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 0.78 · 481 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T18: king, lord, wallace, earl, edward, england, scotland, rebels, bruce, english.
Treacherous earl, shall I not see the king? The king of heaven perhaps, no other king, Away. Come fellows, it booted not for us to strive, We will in haste go certify our Lord. I long to hear an answer from the Barons Touching my friend, my dearest Gaveston, Ah Spencer, not the riches of my realm Can ransom him, ah he is marked to die, I know the malice of the younger Mortimer, Warwick I know is rough, and Lancaster Inexorable, and I shall never see My lovely Pierce, my Gaveston again, The Barons overbear me with their pride. Were I king Edward England's sovereign, Son to the lovely Elinor of Spain, Great Edward Longshanks issue: would I bear These braves, this rage, and suffer uncontrolled These Barons thus to beard me in my land, In mine own realm? my lord pardon my speech, Did you retain your father's magnanimity? Did you regard the honour of your name? You would not suffer thus your majesty Be counterbuffed of your nobility, Strike off their heads, and let them preach on poles, No doubt, such lessons they will teach the rest, As by their preachments they will profit much, And learn obedience to their lawful king. Yea gentle Spencer, we have been too mild, Too kind to them, but now have drawn our sword, And if they send me not my Gaveston, we'll steel it on their crest, and poll their tops. This haught resolve becomes your majesty, Not to be tied to their affection, As though your highness were a school boy still, And must be awed and governed like a child. Long live my sovereign the noble Edward, In peace triumphant, fortunate in wars. Welcome old man, comest thou in Edward's aid? Then tell thy prince, of whence, and what thou art. Lo, with a band of bowmen and of pikes, brown bills, and targeteers, 400 strong, Sworn to defend king Edward's royal right, I come in person to your majesty, Spencer, the father of Hugh Spencer there, Bound to your highness everlastingly, For favours done in him, unto us all. Thy father Spencer? True, and it like your grace, That powers in lieu of all your goodness shown, His life my lord, before your princely feet. Welcome ten thousand times, old man again, Spencer, this love, this kindness to thy King, Argues thy noble mind and disposition: Spencer, I here create thee earl of Wiltshire, And daily will enrich thee with our favour, That as the sunshine shall reflect o'er thee: Beside, the more to manifest our love, Because we hear Lord Bruise doth sell his land, And that the Mortimers are in hand withal, Thou shalt have crowns of us, t'out the Barons, And Spenser, spare them not, but lay it on. soldier's a largesse, and thrice welcome all. My lord, here comes the Queen. Madam, what news?
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Treacherous earle, shall I not see the king? The king of heauen perhaps, no other king, Away. Come fellowes, it booted not for vs to striue, We will in hast go certifie our Lord. I long to heare an answer from the Barons Touching my friend, my deerest Gaueston, Ah Spencer, not the riches of my realme Can ransome him, ah he is markt to die, I know the malice of the yonger Mortimer, VVarwick I know is roughe, and Lancaster Inexorable, and I shall neuer see My louely Pierce, my Gaueston againe, The Barons ouerbeare me with their pride. Were I king Edward Englands soueraigne, Sonne to the louelie Elenor of Spaine, Great Edward Longshankes issue: would I bear These braues, this rage, and suffer vncontrowld These Barons thus to beard me in my land, In mine owne realme? my lord pardon my speeche, Did you retaine your fathers magnanimitie? Did you regard the honor of your name? You would not suffer thus your maiestie Be counterbuft of your nobilitie, Strike off their heads, and let them preach on poles, No doubt, such lessons they will teach the rest, As by their preachments they will profit much, And learne obedience to their lawfull king. Yea gentle Spencer, we haue beene too milde, Too kinde to them, but now haue drawne our sword, And if they send me not my Gaueston, Weele steele it on their crest, and powle their tops. This haught resolue becomes your maiestie, Not to be tied to their affection, As though your highnes were a schoole boy still, And must be awde and gouernd like a child. Long liue my soueraigne the noble Edward, In peace triumphant, fortunate in warres. Welcome old man, comst thou in Edwards aide? Then tell thy prince, of whence, and what thou art. Loe, with a band of bowmen and of pikes, Browne bils, and targetiers, 400 strong, Sworne to defend king Edwards royall right, I come in person to your maiestie, Spencer, the father of Hugh Spencer there, Bound to your highnes euerlastinglie, For fauors done in him, vnto vs all. Thy father Spencer? True, and it like your grace, That powres in lieu of all your goodnes showne, His life my lord, before your princely feete. Welcome ten thousand times, old man againe, Spencer, this loue, this kindnes to thy King, Argues thy noble minde and disposition: Spencer, I heere create thee earle of Wilshire, And daily will enrich thee with our fauour, That as the sun-shine shall reflect ore thee: Beside, the more to manifest our loue, Because we heare Lord Bruse dooth sell his land, And that the Mortimers are in hand withall, Thou shalt haue crownes of vs, t'out bid the Barons, And Spenser, spare them not, but lay it on. Souldiers a largis, and thrice welcome all. My lord, here comes the Queene. Madam, what newes?