Marlowe, Christopher · published 1594 · first performed or written 1592 [1591-1593] (Annals) history · Pembroke's Men T18 Rebels, barons and the king's wars at ho typicality 0.81 · 494 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T18: king, lord, wallace, earl, edward, england, scotland, rebels, bruce, english.
Lancaster. My Lord. That Earl of Lancaster do I abhor. Will you not grant me this? in spite of them I'll have my will, and these two Mortimers, That cross me thus, shall know I am displeased. If you love us my lord, hate Gaveston. That villain Mortimer i'll be his death. Mine uncle here, this Earl, & I myself, Were sworn to your father at his death, That he should near return into the realm: And know my lord, ere I will break my oath, This sword of mine that should offend your foes, Shall sleep within the scabbard at thy need, And underneath thy banners march who will, For Mortimer will hang his armour up. Mort. dieu. Well Mortimer, i'll make thee rue these words, Beseems it thee to contradict thy king? frown'st thou thereat aspiring Lancaster, The sword shall plane the furrows of thy brows, And hew these knees that now are grown so stiff, I will have Gaveston, and you shall know, What danger 'tis to stand against your king. Well done, Ned. My lord, why do you thus incense your peers, That naturally would love and honour you: But for that base and obscure Gaveston, four Earldoms have I besides Lancaster, Derby, Salsburie, Lincoln, Leicester, These will I sell to give my soldiers pay, Ere Gaveston shall stay within the realm, Therefore if he be come, expel him straight. Barons & Earls, your pride hath made me mute, But now i'll speak, and to the proof I hope: I do remember in my father's days, Lord Percie of the North being highly moved, Braved Mowbry in presence of the king, For which, had not his highness loved him well, He should have lost his head, but with his look, The undaunted spirit of Percie was appeased, And Mowbry and he were reconciled: Yet dare you brave the king unto his face, Brother revenge it, and let these their heads, Preach upon poles for trespass of their tongues. O our heads. I yours, and therefore I would wish you grant. Bridle thy anger gentle Mortimer. I cannot, nor I will not, I must speak, cousin, our hands I hope shall fence our heads, And strike off his that makes you threaten us. Come uncle, let us leave the brainsick king, And henceforth parley with our naked swords. Wiltshire hath men enough to save our heads. All Warwickshire will love him for my sake. And Northward Gaveston hath many friends, Adieu my Lord, and either change your mind, Or look to see the throne where you should sit, To float in blood, and at thy wanton head, The glozing head of thy base minion thrown. I cannot brook these haughty menaces: Am I a king and must be over ruled? Brother display my ensigns in the field, I'll bandy with the Barons and the Earls, And either die, or live with Gaveston. I can no longer keep me from my lord.
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Lancaster. My Lorde. That Earle of Lancaster do I abhorre. Will you not graunt me this? in spight of them Ile haue my will, and these two Mortimers, That crosse me thus, shall know I am displeasd. If you loue vs my lord, hate Gaueston. That villaine Mortimer ile be his death. Mine vnckle heere, this Earle, & I my selfe, Were sworne to your father at his death, That he should nere returne into the realme: And know my lord, ere I will breake my oath, This sword of mine that should offend your foes, Shall sleepe within the scabberd at thy neede, And vnderneath thy banners march who will, For Mortimer will hang his armor vp. Mort. dieu. Well Mortimer, ile make thee rue these words, Beseemes it thee to contradict thy king? Frownst thou thereat aspiring Lancaster, The sworde shall plane the furrowes of thy browes, And hew these knees that now are growne so stiffe, I will haue Gaueston, and you shall know, What danger tis to stand against your king. Well doone, Ned. My lord, why do you thus incense your peeres, That naturally would loue and honour you: But for that base and obscure Gaueston, Foure Earldomes haue I besides Lancaster, Darbie, Salsburie, Lincolne, Leicester, These will I sell to giue my souldiers paye, Ere Gaueston shall stay within the realme, Therefore if he be come, expell him straight. Barons & Earls, your pride hath made me mute, But now ile speake, and to the proofe I hope: I do remember in my fathers dayes, Lord Percie of the North being highly mou'd, Brau'd Mowberie in presence of the king, For which, had not his highnes lou'd him well, He should haue lost his head, but with his looke, The vndaunted spirit of Percie was appeasd, And Mowberie and he were reconcild: Yet dare you braue the king vnto his face, Brother reuenge it, and let these their heads, Preach vpon poles for trespasse of their tongues. O our heads. I yours, and therefore I would wish you graunt. Bridle thy anger gentle Mortimer. I cannot, nor I will not, I must speake, Cosin, our hands I hope shall fence our heads, And strike off his that makes you threaten vs. Come vnckle, let vs leaue the brainsick king, And henceforth parle with our naked swords. Wilshire hath men enough to saue our heads. All Warwickshire will loue him for my sake. And Northward Gaueston hath many friends, Adew my Lord, and either change your minde, Or looke to see the throne where you should sit, To floate in bloud, and at thy wanton head, The glozing head of thy base minion throwne. I cannot brooke these hautie menaces: Am I a king and must be ouer rulde? Brother displaie my ensignes in the field, Ile bandie with the Barons and the Earles, And eyther die, or liue with Gaueston. I can no longer keepe me from my lord.