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 0.75 · 480 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T18: king, lord, wallace, earl, edward, england, scotland, rebels, bruce, english.
But nephew, now you see the king is changed. Then so am I, and live to do him service, But whiles I have a sword, a hand, a heart, I will not yield to any such upstart. You know my mind, come uncle let's away. Spencer, seeing that our Lord th'earl of Gloster's dead, Which of the nobles dost thou mean to serve? Not Mortimer, nor any of his side, Because the king and he are enemies, Baldock: learn this of me, a factious lord Shall hardly do himself good, much less us, But he that hath the favour of a king, May with one word, advance us while we live: The liberal earl of Cornwall is the man, On whose good fortune Spencer's hope depends. What, mean you then to be his follower? No, his companion, for he loves me well, And would have once preferred me to the king. But he is banished, there's small hope of him. I for a while, but Baldock mark the end, A friend of mine told me in secrecy, That he's repealed, and sent for back again, And even now, a post came from the court, With letters to our lady from the King, And as she read, she smiled, which makes me think, It is about her lover Gaveston. 'tis like enough, for since he was exiled, She neither walks abroad, nor comes in sight: But I had thought the match had been broke off, And that his banishment had changed her mind. Our lady's first love is not wavering, My life for thine she will have Gaveston. Then hope I by her means to be preferred, Having read unto her since she was a child. Then Baldock, you must cast the scholar off, And learn to court it like a Gentleman, 'tis not a black coat and a little band, A Velvet capped cloak, faced before with Serge, And smelling to a Nosegay all the day, Or holding of a napkin in your hand, Or saying a long grace at a table's end, Or making low legs to a noble man, Or looking downward, with your eye lids close, And saying, truly an't may please your honour, Can get you any favour with great men, You must be proud, bold, pleasant, resolute, And now and then, stab as occasion serves. Spencer, thou knowest I hate such formal toys, And use them but of mere hypocrisy. Mine old lord whiles he lived, was so precise, That he would take exceptions at my buttons, And being like pins heads, blame me for the bigness, Which made me curate-like in mine attire, Though inwardly licentious enough, And apt for any kind of villainy. I am none of these common pendants I, That cannot speak without propterea quod. But one of those that saith quandoquidem, And hath a special gift to form a verb.
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But nephew, now you see the king is changd. Then so am I, and liue to do him seruice, But whiles I haue a sword, a hand, a hart, I will not yeeld to any such vpstart. You know my minde, come vnckle lets away. Spencer, seeing that our Lord th'earle of Glosters dead, Which of the nobles dost thou meane to serue? Not Mortimer, nor any of his side, Because the king and he are enemies, Baldock: learne this of me, a factious lord Shall hardly do himselfe good, much lesse vs, But he that hath the fauour of a king, May with one word, aduaunce vs while we liue: The liberall earle of Cornewall is the man, On whose good fortune Spencers hope depends. What, meane you then to be his follower? No, his companion, for he loues me well, And would haue once preferd me to the king. But he is banisht, theres small hope of him. I for a while, but Baldock marke the end, A friend of mine told me in secrecie, That hees repeald, and sent for back againe, And euen now, a poast came from the court, With letters to our ladie from the King, And as she red, she smild, which makes me thinke, It is about her louer Gaueston. Tis like enough, for since he was exild, She neither walkes abroad, nor comes in sight: But I had thought the match had beene broke off, And that his banishment had changd her minde. Our Ladies first loue is not wauering, My life for thine she will haue Gaueston. Then hope I by her meanes to be preferd, Hauing read vnto her since she was a childe. Then Balduck, you must cast the scholler off, And learne to court it like a Gentleman, Tis not a black coate and a little band, A Veluet cap'de cloake, fac'st before with Serge, And smelling to a Nosegay all the day, Or holding of a napkin in your hand, Or saying a long grace at a tables end, Or making lowe legs to a noble man, Or looking downeward, with your eye lids close, And saying, trulie ant may please your honor, Can get you any fauour with great men, You must be proud, bold, pleasant, resolute, And now and then, stab as occasion serues. Spencer, thou knowest I hate such formall toies, And vse them but of meere hypocrisie. Mine old lord whiles he liude, was so precise, That he would take exceptions at my buttons, And being like pins heads, blame me for the bignesse, Which made me curate-like in mine attire, Though inwardly licentious enough, And apt for any kinde of villanie. I am none of these common pendants I, That cannot speake without propterea quod. But one of those that saith quandoquidem, And hath a speciall gift to forme a verbe.