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 0.82 · 480 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 lord, he doth deny to come, Off with his son George's head. My lord, the enemy is passed the marsh, After the battle let George Stanley die. A thousand hearts are great within my bosom, Advance our standards, set upon our foes, Our ancient word of courage fair saint George Inspire us with the spleen of fiery Dragons, Upon them victory sits on our helms. Rescue my lord of Norfolk, rescue, rescue, The king enacts more wonders then a man, Daring an opposite to every danger, His horse is slain, and all on foot he fights, Seeking for Richmond in the throat of death, Rescue fair lord, or else the day is lost. A horse, a horse, my kingdom for a horse. Withdraw my lord I'll help you to a horse. Slave I have set my life upon a cast, And I will stand the hazard of the die, I think there be six Richmonds in the field, Five have I slain to day in stead of him, A horse, a horse, my kingdom for a horse. God and your arms be praised victorious friends, The day is ours, the bloody dog is dead. Courageous Richmond, well hast thou acquit thee, Lo here this long usurped royalty. From the dead temples of this bloody wretch, Have I plucked off to grace thy brows withal, Wear it, enjoy it, and make much of it. Great God of heaven say Amen to all, But tell me, is young George Stanley living. He is my lord, and safe in Leicester town, Whether if it please you we may now withdraw us. What men of name are slain on either side? Inter their bodies as become their births. Proclaim a pardon to the soldiers fled, That in submission will return to us, And then as we have ta'en the sacrament, We will unite the white rose and the red, Smile heaven upon this fair conjunction, That long have frowned upon their enmity, What traitor hears me, and says not Amen? England hath long been mad and scared herself, The brother blindly shed the brother's blood, The father rashly slaughtered his own son, The son compels been butcher to the sire, All this divided York and Lancaster, Divided in their dire division. O now let Richmond and Elizabeth, The true succeeders of each royal house, By God's fair ordinance conjoin together, And let their heirs (God if thy will be so) every the time to come with smooth-faste peace, With smiling plenty and fair prosperous days, Abate the edge of traitors gracious Lord, That would reduce these bloody days again, And make poor England weep in streams of blood, Let them not live to taste this lands increase, That would with treason wound this fair lands peace, Now civil wounds are stopped, peace lives again, That she may long live hear, God Say Amen.
Other edition — placed after the fit, excluded from the main statistics
Position
nodes 3361–3421 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 54 of 54 in this edition
Length
480 words · 596 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T18 — Rebels, barons and the king's wars at homecross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.821 (cosine to the topic centroid) · placed after the fit (approximate_predict), not counted in the topic statistics
Other seeds
seed 43: unassigned · 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 lord, he doth deny to come, Off with his sonne Georges head. My lord, the enemie is past the marsh, After the battaile let George Stanley die. A thousand harts are great within my bosome, Aduance our standards, set vpon our foes, Our ancient word of courage faire saint George Inspire vs with the spleene of fierie Dragons, Vpon them victorie sits on our helmes. Rescew my lord of Norffolke, rescew, rescew, The king enacts more wonders then a man, Daring an opposite to euerie danger, His horse is slaine, and all on foot he fights, Seeking for Richmond in the throat of death, Rescew faire lord, or else the daie is lost. A horse, a horse, my kingdome for a horse. Withdraw my lord Ile helpe you to a horse. Slaue I haue set my life vpon a cast, And I will stand the hazard of the die, I thinke there be sixe Richmonds in the field, Fiue haue I slaine to daie in stead of him, A horse, a horse, my kingdome for a horse. God and your armes be praisd victorious freends, The daie is ours, the bloudie dog is dead. Couragious Richmond, wel hast thou acquit thee, Loe here this long vsurped roialtie. From the dead temples of this bloudie wretch, Haue I pluckt off to grace thy browes withall, Weare it, enjoy it, and make much of it. Great God of heauen saie Amen to all, But tell me, is yong George Stanley liuing. He is my lord, and safe in Leicester towne, Whether if it please you we may now withdraw vs. What men of name are slaine on either side? Inter their bodies as become their births. Proclaime a pardon to the soldiers fled, That in submission will returne to vs, And then as we haue tane the sacrament, We will vnite the white rose and the red, Smile heauen vpon this faire coniunction, That long haue frownd vpon their enmitie, What traitor heares me, and saies not Amen? England hath long been madde and scard her selfe, The brother blindlie shed the brothers bloud, The father rashlie slaughterd his own sonne, The sonne compel ben butcher to the sire, All this deuided Yorke and Lancaster, Deuided in their dire deuision. O now let Richmond and Elizabeth, The true succeeders of each royall house, By Gods faire ordinance conioine together, And let their heires (God if thy will be so) Enrich the time to come with smooth-faste peace, With smiling plentie and faire prosperous daies, Abate the edge of traitors gracious Lord, That would reduce these bloudy daies againe, And make poore England weepe in streames of bloud, Let them not liue to tast this lands increase, That would with treason wound this faire lands peace, Now ciuill wounds are stopt, peace liues againe, That she may long liue heare, God Saie Amen.