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 0.84 · 504 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T18: king, lord, wallace, earl, edward, england, scotland, rebels, bruce, english.
Moved may he be, and perish in his wrath. cousin it is no dealing with him now, He means to make us stoop by force of arms, And therefore let us jointly here protest, To prosecute that Gaveston to the death. By heaven, the abject villain shall not live. I'll have his blood, or die in seeking it. The like oath Pembroke takes. And so doth Lancaster: Now send our Heralds to defy the King, And make the people swear to put him down. Letters, from whence? From Scotland my lord. Why how now cousin, how fares all our friends? My uncles taken prisoner by the Scots. we'll have him ransomed man, be of good cheer. They rate his ransom at five thousand pound, Who should defray the money, but the King, Seeing he is taken prisoner in his wars? I'll to the King. Do cousin, and i'll bear thee company. Mean time my lord of Pembroke and myself, Will to Newcastle here, and gather head. About it then, and we will follow you. Be resolute, and full of secrecy. I warrant you. cousin, and if he will not ransom him, I'll thunder such a peal into his ears, As never subject did unto his King. Content, i'll bear my part, holla whose's there? I marry, such a guard as this doth well. Lead on the way. Whither will your lordships? Whither else but to the King. His highness is disposed to be alone. Why, so he may, but we will speak to him. You may not in my lord. May we not. How now, what noise is this? Who have we there, be't you? Nay, stay my lord, I come to bring you news, Mine uncles taken prisoner by the Scots. Then ransom him. 'twas in your wars, you should ransom him. And you shall ransom him, or else. What Mortimer, you will not threaten him? Quiet yourself, you shall have the broad seal, To gather for him throughout the realm. Your minion Gaveston hath taught you this. My lord, the family of the Mortimers Are not so poor, but would they sell their land, Would levy men enough to anger you, We never beg, but use such prayers as these. Shall I still be haunted thus? Nay, now you are here alone, i'll speak my mind. And so will I, and then my lord farewell. The idle triumphs, masks, lascivious shows And prodigal gifts bestowed on Gaveston, Have drawn thy treasure dry, and made thee weak, The murmuring commons overstretched hath. Look for rebellion, look to be deposed, Thy garrisons are beaten out of France, And lame and poor, lie groaning at the gates, The wild Oneyle, with swarms of Irish Kerns, Lives uncontrolled within the English pale, Unto the walls of York the Scots made rode, And unresisted, drove away rich spoils. The haughty Dane commands the narrow seas, While in the harbour ride thy ships unrigged. What foreign prince sends thee ambassadors? Who loves thee? but a sort of flatterers.
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Moou'd may he be, and perish in his wrath. Cosin it is no dealing with him now, He meanes to make vs stoope by force of armes, And therefore let vs iointlie here protest, To prosecute that Gaueston to the death. By heauen, the abiect villaine shall not liue. Ile haue his bloud, or die in seeking it. The like oath Penbrooke takes. And so doth Lancaster: Now send our Heralds to defie the King, And make the people sweare to put him downe. Letters, from whence? From Scotland my lord. Why how now cosin, how fares all our friends? My vnckles taken prisoner by the Scots. Weel haue him ransomd man, be of good cheere. They rate his ransome at fiue thousand pound, Who should defray the money, but the King, Seeing he is taken prisoner in his warres? Ile to the King. Do cosin, and ile beare thee companie. Meane time my lord of Penbrooke and my selfe, Will to Newcastell heere, and gather head. About it then, and we will follow you. Be resolute, and full of secrecie. I warrant you. Cosin, and if he will not ransome him, Ile thunder such a peale into his eares, As neuer subiect did vnto his King. Content, ile beare my part, holl a whose there? I marry, such a garde as this dooth well. Lead on the way. Whither will your lordships? Whither else but to the King. His highnes is disposde to be alone. Why, so he may, but we will speake to him. You may not in my lord. May we not. How now, what noise is this? Who haue we there, ist you? Nay, stay my lord, I come to bring you newes, Mine vnckles taken prisoner by the Scots. Then ransome him. Twas in your wars, you should ransome him. And you shall ransome him, or else. What Mortimer, you will not threaten him? Quiet your self, you shall haue the broad seale, To gather for him thoroughout the realme. Your minion Gaueston hath taught you this. My lord, the familie of the Mortimers Are not so poore, but would they sell their land, Would leuie men enough to anger you, We neuer beg, but vse such praiers as these. Shall I still be haunted thus? Nay, now you are heere alone, ile speake my minde. And so will I, and then my lord farewell. The idle triumphes, maskes, lasciuious showes And prodigall gifts bestowed on Gaueston, Haue drawne thy treasure drie, and made thee weake, The murmuring commons ouerstretched hath. Looke for rebellion, looke to be deposde, Thy garrisons are beaten out of Fraunce, And lame and poore, lie groning at the gates, The wilde Oneyle, with swarmes of Irish Kernes, Liues vncontroulde within the English pale, Vnto the walles of Yorke the Scots made rode, And vnresisted, draue away riche spoiles. The hautie Dane commands the narrow seas, While in the harbor ride thy ships vnrigd. What forraine prince sends thee embassadors? Who loues thee? but a sort of flatterers.