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 0.84 · 492 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T42: harry, percy, lord, king, god, falstalffe, frances, mowbray, life, mortimer.
Lord martial, let me kiss my sovereign's hand, And bow my knee before his Majesty, For Mowbray and myself are like two men, That vow a long and weary pilgrimage, Then let us take a ceremonious leave, And loving fare well of our several friends. The appellant in all duty greets your Highness▪ And craves to kiss your hand, and take his leave. We will descend and fold him in our arms, Cousin of Herford, as thy cause is right, So be thy fortune in this royal fight: Farewell my blood, which if to day thou shed, Lament we may, but not revenge the dead. O let no noble eye profane a tear For me, if I be gored with Mowbraies spear: As confident as is the Falcon's flight Against a bird, do I with Mowbray fight. My loving Lord, I take my leave of you: Of you (my noble cousin) Lord Aumarle, Not sick although I have to do with death, But lusty, young and cheerly drawing breath: Lo, as at English feasts so I regret The daintiest last, to make the end most sweet. Oh thou the earthly Author of my blood, Whose youthful spirit in me regenerate Doth with a twofold vigour lift me up, To reach at Victory above my head: Add proof unto mine armour with thy prayers, And with thy blessings steel my lances point, That it may enter Mowbraies waxen cote, And furbish new the name of Iohn a Gaunt, Even in the lusty haviour of his son. God in thy good cause make thee prosperous, Be swift like lightning in the execution, And let thy blows doubly redoubled, Fall like amazing thunder on the cask Of thy adverse pernicious enemy, Rouse up thy youthful blood, be valiant and live, Mine innocence and saint George to thrive. How ever God or Fortune cast my lot, There lives or dies true to King Richard's throne, A loyal, just, and upright Gentleman: Never did captive with a freer heart Cast off his chains of bondage, and embrace His golden uncontrolled enfranchisment, More than my dancing soul doth celebrate This feast of battle with mine adversary, Most mighty Liege, and my companion Peers, Take from my mouth the wish of happy years, As gentle, and as jocund as to jest Go I to fight, truth hath a quiet breast. Farewell (my Lord) securely I espy, Virtue with Valour couched in thine eye, Order the trial martial, and begin. Harry of Herford, Lancaster and Derby, Receive thy lance, and God defend the right. Strong as a tower in hope I cry, Amen. Go bear this lance to Thomas Duke of Norfolk. Harry of Herford, Lancaster, and Derby Stands here, for God, his sovereign, and himself, On pain to be found false and recreant, To prove the Duke of Norfolk Thomas Mowbray A traitor to his God, his king, and him, And dares him to set forward to the fight.
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Lord Martiall, let me kisse my Souereiges hand, And bow my knee before his Maiestie, For Mowbray and my selfe are like two men, That vow a long and wearie pilgrimage, Then let vs take a ceremonious leaue, And louing fare well of our seuerall friends. The appellant in all duety greetes your Highnes▪ And caues to kisse your hand, and take his leaue. We will descend and fold him in our armes, Coosin of Herford, as thy cause is right, So be thy fortune in this royall fight: Farewell my bloud, which if to day thou shead, Lament we may, but not reuenge the dead. O let no nble eie prophane a teare For me, if I be gode with Mowbraies speare: As confident as is the Falcons flight Against a bird, do I with Mowbray fight. My luing Lord, I take my leaue of yo: Of you (my noble cousin) Lord Aumarle, Not sicke although I haue to do with death, But lusty, yong and cheerely drawing breth: Loe, as at English feasts so I regreet The daintiest last, to make the end most sweet. Oh thou the earthly Authour of my bloud, Whose youthfull spirite in me regenerate Doth with a two-fold vigour lift me vp, To reach at Victory aboue my head: Adde proofe vnto mine armour with thy prayers, And with thy blessings steele my launces point, That it may enter Mowbraies wxen cote, And furbish new the name of Iohn a Gaunt, Euen in the lustie hauiour of his sonne. God in thy good cause make thee prosperous, Be swift like lightning in the execution, And let thy blowes doubly redoubled, Fall like amazing thunder on the caske Of thy aduese pernitious enemy, Rowze vp thy youthfull bloud, be valiant and liue, Mine innocence and saint George to thriue. How euer God or Fortune cast my lot, There liues or dies true to King Richards thron, A loyall, iust, and vpright Gentleman: Neuer did captiue with a freer heart Cast off his chaines of bondage, and embrace His golden vncontrould enfranchisment, More than my dauncing soule doth celebrate This feast of battle with mine aduersarie, Most mighty Liege, and my companion Peeres, Take from my mouth the wish of happy yeeres, As gentle, and as iocund as to iest Go I to fight, truth hath a quiet bret. Farewell (my Lord) securely I espie, Vertue with Valur couched in thine eie, Order the triall Martiall, and beginne. Harry of Herford, Lancaster and Darby, Receiue thy launce, and God defend the right. Strong as a tower in hope I cry, Amen. Go beare this lance to Thomas Duke of Norfolke. Harry of Herford, Lancaster, and Daby Stands here, for God, his soueraigne, and himselfe, On paine to be found false and recreant, To proue the Duke of Norfolke Thomas Mwbray A traitor to his God, his king, and him, And dares him to set forward to the fight.