3 Henry the Sixth (The True Tragedy of Richard Duke of York and the Good King Henry the Sixth) · chunk 29 of 34
Anonymous / Marlowe, Christopher / Shakespeare, William · published 1595 · first performed or written c.1591 (Annals) history · Pembroke's Men T18 Rebels, barons and the king's wars at ho typicality 0.77 · 510 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T18: king, lord, wallace, earl, edward, england, scotland, rebels, bruce, english.
What Counsel Lords, Edward from Belgia, With hasty Germans and blunt Hollanders, Is passed in safety through the narrow seas, And with his troops do march amain towards London, And many giddy people follow him. 'tis best to look to this betimes, For if this ●ue do kindle any further, It will be hard for us to quench it out. In Warwick shire I have true hearted friends, Not mutinous in peace, yet bold in war, Them will I muster up, and thou son Clarence shalt In Essex, Suffolk, Norfolk, and in Kent, Stir up the knights and gentlemen to come with thee▪ And thou brother Montague, in Leister shire, Buckingham and Northampton shire shalt find, Men well inclined to do what thou commands, And thou brave Oxford wondrous well beloved, Shalt in thy countries muster up thy friends. My sovereign with his loving Citizens, Shall rest in London till we come to him. Fair Lords take leave and stand not to reply, Farewell my sovereign. Farewell my Hector, my Troy's true hope, Farewell sweet Lords, let's meet at Coventrie. Agreed. Sease on the shamefast Henry, And once again convey him to the Tower, Away with him, I will not hear him speak. And now towards Coventry let us bend our course To meet with Warwick and his confederates. Where is the post that came from valiant Oxford? How far hence is thy Lord my honest fellow? By this at Daintrie marching hitherward. Where is our brother Montague? Where is the post that came from Montague? I left him at Donsmore with his troops. Say Summerfield where is my loving son? And by thy guess, how far is Clarence hence? At Southham my Lord I left him with His force, and do expect him two hours hence. Then Oxford is at hand, I hear his drum. See brother, where the surlv Warwick man's the wall. O unbid spite, is spotfull Edward come! Where slept our scouts or how are they sedus●e, That we could have no news of their repair? Now Warwick wilt thou be sorry for thy faults, And call Edward king and he will pardon thee. Nay rather wilt thou draw thy forces back? Confess who set thee up and pulled thee down? Call Warwick patron and be penitent, And thou shalt still remain the Duke of York. I had thought at least be would have said the king. Or did he make the best against his will. TTwas Warwick gave the kingdom to thy brother. Why then 'tis mine, if but by Warwikes gift. I but thou art no Atlas for so great a weight, And weakling, Warwick takes his gift again, Henry is my king, Warwick his subject▪ I prithee gallant Warwick tell me this, What is the body when the head is off? Alas that Warwick had no more foresight, But whilst he sought to steal the single ten, The king was finely fingered from the deck? You left poor Henry in the Bishop's palace, And ten to one you'll meet him in the Tower.
Anonymous / Marlowe, Christopher / Shakespeare, William
Publication year (edition)
1595
First performance / composition (Annals)
c.1591
First performance (BritDrama)
1591 [1587-1592]
Company (BritDrama)
Pembroke's Men
Genre (British Drama)
history
Play type
Adult Professional;Professional
Edition / TCP / DEEP
edition 265 · TCP A10726 · DEEP 212
Edition role
Other edition — placed after the fit, excluded from the main statistics
Position
nodes 1690–1754 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 29 of 34 in this edition
Length
510 words · 660 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T18 — Rebels, barons and the king's wars at homecross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.771 (cosine to the topic centroid) · placed after the fit (approximate_predict), not counted in the topic statistics
Other seeds
seed 43: unassigned · seed 44: unassigned — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
What Counſell Lords, Edward from Belgia, With haſtie Germaines and blunt Hollanders, Is paſt in ſafetie through the narrow ſeas, And with his troopes doe march amaine towardes London, And manie giddie people follow him. Tis beſt to looke to this betimes, For if this ue doe kindle any further, It will be hard for vs to quench it out. In Warwike ſhire I haue true harted friends, Not mutinous in peace, yet bold in warre, Them will I muſter vp, and thou ſonne Clarence ſhalt In Eſſex, Sufflke, Norfolke, and in Kent, Stir vp the knights and gentlemen to come with thee▪ And thou brother Montague, in Liſter ſhire, Buckingham and Northampton ſhire ſhalt finde, Men well inclinde to doe what thou commands, And thou braue Oxford wondrous well belou'd, Shalt in thy countries muſter vp thy friends. My ſoueraigne with his louing Citizens, Shall reſt in London till we come to him. Faire Lords take leaue and ſtand not to replie, Farewell my ſoueraigne. Farewel my Hector, my Troyes true hope, Farewell ſweet Lords, lets meet at Couentrie. Agreed. eaſe on the ſhamefaſt Henry, And once againe conuaie him to the Tower, Awaie with him, I will not heare him ſpeake. And now towards Couentie let vs bend our courſe To meet with Warwike and his confederates. Where is the poſt that came from valiant Oxford? How farre hence is thy Lord my honeſt fellow? By this at Datrie marching hitherward. Where is ou brother Montague? Where is the poſt that came from Montague? I left him at Donſmore with his troopes. Say Summerfield where is my louing ſon? And by thy geſſe, how farre is Clarence hence? At Southham my Lord I let him with His force, and doe expect him two houres hence. Then Oxford is at hand, I heare his drum. See brother, where the ſurlv Warwike mans the wal. O vnbid ſpight, is ſpotfull Edward come! Where ſlept our ſcouts or how are they ſeduſe, That we could haue no newes of their repaire? Now Warwike wilt thou be ſorrie for thy faults, And call Edward king and he will pardon thee. Naie rather wilt thou draw thy forces backe? Confeſſe who ſet thee vp and puld thee downe? Call Warwike patron and be pe ent, And thou ſhalt ſtill remaine the Duke of Yorke. I had thought at leaſt be would haue ſaid the king. Or did he make the beſt againſt his will. Twas Warwike gaue the kingdome to thy brother. Why then tis mine, if but by Warwikes gift. I but thou art no Atlas for ſo great a waight, And weakling, Warwike takes his gift againe, Henry is my king, Warwike his ſubiect▪ I prethe gallant Warwike tell me this, What is the bodie when the head is off? Alaſſe that Warwike had no more foreſight, But whilſt he ſought to ſteale the ſingle ten, The king was finelie fingerd from the decke? You lef poore Henry in the Biſhops pallace, And ten to one you'le meet him in the Tower.