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 0.83 · 499 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T42: harry, percy, lord, king, god, falstalffe, frances, mowbray, life, mortimer.
Thither will I with you, for little office Will the hateful commons perform for us. Except like curs to tear us all to pieces: Will you go along with us? No, I will to Ireland to his Majesty, Farewell if hearts presages be not vain, We three here part that near shall meet again. That's as York thrives to beat back Bullingbrook. Alas poor Duke the task he undertakes, Is numbering sands, and drinking Ocean's dry, Where one on his side fights, thousands will fly: Farewell at once, for once, for all, and ever. Well, we may meet again. I fear me never. How far is it my Lord to Barckly now? Believe me noble Lord, I am a stranger here in Glocestershire, These high wild hills and rough uneven ways, Draws out our miles and makes them wearisome, And yet your fair discourse hath been as sugar, Making the hard way sweet and delectable, But I bethink me what a weary way From Ravenspurgh to Cotsall will be found, In Rosse and Willoughby wanting your company, Which I protest hath very much beguiled, The tediousness and process of my travel: But theirs is sweetened with the hope to have The present benefit which I possess. And hope to joy is little less in joy, Then hope enjoyed: by this the weary Lords Shall make their way seem short as mine hath done, By sight of what I have, your noble company. Of much less value is my company, Then your good words. But who comes here? It is my son young Harry Persy, Sent from my brother Worcester whence soever. Harry, how fares your uncle? I had thought my Lord to have learned his health of you. Why is he not with the Queen? No my good Lord, he hath forsook the court. Broken his staff of office and dispersed The household of the King. What was his reason, he was not so resolved, When last we spoke together? Because your Lo: was proclaimed traitor, But he my Lo: is gone to Ravenspurgh, To offer service to the Duke of Hereford, And sent me over by Barckly to discover, What power the Duke of York had levied there, Then with directions to repair to Ravenspurgh. Have you forgot the Duke of Hereford's boy? No my good Lo: for that is not forgot, Which near I did remember, to my knowledge I never in my life did look on him. Then learn to know him now, this is the Duke. My gracious Lo: I tender you my service, Such as it is, being tender, raw, and young, Which elder days shall ripen and confirm To more approved service and desert. I thank thee gentle Persy, and be sure. I count myself in nothing else so happy, As in a soul remembering my good friends▪ And as my fortune ripens with thy love, It shallbe still thy true loves recompense, My heart this covenant makes, my hand thus seals it.
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Thither will I with you, for little office Will the hatefull commons perfourme for vs. Except like curs to teare vs all to pieces: Will you go along with vs? No, I will to Ireland to his Maiesty, Farewell if hearts presages be not vaine, We three here part that nere shall meete againe. Thats as Yorke thriues to beat backe Bullingbrook. Alas poore Duke the taske he vndertakes, Is numbring sands, and drinking Oceans drie, Where one on his side fights, thousands will flie: Farewell at once, for once, for all, and euer. Well, we may meete againe. I feare me neuer. How far is it my Lord to Barckly now? Beleeue me noble Lord, I am a stranger here in Glocestershire, These high wild hils and rough vneuen waies, Drawes out our miles and makes them wearisome, And yet your faire discourse hath beene as sugar, Making the hard way sweete and delectable, But I bethinke me what a weary way From Rauenspurgh to Cotshall will be found, In Rosse and Wilsoughby wanting your company, Which I protest hath very much beguild, The tediousnesse and processe of my trauell: But theirs is sweetned with the hope to haue The present benefit which I pessesse. And hope to ioy is little lesse in ioye, Then hope enioyed: by this the weary Lords Shall make their way seeme short as mine hath done, By sight of what I haue, your noble company. Of much lesse value is my company, Then your good wordes. But who comes here? It is my sonne young Harry Persy, Sent from my brother Worcester whence soeuer. Harry, how fares your Vnkle? I had thought my Lord to haue learned his health of you. Why is he not with the Queene? No my good Lord, he hath for sooke the court. Broken his staffe of office and disperst The houshold of the King. What was his reason, he was not so resolude, When last we spake togither? Because your Lo: was proclaimed traitor, But he my Lo: is gone to Rauenspurgh, To offer seruice to the Duke of Hereford, And sent me ouer by Barckly to discouer, What power the Duke of Yorke had leuied there, Then with directions to repaire to Rauenspurgh. Haue you forgot the Duke of Herefords boy? No my good Lo: for that is not forgot, Which nere I did remember, to my knowledge I neuer in my life did looke on him. Then learne to know him now, this is the Duke. My gratious Lo: I tender you my seruice, Such as it is, being tender, raw, and young, Which elder daies shal ripen and confirme To more approued seruice and desert. I thanke thee gentle Persy, and be sure. I count my selfe in nothing else so happy, As in a soule remembring my good friends▪ And as my fortune ripens with thy loue, It shalbe still thy true loues recompence, My heart this couenant makes, my hand thus seales it.