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 0.86 · 480 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T42: harry, percy, lord, king, god, falstalffe, frances, mowbray, life, mortimer.
With all my heart. Lords give us leave, the Prince of Wales and I, Must have some private conference, but be near at hand, For we shall presently have need of you. I know not whether God will have it so For some displeasing service I have done, That in his secret doom out of my blood, he'll breed revengement and a scourge for me: But thou dost in thy passages of life, Make me believe that thou art only marked For the hot vengeance, and the rod of heaven, To punish my mistread. Tell me else Can such inordinate and low desires, Such poor, such bare, such lewd, such mean attempts, Such barten pleasures, rude society As thou art matched withal, and grafted to, Accompany the greatness of thy blood, And hold their level with thy princely heart? So please your Majesty, I would I could Quit all offences with as clear excuse, As well as I am doubtless I can purge Myself of many I am charged withal, Yet such extenuation let me beg, As in reproof of many tales devised, Which oft the ear of greatness needs must hear By smiling pickthanks, and base news mongers, I may for some things true, wherein my youth Hath faulty wandered, and irregular, Find pardon on my true submission. God pardon thee yet let me wonder, Harry, At thy affections, which do hold a wing Quite from the flight of all thy ancestors, Thy place in counsel thou hast rudely lost Which by thy younger brother is supplied, And art almost an allien to the hearts Of all the Court and princes of my blood, The hope and expectation of thy time Is ruined, and the soul of every man Prophetically do forethink thy fall: Had I so lavish of my presence been, So common hackneid in the eyes of men, So stolen and cheap to vulgar company. Opinion that did help me to the crown, Had still kept loyal to possession, And left me in reputelesse banishment, A fellow of no mark nor likelihood. By being seldom seen, I could not stir But like a Comet I was wondered at That men would tell their children this is he: Others would say, where, which is Bullingbrooke? And then I stole all courtesy from heaven, And dressed myself in such humility That I did pluck allegiance from men's hearts, Loud shouts, and salutations from their mouths, Even in the presence of the crowned king. Thus did I keep my person fresh and new, My presence like a robe pontifical, Near seen but wondered at, and so my state Seldom, but sumptuous showed like a feast, And wan by rareness such solemnity. The skipping king, he ambled up and down, With shallow jesters, and rash bavin wits, Soon kindled, and soon burnt, carded his state, Mingled his royalty with capering fools,
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With all my hart. Lords giue vs leaue, the Prince of Wales and I, Must haue some priuate conference, but be neare at hand, For we shall presently haue neede of you. I know not whether God will haue it so For some displeasing seruice I haue done, That in his secret doome out of my blood, Heele breed reuengement and a scourge for me: But thou dost in thy passages of life, Make me beleeue that thou art onely markt For the hot vengeance, and the rod of heauen, To punish my mistreadings. Tell me else Could such inordinate and low desires, Such poore, such bare, such lewd, such mean attempts, Such barten pleasures, rude societie As thou art matcht withall, and grafted to, Accompanie the greatnesse of thy blood, And hold their leull with thy princely heart? So please your Maiestie, I would I could Quit all offences with as cleare excuse, As well as I am doubtlesse I can purge My selfe of many I am chargd withall, Yet such extenuation let me beg, As in reproofe of many tales deuisde, Which oft the eare of greatnes needs must heare By smiling pickthanks, and base newes mongers, I may for some things true, wherein my youth Hath faulty wandred, and irregular, Find pardon on my true submission. God pardon thee yet let me wonder, Harry, At thy affections, which do hold a wing Quite from the flight of all thy auncestors, Thy place in counsell thou hast rudely lost Which by thy yonger brother is supplide, And art almost an allien to the harts Of all the Court and princes of my blood, The hope and expectation of thy time Is ruind, and the soule of euery man Prophetically do forthinke thy fall: Had I so lauish of my presence beene, So common hackneid in the eyes of men, So stale and cheape to vulgar companie. Opinion that did helpe me to the crowne, Had still kept loyall to possession, And left me in reputelesse banishment, A fellow of no marke nor likelihoode. By being seldome seene, I could not stirre But like a Comet I was wondred at That men would tell their children this is he: Others would say, where, which is Bullingbrooke? And then I stole all curtesie from heauen, And drest my selfe in such humilitie That I did plucke allegiance from mens hearts, Loud shouts, and salutations from their mouths, Euen in the presence of the crowned king. Thus did I keepe my person fresh and new, My presence like a roabe pontificall, Nere seene but wondred at, and so my state Seldome, but sumptuous shewd like a feast, And wan by rarenesse such solemnitie. The skipping king, he ambled vp and downe, With shallow iesters, and rash bauin wits, Soone kindled, and oone burnt, caded his state, Mingled his royaltie with caping ooles,