Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written 1595 (Annals) tragedy; history · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men unassigned nearest T18 Rebels, barons and the king's wars at ho · 479 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T18: king, lord, wallace, earl, edward, england, scotland, rebels, bruce, english.
How fond dost thou spur a forward Horse? If I dare eat, or drink, or breathe, or live, I dare meet Surrey in a Wilderness, And spit upon him, whilst I say he Lies, And Lies, and Lies: there is my Bond of Faith, To tie thee, to my strong Correction. As I intent to thrive in this new World, Aumerle is guilty of my true Appeal. Besides, I heard the banished Norfolk say, That thou Aumerle didst send two of thy men, To execute the Noble Duke at Calais. Some honest Christian trust me with a Gage, That Norfolk lies: here do I throw down this, If he may be repealed, to try his Honor. These differences shall all rest under Gage, Till Norfolk be repealed: repealed he shall be; And (though mine Enemy) restored again To all his Lands and Seignories: when he's returned, Against Aumerle we will enforce his Trial. That honourable day shall ne'er be seen. Many a time hath banished Norfolk fought For Iesu Christ, in glorious Christian field Streaming the Ensign of the Christian Cross, Against black Pagans, Turks, and Saracens: And toiled with works of War, retired himself To Italy, and there at Venice gave His Body to that pleasant Country's Earth, And his pure Soul unto his Captain Christ, Under whose Colours he had fought so long. Why Bishop, is Norfolk dead? As sure as I live, my Lord. Sweet peace conduct his sweet Soul To the Bosom of good old Abraham. Lord's Appealants, your differences shall all rest under gage, Till we assign you to your days of Trial. Great Duke of Lancaster, I come to thee From plume-pluckt Richard, who with willing Soul Adopts thee Heir, and his high Sceptre yields To the possession of thy Royal Hand. Ascend his Throne, descending now from him, And long live Henry, of that Name the Fourth. In God's Name, I'll ascend the Regal Throne. Marry, Heaven forbidden. Worst in this Royal Presence may I speak, Yet best beseeming me to speak the truth. Would God, that any in this Noble Presence Were enough Noble, to be upright judge Of Noble Richard: then true Nobleness would Learn him forbearance from so foul a Wrong. What Subject can give Sentence on his King? And who sits here, that is not Richard's Subject? thieves are not judged, but they are by to hear, Although apparent guilt be seen in them: And shall the figure of God's Majesty, His Captain, Steward, deputy elect, Anointed, Growned, planted many years, Be judged by subject, and inferior breath, And he himself not present? Oh, forbidden it, God, That in a Christian Climate, Souls refin'de Should show so heinous, black, obscene a deed. I speak to Subjects, and a Subject speaks, Stirred up by Heaven, thus boldly for his King. My Lord of Hereford here, whom you call King,
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How fondly do'ſt thou ſpurre a forward Horſe? If I dare eate, or drinke, or breathe, or liue, I dare meete Surrey in a Wilderneſſe, And ſpit vpon him, whileſt I ſay he Lyes, And Lyes, and Lyes: there is my Bond of Faith, To tye thee, to my ſtrong Correction. As I intend to thriue in this new World, Aumerle is guiltie of my true Appeale. Beſides, I heard the baniſh'd Norfolke ſay, That thou Aumerle didſt ſend two of thy men, To execute the Noble Duke at Callis. Some honeſt Chriſtian truſt me with a Gage, That Norfolke lyes: here doe I throw downe this, If he may be repeal'd, to trie his Honor. Theſe differences ſhall all reſt vnder Gage, Till Norfolke be repeal'd: repeal'd he ſhall be; And (though mine Enemie) reſtor'd againe To all his Lands and Seignories: when hee's return'd, Againſt Aumerle we will enforce his Tryall. That honorable day ſhall ne're be ſeene. Many a time hath baniſh'd Norfolke fought For Ieſu Chriſt, in glorious Chriſtian field Streaming the Enſigne of the Chriſtian Croſſe, Againſt black Pagans, Turkes, and Saracens: And toyl'd with workes of Warre, retyr'd himſelfe To Italy, and there at Venice gaue His Body to that pleaſant Countries Earth, And his pure Soule vnto his Captaine Chriſt, Vnder whoſe Colours he had fought ſo long. Why Biſhop, is Norfolke dead? As ſure as I liue, my Lord. Sweet peace conduct his ſweet Soule To the Boſome of good old Abraham. Lords Appealants, your differēces ſhal all reſt vnder gage, Till we aſſigne you to your dayes of Tryall. Great Duke of Lancaſter, I come to thee From plume-pluckt Richard, who with willing Soule Adopts thee Heire, and his high Scepter yeelds To the poſſeſſion of thy Royall Hand. Aſcend his Throne, deſcending now from him, And long liue Henry, of that Name the Fourth. In Gods Name, Ile aſcend the Regall Throne. Mary, Heauen forbid. Worſt in this Royall Preſence may I ſpeake, Yet beſt beſeeming me to ſpeake the truth. Would God, that any in this Noble Preſence Were enough Noble, to be vpright Iudge Of Noble Richard: then true Nobleneſſe would Learne him forbearance from ſo foule a Wrong. What Subiect can giue Sentence on his King? And who ſits here, that is not Richards Subiect? Theeues are not iudg'd, but they are by to heare, Although apparant guilt be ſeene in them: And ſhall the figure of Gods Maieſtie, His Captaine, Steward, Deputie elect, Anoynted, Grown'd, planted many yeeres, Be iudg'd by ſubiect, and inferior breathe, And he himſelfe not preſent? Oh, forbid it, God, That in a Chriſtian Climate, Soules refin'de Should ſhew ſo heynous, black, obſcene a deed. I ſpeake to Subiects, and a Subiect ſpeakes, Stirr'd vp by Heauen, thus boldly for his King. My Lord of Hereford here, whom you call King,