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 0.85 · 479 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T18: king, lord, wallace, earl, edward, england, scotland, rebels, bruce, english.
My lord, i'll marshal so your enemies, As England shall be quiet, and you safe. And as for you, lord Mortimer of Chirke, Whose great achievements in our foreign war, Deserves no common place, nor mean reward: Be you the general of the levied troops, That now are ready to assail the Scots. In this your grace hath highly honoured me, For with my nature war doth best agree. Now is the king of England rich and strong. Having the love of his renowned peers. I Isabell, near was my heart so light, clerk of the crown, direct our warrant forth, For Gaveston to Ireland: Beamont fly, As fast as Iris, or Ioues Mercurie. It shallbe done my gracious Lord. Lord Mortimer, we leave you to your charge. Now let us in, and feast it royally: Against our friend the earl of Cornwall comes, we'll have a general tilt and tournament, And then his marriage shallbe solemnized, For wot you not that I have made him sure, Unto our cousin, the earl of Gloster's heir. Such news we hear my lord. That day, if not for him. yet for my sake, Who in the triumph will be challenger, Spare for no cost, we will requite your love. In this, or ought, your highness shall command us. Thanks gentle Warwick, come let's in and revel. Nephew, I must to Scotland, thou stayest here, Leave now to oppose thyself against the king, Thou seest by nature he is mild and calm, And seeing his mind so dotes on Gaveston, Let him without controlment have his will, The mightiest kings have had their minions, Great Alexander loud Ephestion, The conquering Hector, for Hilas wept, And for Patroclus' stern Achilles drooped, And not kings only, but the wisest men, The Roman Tullie loved Octavis, Grave Socrates, wild Alcibiades: Then let his grace, whose youth is flexible, And promiseth as much as we can wish, Freely enjoy that vain lightheaded earl, For riper years will wean him from such toys. Uncle, his wanton humour grieves not me, But this I scorn, that one so basely borne, Should by his sovereign's favour grow so pert, And riot it with the treasure of the realm, While soldiers mutiny for want of pay, He wears a lord's revenue on his back, And Midas like he jets it in the court, With base outlandish cullions at his heels, Whose proud fantastic liveries make such show, As if that Proteus god of shapes appeared, I have not seen a dapper lack so brisk, He wears a short Italian hooded cloak, Larded with pearl, and in his tuscan cap A jewel of more value than the crown, Whiles other walk below, the king and he From out a window, laugh at such as we, And flout our train, and jest at our attire: Uncle, 'tis this that makes me impatient.
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My lord, ile marshall so your enemies, As England shall be quiet, and you safe. And as for you, lord Mortimer of Chirke, Whose great atchiuements in our forrain warre, Deserues no common place, nor meane reward: Be you the generall of the leuied troopes, That now are readie to assaile the Scots. In this your grace hath highly honoured me, For with my nature warre doth best agree. Now is the king of England riche and strong. Hauing the loue of his renowned peeres. I Isabell, nere was my heart so light, Clarke of the crowne, direct our warrant forth, For Gaueston to Ireland: Beamont flie, As fast as Iris, or Ioues Mercurie. It shalbe done my gratious Lord. Lord Mortimer, we leaue you to your charge. Now let vs in, and feast it roiallie: Against our friend the earle of Cornewall comes, Weele haue a generall tilt and turnament, And then his mariage shalbe solemnized, For wot you not that I haue made him sure, Vnto our cosin, the earle of Glosters heire. Such newes we heare my lord. That day, if not for him. yet for my sake, Who in the triumphe will be challenger, Spare for no cost, we will requite your loue. In this, or ought, your highnes shall commaund vs. Thankes gentle Warwick, come lets in and reuell. Nephue, I must to Scotland, thou staiest here, Leaue now to oppose thy selfe against the king, Thou seest by nature he is milde and calme, And seeing his minde so dotes on Gaueston, Let him without controulement haue his will, The mightiest kings haue had their minions, Great Alexander loude Ephestion, The conquering Hector, for Hilas wept, And for Patroclus sterne Achillis droopt, And not kings onelie, but the wisest men, The Romaine Tullie loued Octauis, Graue Socrates, wilde Alcibiades: Then let his grace, whose youth is flexible, And promiseth as much as we can wish, Freely enioy that vaine light-headed earle, For riper yeares will weane him from such toyes. Vnckle, his wanton humor greeues not me, But this I scorne, that one so baselie borne, Should by his soueraignes fauour grow so pert, And riote it with the treasure of the realme, While souldiers mutinie for want of paie, He weares a lords reuenewe on his back, And Midas like he iets it in the court, With base outlandish cullions at his heeles, Whose proud fantastick liueries make such show, As if that Proteus god of shapes appearde, I haue not seene a dapper lack so briske, He weares a short Italian hooded cloake, Larded with pearle, and in his tuskan cap A iewell of more value then the crowne, Whiles other walke below, the king and he From out a window, laugh at such as we, And floute our traine, and iest at our attire: Vnckle, tis this that makes me impatient.