Shakespeare, William · published 1597 · first performed or written 1592 [1591-1592] (Annals) tragedy; history · Derby's (Strange's) Men (?) T18 Rebels, barons and the king's wars at ho typicality 0.77 · 495 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T18: king, lord, wallace, earl, edward, england, scotland, rebels, bruce, english.
My Liege, in Kent the Guilfordes are in arms, And every hour more competitors, Flock to their aid, and still their power increaseth. My Lord, the army of the Duke of Buckingham. Out on you owls, nothing but songs off death. Take that until thou bring me better news. Your grace mistakes, the news I bring is good, My news is that by sudden flood, and fall of water, The Duke of Buckingham's army is dispersed and scattered, And he himself fled, no man knows whether. O I cry you mercy, I did mistake, Ratcliff reward him, for the blow I gave him, Hath any well advised friend given out, Rewards for him that brings in Buckingham. Such proclamation hath been made my liege. Sir Thomas Lovel, and Lord Marques Dorset, 'tis said my liege, are up in arms, Yet this good comfort bring I to your grace, The Britain navy is dispersed, Richmond in Dorshire Sent out a boat to ask them on the shore, If they were his assistants yea, or no: Who answered him, they came from Buckingham, Upon his party, he mistrusting them, Ho●st sale, and made away for Britain. March on, march on, since we are up in arms, If not to fight with foreign enemies, Yet to beat down, these rebels here at home. My liege, the Duke of Buckingham is taken, That's the best news, that the Earl of Richmond, Is with a mighty power landed at Milford, Is colder tidings, yet they must be told. Away towards Salisbury, while we reason here, A royal battle might be won and lost. Some one take order, Buckingham be brought, To Salisbury, the rest march on with me. Sir Christapher, tell Richmond this from me, That in the sty of this most bloody boar, My son George Stanley is franked up in hold, If I revolt, off goes young George's head, The fear of that, with holds my present aid, But tell me, where is princely Richmond now? At Pembroke, or at Harford-west in Wales. What men of name resort to him. Sir Walter Herbert, a renowned soldier, Sir Gilbert Talbot, Sir William Stanley, Oxford, redoubted Pembroke, Sir Iames Blunt, Rice up Thomas, with a valiant crew, With many more of noble fame and worth, And towards London they do bend their course, If by the way, they be not fought withal. Return unto thy Lord, commend me to him, Tell him, the Queen hath heartily consented, He shall espouse Elizabeth her daughter, These letters will resolve him of my mind. Farewell. Will not king Richard let me speak with him. No my Lord, therefore be patiented. Hastings, and Edward's children, Rivers, Grace, Holy king Henry, and thy fair son Edward, Vaughan, and all that have miscarried, By underhand corrupted, foul injustice, If that your moody discontented souls, Do through the clouds, behold this present hour, Even for revenge, mock my destruction. This is Alsoules day fellows, is it not?
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Position
nodes 2911–2975 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 47 of 54 in this edition
Length
495 words · 662 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T18 — Rebels, barons and the king's wars at homecross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.765 (cosine to the topic centroid) · placed after the fit (approximate_predict), not counted in the topic statistics
Other seeds
seed 43: T22 · seed 44: T13 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
My Liege, in Kent the Guilfordes are in armes, And euerie houre more competitors, Flocke to their aide, and still their power increaseth. My Lord, the armie of the Duke of Buckingham. Out on you owles, nothing but songs off death. Take that vntill thou bring me better newes. Your grace mistakes, the newes I bring is good, My newes is that by sudden floud, and fall of water, The Duke of Buckinghams armie is disperst and scattered, And he himselfe fled, no man knowes whether. O I crie you mercie, I did mistake, Ratcliffe reward him, for the blow I gaue him, Hath any well aduised friend giuen out, Rewardes for him that brings in Buckingham. Such proclamation hath bene made my liege. Sir Thomas Louel, and Lord Marques Dorset, Tis said my liege, are vp in armes, Yet this good comfort bring I to your grace, The Brittaine nauie is disperst, Richmond in Dorshire Sent out a boate to aske them on the shore, If they were his assistants yea, or no: Who answered him, they came from Buckingham, Vpon his partie, he mistrusting them, Host sale, and made away for Brittaine. March on, march on, since we are vp in armes, If not to fight with forreine enemies, Yet to beate downe, these rebels here at home. My liege, the Duke of Buckingham is taken, Thats the best newes, that the Earle of Richmond, Is with a mightie power landed at Milford, Is colder tidings, yet they must be told. Away towardes Salisburie, while we reason here, A royall battell might be wonne and lot. Some one take order, Buckingham be brought, To Salisburie, the rest march on with me. Sir Christapher, tell Richmond this from me, That in the stie of this most bloudie bore, My sonne George Stanlie is franckt vp in hold, If I reuolt, off goes young Georges head, The feare of that, with holdes my present aide, But tell me, where is princelie Richmond now? At Pembroke, or at Harford-west in Wales. What men of name resort to him. Sir Walter Herbert, a renowned souldier, Sir Gilbert Talbot, Sir William Stanlie, Oxford, redoubted Pembroke, Sir Iames Blunt, Rice vp Thomas, with a valiant crew, With many moe of noble fame and worth, And towardes London they doe bend their course, If by the way, they be not fought withall. Retourne vnto thy Lord, commend me to him, Tell him, the Queene hath hartelie consented, He shall espouse Elizabeth her daughter, These letters will resolue him of my minde. Farewell. Will not king Richard let me speake with him. No my Lord, therefore be patient. Hastings, and Edwards children, Riuers, Gray, Holie king Henrie, and thy faire sonne Edward, Vaughan, and all that haue miscarried, By vnderhand corrupted, foule iniustice, If that your moodie discontented oules, Doe through the cloudes, behold this present houre, Euen for reuenge, mocke my destruction. This is Alsoules day fellowes, is it not?