Margaret stay. What are you made of? You'll nor fight nor fly: Now is it manhood, wisdom, and defence, To give the enemy way, and to secure us By what we can, which can no more but fly. If you be ta'en, we then should see the bottom Of all our Fortunes: but if we haply scape, (As well we may, if not through your neglect) We shall to London get, where you are loved, And where this breach now in our Fortunes made May readily be stopped. But that my hearts on future mischief set, I would speak blasphemy ere bid you fly: But fly you must: Vncureable discomfit Reigns in the hearts of all our present parts. Away for your relief, and we will live To see their day, and them our Fortune give. Away my Lord, away. Of Salisbury, who can report of him, That Winter Lion, who in rage forgets Aged contusions, and all brush of Time: And like a Gallant, in the brow of youth, Repairs him with Occasion. This happy day Is not itself, nor have we won one foot, If Salisbury be lost. My Noble Father: Three times to day I holp him to his horse, Three times bestrid him: Thrice I led him off, Persuaded him from any further act: But still where danger was, still there I met him, And like rich hangings in a homely house, So was his Will, in his old feeble body, But Noble as he is, look where he comes. Now by my Sword, well hast thou fought to day: By ' th' Mass so did we all. I thank you Richard. God knows how long it is I have to live: And it hath pleased him that three times to day You have defended me from imminent death. Well Lords, we have not got that which we have, 'Tis not enough our foes are this time fled, Being opposites of such repairing Nature. I know our safety is to follow them, For (as I hear) the King is fled to London, To call a present Court of Parliament: Let us pursue him ere the Writs go forth. What says Lord Warwick, shall we after them? After them: nay before them if we can: Now by my hand (Lords) 'twas a glorious day. Saint Albon's battle won by famous York, Shall be eternized in all Age to come. Sound Drum and Trumpets, and to London all, And more such days as these, to us befall.
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So lye thou there: For vnderneath an Ale-houſe paltry ſigne, The Caſtle in S. Albons, Somerſet Hath made the Wizard famous in his death: Sword, hold thy temper; Heart, be wrathfull ſtill: Prieſts pray for enemies, but Princes kill. Away my Lord, you are ſlow, for ſhame away. Can we outrun the Heauens? Good Margaret ſtay. What are you made of? You'l nor fight nor fly: Now is it manhood, wiſedome, and defence, To giue the enemy way, and to ſecure vs By what we can, which can no more but flye. If you be tane, we then ſhould ſee the bottome Of all our Fortunes: but if we haply ſcape, (As well we may, if not through your neglect) We ſhall to London get, where you are lou'd, And where this breach now in our Fortunes made May readily be ſtopt. But that my hearts on future miſcheefe ſet, I would ſpeake blaſphemy ere bid you flye: But flye you muſt: Vncureable diſcomfite Reignes in the hearts of all our preſent parts. Away for your releefe, and we will liue To ſee their day, and them our Fortune giue. Away my Lord, away. Of Salsbury, who can report of him, That Winter Lyon, who in rage forgets Aged contuſions, and all bruſh of Time: And like a Gallant, in the brow of youth, Repaires him with Occaſion. This happy day Is not it ſelfe, nor haue we wonne one foot, If Salsbury be loſt. My Noble Father: Three times to day I holpe him to his horſe, Three times beſtrid him: Thrice I led him off, Perſwaded him from any further act: But ſtill where danger was, ſtill there I met him, And like rich hangings in a homely houſe, So was his Will, in his old feeble body, But Noble as he is, looke where he comes. Now by my Sword, well haſt thou fought to day: By 'th 'Maſſe ſo did we all. I thanke you Richard. God knowes how long it is I haue to liue: And it hath pleas'd him that three times to day You haue defended me from imminent death. Well Lords, we haue not got that which we haue, 'Tis not enough our foes are this time fled, Being oppoſites of ſuch repayring Nature. I know our ſafety is to follow them, For (as I heare) the King is fled to London, To call a preſent Court of Parliament: Let vs purſue him ere the Writs go forth. What ſayes Lord Warwicke, ſhall we after them? After them: nay before them if we can: Now by my hand (Lords) 'twas a glorious day. Saint Albons battell wonne by famous Yorke, Shall be eterniz'd in all Age to come. Sound Drumme and Trumpets, and to London all, And more ſuch dayes as theſe, to vs befall.