Shakespeare, William · published 1598 · first performed or written 1597 [c.1596-1597] (Annals) history · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men T42 English historical figures: a mixed clus typicality 0.84 · 505 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T42: harry, percy, lord, king, god, falstalffe, frances, mowbray, life, mortimer.
A conquest for a Prince to boast of. Yea, there thou mak'st me sad, and mak'st me sin In envy, that my Lord Northumberland Should be the father to so blessed a son: A son, who is the theme of honours tongue, Amongst a grove, the very straightest plant, Who is sweet fortune's minion and her pride, Whilst I by looking on the praise of him See riot and dishonour stain the brow Of my young Harry. O that it could be proved That some night tripping fairy had exchanged, In cradle clothes our children where they lay, And called mine Percy, his Plantagenet, Then would I have his Harry, and he mine: But let him from my thoughts. What think you cousin Of this young Percies pride? The prisoners Which he in this adventure hath surprised To his own use, he keeps and sends me word I shall have none but Mordake Earl of Fife. This is his uncles teaching. This is Worcester, Malevolent to you in all aspects, Which makes him prune himself, and bristle up The crest of youth against your dignity. But I have sent for him to answer this: And for this cause a while we must neglect Out holy purpose to Ierusalem. Cousin on wednesday next our council we will hold At Windsor, so inform the Lords: But come yourself with speed to us again, For more is to be said and to be done, Then out of anger can be uttered. I will my liege. Now Hal, what time of day is it lad? Thou art so fat-witted with drinking of old sack, and unbuttoning thee after supper, and sleeping upon benches afternoon; that thou hast forgotten to demand that truly which thou wouldst truly know. What a devil hast thou to do with the time of the day? unless hours were cups of sack, and minutes capons, and clocks the tongues of Bawds, and dials the signs of leaping houses, and the blessed sun himself a fair hot wench in flame-couloured taffeta; I see no reason why thou shouldst be so superfluous to demand the time of the day. Indeed you come near me now Hal, for we that take purses go by the moon and the seven stars, and not by Phoebus, he, that wandering knight so fair: and I prithee sweet wag when thou art a king as God save thy grace: majesty I should say, for grace thou wilt have none. What none? No by my troth, not so much as will serve to be prologue to an egg and butter. Well, how then? come roundly, roundly. Marry then sweet wag, when thou art king let not us that are squires of the night's body, be called thieves of the days beauty: let us be Diana's foresters, gentlemen of the shade, minions of the moon, and let men say we be men of good government, being governed as the sea is, by our noble and chaste mistress the moon, under whose countenance we steal.
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A conquest for a Prince to boast of. Yea, there thou makst me sad, and makst me sinne In enuy, that my Lord Northumberland Should be the father to so blest a sonne: A sonne, who is the theame of honors tongue, Amongst a groue, the very straightest plant, Who is sweet fortunes minion and her pride, Whilst I by looking on the praise of him See ryot and dishonour staine the brow Of my young Harry. O that it could be prou'd That some night tripping fairy had exchang'd, In cradle clothes our children where they lay, And cald mine Percy, his Plantagenet, Then would I haue his Harry, and he mine: But let him from my thoughts. What think you coose Of this young Percies pride? The prisoners Which he in this aduenture hath surprizd To his own vse, he keepes and sends me word I shal haue none but Mordake Earle of Fife. This is his vncles teaching. This is Worcester, Maleuolent to you in all aspects, Which makes him prune himselfe, and bristle vp The crest of youth against your dignity. But I haue sent for him to answere this: And for this cause a while we must neglect Out holy purpose to Ierusalem. Coosen on wednesday next our councel we wil hold At Windsore, so informe the Lords: But come your selfe with speed to vs againe, For more is to be said and to be done, Then out of anger can be vttered. I will my liege. Now Hal, what time of day is it lad? Thou art so fat-witted with drinking of olde sacke, and vnbuttoning thee after supper, and sleeping vpon benches afternoone; that thou hast forgotten to demaunde that truelie which thou wouldest trulie knowe. What a diuell hast thou to do with the time of the daie? vnles houres were cups of sacke, and minutes capons, and clockes the tongues of Baudes, and Dialles the signes of leaping houses, and the blessed sunne himselfe a faire hot wench in flame-couloured taffata; I see no reason why thou shouldst be so superfluous to demaunde the time of the day. Indeede you come neere me nowe Hal, for wee that take purses go by the moone and the seuen stars, and not by Phoebus, he, that wandring knight so faire: and I prethe sweet wag when thou art a king as God saue thy grace: maiestie I should say, for grace thou wilt haue none. What none? No by my troth, not so much as will serue to bee prologue to an egge and butter. Wel, how then? come roundly, roundly. Marry then sweet wag, when thou art king let not vs that are squiers of the nights bodie, bee called theeues of the daies beauty: let vs be Dianaes forresters, gentlemen of the shade, minions of the moone, and let men say wee be men of good gouernement, being gouerned as the sea is, by our noble and chast mistresse the moone, vnder whose countenaunce we steale.