Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written 1595 (Annals) tragedy; history · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men T42 English historical figures: a mixed clus typicality 0.78 · 503 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T42: harry, percy, lord, king, god, falstalffe, frances, mowbray, life, mortimer.
Why then I will: farewell old Gaunt. Thou go'st to Coventrie, there to behold Our Cousin Herford, and fell Mowbray fight: O sit my husband's wrongs on Herfords spear, That it may enter butcher Mowbrayes breast: Or if misfortune miss the first career, Be Mowbrayes' sins so heavy in his bosom, That they may break his foaming Coursers back, And throw the Rider headlong in the Lists, A Gaytiffe recreant to my Cousin Herford: Farewell old Gaunt, thy sometimes brother's wife With her companion Grief, must end her life. Sister farewell: I must to Coventree, As much good stay with thee, as go with me. Yet one word more: Grief boundeth where it falls, Not with the empty hollowness, but weight: I take my leave, before I have begun, For sorrow ends not, when it seemeth done. Commend me to my brother Edmund York. Lo, this is all: nay, yet depart not so, Though this be all, do not so quickly go, I shall remember more. Bid him, Oh, what? With all good speed at Plashie visit me. Alack, and what shall good old York there see But empty lodgings, and unfurnished walls, Vn-peopeled Offices, untrodden stones? And what hear there for welcome, but my groans? Therefore commend me, let him not come there, To seek out sorrow, that dwells every where: Desolate, desolate will I hence, and dye, The last leave of thee, takes my weeping eye. My L. Aumerle, is Harry Herford armed. Yea, at all points, and longs to enter in. The Duke of Norfolk, sprightfully and bold, Stays but the summons of the Appealants Trumpet. Why then the Champions, are prepared, and stay For nothing but his Majesty's approach. Marshall, demand of yonder Champion The cause of his arrival here in Arms, Ask him his name, and orderly proceed To swear him in the justice of his cause. In God's name, and the Kings, say who thou art, And why thou comest thus knightly clad in Arms? Against what man thou comest, and what's thy quarrel, Speak truly on thy knighthood, and thine oath, As so defend thee heaven, and thy valour. My name is Tho. Mowbray, Duke of Norfolk, Who hither comes engaged by my oath (Which heaven defend a knight should violate) Both to defend my loyalty and truth, To God, my King, and his succeeding issue, Against the Duke of Herford, that appeals me: And by the grace of God, and this mine arm, To prove him (in defending of myself) A Traitor to my God, my King, and me, And as I truly fight, defend me heaven. Marshall: Ask yonder Knight in Arms, Both who he is, and why he cometh hither, Thus placed in habiliments of war: And formerly according to our Law Depose him in the justice of his cause. What is thy name? and wherefore com'st thou hither Before King Richard in his Royal Lists? Against whom comest thou? and what's thy quarrel? Speak like a true Knight, so defend thee heaven.
Other edition — placed after the fit, excluded from the main statistics
Position
nodes 251–315 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 5 of 43 in this edition
Length
503 words · 720 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T42 — English historical figures: a mixed clustercontext only — excluded from the genre comparison · typicality 0.784 (cosine to the topic centroid) · placed after the fit (approximate_predict), not counted in the topic statistics
Other seeds
seed 43: T43 · seed 44: T43 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
Why then I will: farewell old Gaunt. Thou go'ſt to Couentrie, there to behold Our Coſine Herford, and fell Mowbray fight: O ſit my husbands wrongs on Herfords ſpeare, That it may enter butcher Mowbrayes breſt: Or if misfortune miſſe the firſt carreere, Be Mowbrayes ſinnes ſo heauy in his boſome, That they may breake his foaming Courſers backe, And throw the Rider headlong in the Liſts, A Gaytiffe recreant to my Coſine Herford: Farewell old Gaunt, thy ſometimes brothers wife With her companion Greefe, muſt end her life. Siſter farewell: I muſt to Couentree, As much good ſtay with thee, as go with mee. Yet one word more: Greefe boundeth where it falls, Not with the emptie hollownes, but weight: I take my leaue, before I haue begun, For ſorrow ends not, when it ſeemeth done. Commend me to my brother Edmund Yorke. Loe, this is all: nay, yet depart not ſo, Though this be all, do not ſo quickly go, I ſhall remember more. Bid him, Oh, what? With all good ſpeed at Plaſhie viſit mee. Alacke, and what ſhall good old Yorke there ſee But empty lodgings, and vnfurniſh'd walles, Vn-peopel'd Offices, vntroden ſtones? And what heare there for welcome, but my grones? Therefore commend me, let him not come there, To ſeeke out ſorrow, that dwels euery where: Deſolate, deſolate will I hence, and dye, The laſt leaue of thee, takes my weeping eye. My L. Aumerle, is Harry Herford arm'd. Yea, at all points, and longs to enter in. The Duke of Norfolke, ſprightfully and bold, Stayes but the ſummons of the Appealants Trumpet. Why then the Champions, are prepar'd, and ſtay For nothing but his Maieſties approach. Marſhall, demand of yonder Champion The cauſe of his arriuall heere in Armes, Aske him his name, and orderly proceed To ſweare him in the iuſtice of his cauſe. In Gods name, and the Kings, ſay who yu art, And why thou com'ſt thus knightly clad in Armes? Againſt what man thou com'ſt, and what's thy quarrell, Speake truly on thy knighthood, and thine oath, As ſo defend thee heauen, and thy valour. My name is Tho. Mowbray, Duke of Norfolk, Who hither comes engaged by my oath (Which heauen defend a knight ſhould violate) Both to defend my loyalty and truth, To God, my King, and his ſucceeding iſſue, Againſt the Duke of Herford, that appeales me: And by the grace of God, and this mine arme, To proue him (in defending of my ſelfe) A Traitor to my God, my King, and me, And as I truly fight, defend me heauen. Marſhall: Aske yonder Knight in Armes, Both who he is, and why he commeth hither, Thus placed in habiliments of warre: And formerly according to our Law Depoſe him in the iuſtice of his cauſe. What is thy name? and wherfore comſt yu hither Before King Richard in his Royall Liſts? Againſt whom com'ſt thou? and what's thy quarrell? Speake like a true Knight, ſo defend thee heauen.