Shakespeare, William · published 1598 · first performed or written 1597 [c.1596-1597] (Annals) history · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men T18 Rebels, barons and the king's wars at ho typicality 0.74 · 559 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T18: king, lord, wallace, earl, edward, england, scotland, rebels, bruce, english.
SO shaken as we are, so wan with care, Find we a time for frighted peace to pant, And breath short wound accents of new broils To be commencte in strands a far remote: No more the thirsty entrance of this soil Shall daub her lips with her own children's blood, No more shall trenching war channel her fields, Nor bruise her flourets with the armed hooves Of hostile paces: those opposed eyes, Which like the meteors of a troubled heaven, All of one nature, of one substance bred, Did lately meet in the intestine shock And furious close of civil butchery, Shall now in mutual welbeseeming ranks, March all one way, and be no more opposed Against acquaintance, kindred and allies. The edge of war, like an ill sheathed knife, No more shall cut his master: therefore friends, As far as to the sepulchre of Christ, Whose soldier now, under whose blessed cross We are impressed and engaged to fight, Forthwith a power of English shall we levy, Whose arms were moulded in their mother's womb, To chase these pagans in those holy fields, Over whose acres walked those blessed feet, Which 1400. years ago were nailed, For our advantage on the bitter cross. But this our purpose now is twelve month old, And bootless 'tis to tell you we will go. Therefore we meet not now: then let me hear Of you my gentle cozen Westmoreland, What yesternight our counsel did decree In forwarding this dear expedience. My liege, this haste was hot in question, And many limits of the charge set down But yesternight, when all athwart there came A post from Wales, loaden with heavy news, Whose worst was that the noble Mortimer, Leading the men of Herdforshire to fight Against the irregular, and wild Glendower, Was by the rude hands of that Welshman taken, A thousand of his people butchered, Upon whose dead corpses there was such misuse, Such beastly shameless transformation By those Welchwomen done, as may not be Without much shame, retould, or spoken of. It seems then that the tidings of this broil, Broke off our business for the holy land. This matched with other did, my gracious L. For more uneven and unwelcome news Came from the North, and thus it did import, On holly road day the gallant Hotspur there, Young Harry Percy, and brave Archibold, That ever valiant and approved Scot, At Holmedon met, where they did spend A sad and bloody hour: As by discharge of their artillery, And shape of likelihood the news was told: For he that brought them in the very heat And pride of their contention, did take horse Uncertain of the issue any way. Here is dear, a true industrious friend, Sir Walter Blunt new lighted from his horse, Stained with the variation of each soil, Betwixt that Holmedon and this seat of ours: And he hath brought us smooth and welcome news, The Earl of Douglas is discomfited, Ten thousand bold Scots, two and twenty knights Balked in their own blood. Did sir Walter see On Holmedons' plains, of prisoners Hotspur took Mordake Earl of Fife, and eldest son To beaten Douglas, and the Earl of Athol, Of Murrey, Angus, and Menteith: And is not this an honourable spoil? A gallant priz? Ha cousin, is it not? In faith it is.
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SO shaken as we are, so wan with care, Find we a time for frighted peace to pant, And breath short winded accents of new broiles To be commencte in stronds a far remote: No more te thirsty entrance of this soile Shal dawbe her lips with her own childrens bloud, No more shall trenching war channel her fields, Nor bruise her flourets with the armed hoofes Of hostile paces: those opposed eies, Which like the mteors of a troubled heauen, Al of one nature, of one substance bred, Did lately meete in the intestine shocke And furious close of ciuill butcherie, Shall now in mutuall welbeseeming rankes, March all one way, and be no more oppos'd Against acquaintance, kindred and allyes. The edge of war, like an ill sheathed knife, No more shall cut his maister: therefore friends, As far as to the sepulcher of Christ, Whose soldiour now, vnder whose blessed crosse We are impressed and ingag'd to fight, Forthwith a power of English shall we leauy, Whose armes were moulded in their mothers wombe, To chase these pagans in those holy fields, Ouer whose acres walkt those blessed feet, Which 1400. yeares ago were naild, For our aduantage on the bitter crosse. But this our purpose now is twelue month old, And bootelesse tis to tell you we wil go. Therefore we meet not nowe: then let me heare Of you my gentle Cosen Westmerland, What yesternight our counsell did decree In forwarding this deere expedience. My liege, this haste was hot in question, And many limits of the charge set down But yesternight, when all athwart there came A post from Wales, loden with heauy newes, Whose worst was that the noble Mortimer, Leading the men of Herdforshire to fight Against the irregular, and wild Glendower, Was by the rude hands of that Welchman taken, A thousand of his people butchered, Vpon whose dead corpes there was such misuse, Such beastly shamelesse transformation By those Welch-women done, as may not be Without much shame, retould, or spoken of. It seemes then that the tidings of this broile, Brake off our businesse for the holy land. This matcht with other did, my gratious L. For more vneuen and vnwelcome newes Came from the North, and thus it did import, On holly rode day the gallant Hotspur there, Yong Harry Percy, and braue Archibold, That euer valiant and approued Scot, At Holmdon met, where they did spend A sad and bloudy houre: As by discharge of their artillery, And shpe of likelihood the newes was told: For he that brought them in the very heat And pride of heir contention, did take horse Vncertaine of the issue any way. Here is deere, a true industrious friend, Sir Walter Blunt new lighted from his horse, Staind with the variation of each soile, Betwixt that Holmedon and this seat of ours: And he hath brought vs smothe and welcom newes, The Earle of Douglas is discomfited, Ten thousand bould Scots, two and twenty knights Balkt in their own bloud. Did sir Walter see On Holmedons plaines, of prisoners Hotspur tooke Mordake Earle of Fife, and eldest sonne To beaten Douglas, and the Earle of Athol, Of Murrey, Angus, and Menteith: And is not this an honorable spoile? A gallant priz? Ha coosen, is it not? In faith it is.