Shakespeare, William · published 1597 · first performed or written 1595 (Annals) tragedy; history · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men T42 English historical figures: a mixed clus typicality 0.71 · 501 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T42: harry, percy, lord, king, god, falstalffe, frances, mowbray, life, mortimer.
Pale trembling coward there I throw my gage, Disclaiming here the kindred of the King, And lay aside my high bloods royalty, Which Fear, not Reverence makes thee to except. If guilty dread have left thee so much strength, As to take up mine honour's pawn, then stoop, By that, and all the rites of knighthood else, Will I make good against thee arm to arm, What I have spoke, or thou canst worst device. I take it up, and by that sword I swear, Which gently laid my Knighthood on my shoulder, I'll answer thee in any fair degree, O chiualrous designe of knightly triall: And when I mount, alive may I not light, If I be traitor or unjustly fight. What doth our ccusin lay to Mowbraies charge? It must be great that can inherit us, So much as of a thought of ill in him. Look what I speak, my life shall prove it true, That Mowbray hath received eight thousand nobles In name of Lendings for your highness soldiers, The which he hath detained for lewd employments, Like a false traitor, and injurious villain: Besides I say, and will in battle prove, Or here, or elsewhere to the furthest Verge That ever was surveyed by English eye, That all the treason, for these eighteen years, Complotted and contrived in this land: Fetch from false Mowbray their first head and spring, Further I say and further will maintain Upon his bad life to make all this good, That he did plot the Duke of Glocesters death, Suggest his soon believing adversaries, And consequently like a traitor coward, Slucte out his innocent soul through streams of blood, Which blood, like sacrificing Abel's cries, Even from the tounglesse Caverns of the earth, To me for justice and rough chastisement: And by the glorious worth of my descent, This arm shall do it, or this life be spent. How high a pitch his resolution soars, Thomas of Norfolk what sayst thou to this? Oh let my sovereign turn away his face, And bid his ears a little while be deaf, Till I have told this slander of his blood, How God and good men hate so foul a liar. Mowbray impartial are our eyes and ears, Were he my brother, nay, my kingdoms heir, As he is but my father's brother's son, Now by sceptres awe I make a vow, Such neighbour nearness to our sacred blood Should nothing privilege him nor partialize The unstooping firmness of my upright soul, He is our subject Mowbray so art thou, Flee speech and fearless I to thee allow. Then Bullingbrooke as low as to thy heart Through the false passage of thy throat thou liest, Three parts of that receit I had for Calais, Disbursed I duly to his highness soldiers, The other part reserved I by consent, For that my sovereign liege was in my debt. Upon remainder of a dear account: Since last I went to France to fetch his Queen:
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Pale trembling coward there I throw my gage, Disclaiming here the kinred of the King, And lay aside my high bloudes royaltie, Which Feare, not Reuerence makes thee to except. If guilty dread haue left thee so m ngth, As to take vp mine honours pawn stowpe, By that, and all the rites of Knighthooe else, Wll I make good against thee arme to arme, What I haue spoke, or thou canst worst deuise. I take it vp, and by that sword I sweare, Which gently laid my Knighthood on my shoulder, Ile answer thee in any faie degree, O chiualrous designe of knightly triall: And when I mount, aliue may I not light, If I be traitor or vniustly fight. What doth our ccusin lay to Mowbraies charge? It must be great that can inherit vs, So much as of a thought of ill in him. Looke what I speake, my life shall proue it true, That Mowbray hath receiude eight thousand nobles In name of Lendings for your Highnes souldiours, The which he hath deaind for lewd mployments, Like a false traitour, and iniurious villaine: Besides I say, and will in battle proue, Or here, or elsewhere to the furhest Verge That euer was by English eye, That all the treason, for these eighteene yeares, Complotted and contriued in this land: Fetch from false Mowbray their first head and spring, Further I say and further will maitaine Vpon his bad life to make all this good, That he did plotte the Duke of Glocesters death, Suggest his soone beleeuing aduersaries, And consequently like a taitour coward, Slucte out his innocent soule through streames of bloud, Which bloud, like sacrificing Abels cries, Euen from the tounglesse Cauernes of the earth, To me for iustice and rough chastisement: And by the glorious worth of my descent, This arme shall do it, or this life be spent. How high a pitch his resolution soares, Thomas of Nofolk sait thou to this? Oh let raigne turne awaie his face, And bid his eares a while be deafe, Till I haue tolde this slaunder of his bloud, How God and good men hate so foule a lier. Mowbray impartiall are our eies and eares, Were he my brother, nay, my kingdomes heire, As he is but my fathers brothers sonne, Now by scepters awe I make a vowe, Such neighbour neerenes to our sacred bloud Should nothing priuiledge him nor partialize The vnstooping firmenesse of my vpright soule, He is our subiect Mowbray so art thou, Fee speech and fearelesse I to thee allowe. Then Bullingbrooke as lowe to thy heart Through the false passage of thy throate thou liest, Three partes of that receipte I had for Callice, Disburst I duely to his highnesse souldiers, The other part reserude I by consent, For that my soueragne liege was in my debt. Vpon remainder of a deare account: Since last I went to France to fetch his Queene: