Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · 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 0.80 · 490 words
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 dye. A thousand hearts are great within my bosom. Advance our Standards, set upon our Foes, Our Ancient word of Courage, fair S. George Inspire us with the spleen of fiery Dragons: Upon them, Victory sits on our helps. 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 these long usurped Royalties, From the dead Temples of this bloody Wretch, Have I plucked off, to grace thy Brows withal. Wear 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, Wither (if you please) we may withdraw us. What men of name are slain on either side? Iohn Duke of Norfolk, Walter Lord Ferris, Sir Robert Brokenbury, and Sir William Brandon. 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 compelled, 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 thy Heirs (God if thy will be so) every the time to come, with Smooth-faced 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 here, God say, Amen.
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My Lord, he doth deny to come. Off with his ſonne Georges head. My Lord, the Enemy is paſt the Marſ: After the battaile, let George Stanley dye. A thouſand hearts are great within my boſom. Aduance our Standards, ſet vpon our Foes, Our Ancient word of Courage, faire S. George Inſpire vs with the ſpleene of fiery Dragons: Vpon them, Victorie ſits on our helpes. Reſcue my Lord of Norfolke, Reſcue, Reſcue: The King enacts more wonders then a man, Daring an oppoſite to euery danger: His horſe is ſlaine, and all on foot he fights, Seeking for Richmond in the throat of death: Reſcue faire Lord, or elſe the day 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 Dye: I thinke there be ſixe Richmonds in the field, Fiue haue I ſlaine to day, in ſtead of him. A Horſe, a Horſe, my Kingdome for a Horſe. God, and your Armes Be prais'd Victorious Friends; The day is ours, the bloudy Dogge is dead. Couragious Richmond, Well haſt thou acquit thee: Loe, Heere theſe long vſurped Royalties, From the dead Temples of this bloudy Wretch, Haue I pluck'd off, to grace thy Browes withall. Weare it, and make much of it. Great God of Heauen, ſay Amen to all. But tell me, is yong George Stanley liuing? He is my Lord, and ſafe in Leiceſter Towne, Whither (if you pleaſe) we may withdraw vs. What men of name are ſlaine on either ſide? Iohn Duke of Norfolke, Walter Lord Ferris, Sir Robert Brokenbury, and Sir William Brandon. Interre 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 frown'd vpon their Enmity: What Traitor heares me, and ſayes not Amen? England hath long beene mad, and ſcarr'd her ſelfe; The Brother blindely ſhed the Brothers blood; The Father, raſhly ſlaughtered his owne Sonne; The Sonne compell'd, beene Butcher to the Sire; All this diuided Yorke and Lancaſter, Diuided, in their dire Diuiſion. O now, let Richmond and Elizabeth, The true Succeeders of each Royall Houſe, By Gods faire ordinance, conioyne together: And let thy Heires (God if thy will be ſo) Enrich the time to come, with Smooth-fac'd Peace, With ſmiling Plenty, and faire Proſperous dayes. Abate the edge of Traitors, Gracious Lord, That would reduce theſe bloudy dayes againe, And make poore England weepe in Streames of Blood; Let them not liue to taſte this Lands increaſe, That would with Treaſon, wound this faire Lands peace. Now Ciuill wounds are ſtopp'd, Peace liues agen; That ſhe may long liue heere, God ſay, Amen.