Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written 1595 (Annals) tragedy; history · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men unassigned nearest T43 York and Lancaster: dynastic claims and · 457 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T43: henry, king, richard, warwick, york, edward, father, duke, crown, son.
I shall not need transport my words by you, Here comes his Grace in Person. My Noble Uncle. Show me thy humble heart, and not thy knee, Whose duty is deceivable, and false. My gracious Uncle. Tut, tut, Grace me no Grace, nor Uncle me, I am no Traitor's Uncle; and that word Grace, In an ungracious mouth, is but profane. Why have these banished, and forbidden Legs, Dared once to touch a Dust of England's Ground? But more than why, why have they dared to march So many miles upon her peaceful Bosom, Frighting her pale-faced Villages with War, And ostentation of despised Arms? Comest thou because th' anointed King is hence? Why foolish Boy, the King is left behind, And in my loyal Bosom lies his power. Were I but now the Lord of such hot youth, A when braue Gaunt, thy Father, and my selfe Rescued the Black Prince, that young Mars of men, From forth the Ranks of many thousand French: Oh then, how quickly should this Arm of mine, Now Prisoner to the Palsy, chastise thee, And minister correction to thy Fault. My gracious Uncle, let me know my Fault, On what Condition stands it, and wherein? Even in Condition of the worst degree, In gross Rebellion, and detested Treason: Thou art a banished man, and here art come Before th' expiration of thy time, In braving Arms against thy Sovereign. As I was banished, I was banished Hereford, But as I come, I come for Lancaster. And Noble Uncle, I beseech your Grace Look on my Wrongs with an indifferent eye: You are my Father, for me thinks in you I see old Gaunt alive. Oh than my Father, Will you permit, that I shall stand condemned A wand'ring Vagabond; my Rights and Royalties Plucked from my arms perforce, and given away To upstart Unthrifts? Wherefore was I borne? If that my Cousin King, be King of England, It must be granted, I am Duke of Lancaster. You have a Son, Aumerle, my Noble Kinsman, Had you first died, and he been thus trod down, He should have found his Uncle Gaunt a Father, To rouse his Wrongs, and chase them to the bay. I am denied to sue my Livery here, And yet my Letters Patents give me leave: My Father's goods are all distraynd, and sold, And these, and all, are all amiss employed. What would you have me do? I am a Subject, And challenge Law: Attorneyes are denied me; And therefore personally I lay my claim To my Inheritance of free Descent. The Noble Duke hath been too much abused. It stands your Grace upon, to do him right. Base men by his endowments are made great.
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)
I ſhall not need tranſport my words by you, Here comes his Grace in Perſon. My Noble Vnckle. Shew me thy humble heart, and not thy knee, Whoſe dutie is deceiuable, and falſe. My gracious Vnckle. Tut, tut, Grace me no Grace, nor Vnckle me, I am no Traytors Vnckle; and that word Grace, In an vngracious mouth, is but prophane. Why haue theſe baniſh'd, and forbidden Legges, Dar'd once to touch a Duſt of Englands Ground? But more then why, why haue they dar'd to march So many miles vpon her peacefull Boſome, Frighting her pale-fac'd Villages with Warre, And oftentation of deſpiſed Armes? Com'ſt thou becauſe th' anoynted King is hence? Why fooliſh Boy, the King is left behind, And in my loyall Boſome lyes his power. Were I bu now the Lord of ſuch hot youth, A when braue Gaunt, thy Father, and my ſelfe Reſcued the Black Prince, that yong Mars of men, From forth the Rankes of many thouſand French: Oh then, how quickly ſhould this Arme of mine, Now Priſoner to the Palſie, chaſtiſe thee, And miniſter correction to thy Fault. My gracious Vnckle, let me know my Fault, On what Condition ſtands it, and wherein? Euen in Condition of the worſt degree, In groſſe Rebellion, and deteſted Treaſon: Thou art a baniſh'd man, and here art come Before th' expiration of thy time, In brauing Atms againſt thy Soueraigne. As I was baniſh'd, I was baniſh'd Hereford, But as I come, I come for Lancaſter. And Noble Vnckle, I beſeech your Grace Looke on my Wrongs with an indifferent eye: You are my Father, for me thinkes in you I ſee old Gaunt aliue. Oh then my Father, Will you permit, that I ſhall ſtand condemn'd A wandring Vagabond; my Rights and Royalties Pluckt from my armes erforce, and giuen away To vpſtart Vnthrifts? Wherefore was I borne? If that my Couſin King, be King of England, It muſt be graunted, I am Duke of Lancaſter. You haue a Sonne, Aumerle, my Noble Kinſman, Had you firſt died, and he beene thus trod downe, He ſhould haue found his Vnckle Gaunt a Father, To rowze his Wrongs, and chaſe them to the bay. I am denyde to ſue my Liuerie here, And yet my Letters Patents giue me leaue: My Fathers goods are all diſtraynd▪ and ſold, And theſe, and all, are all amiſſe imployd. What would you haue me doe? I am a Subiect, And challenge Law: Attorneyes are deny'd me; And therefore perſonally I lay my claime To my Inheritance of free Diſcent. The Noble Duke hath been too much abus'd. It ſtands your Grace vpon, to doe him right. Baſe men by his endowments are made great.