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 0.85 · 485 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T42: harry, percy, lord, king, god, falstalffe, frances, mowbray, life, mortimer.
Had his great name profaned with their scorns, And gave his countenance against his name To laugh at gibing boys, and stand the push Of every beardless vain comparative, Grew a companion to the common streets, Enfe oft himself to popularity, That being daily swallowed by men's eyes, They surfeited with honey, and began to loathe The taste of sweetness, whereof a little More than a little, is by much too much. So when he had occasion to be seen, He was but as the Cuckoo is in Iune, Heard, not regarded: Scene, but with such eyes As sick and blunted with community, Afford no extraordinary gaze. Such as is bend on sunlike majesty, When it shines seldom in admirring eyes, But rather drowzd, and hung their eyelids down, Slept in his face, and rendered such aspect As cloudy men use to their adversaries, Being with his presence glutted, gorge, and full. And in that very line Harry standest thou, For thou hast lost thy princely privilege With vile participation. Not an eye But is a weary of thy common sight, Save mine, which hath desired to see thee more, Which now doth that I would not have it do, Make blind itself with foolish tenderness. I shall hereafter my thrice gracious Lord, Be more myself. For all the world, As thou art to this hour was Richard then, When I from France set foot at Ravenspurgh, And even as I was than, is Percy now, Now by my sceptre, and my soul to boot, He hath more worthy interest to the state Then thou the shadow of succession. For of no right, nor colour like to right, He doth fill fields with harness in the realm, Turns head against the lions armed jaws, And being no more in debt to years, than thou Leads ancient Lords, and reverend Bishops on To bloody battles, and to bruising arms. What never dying honour hath he got Against renowned Dowglas? Whose high deeds, Whose hot incursions, and great name in arms, Holds from all soldiers chief majority And military title capital. Through all the kingdom that acknowledge Christ, Thrice hath this Hotspur Man in swaddling clothes, This infant warrior in his enterprises, Discomfited great Dowglas, ta'en him once, Enlarged him, and made a friend of him, To fill the mouth of deep defiance up, And shake the peace and safety of our throne, And what say you to this? Percy Northumberland, The Archbishop's grace of York, Dowglas, Mortimer, Capitulate against us, and are up. But wherefore do I tell these news to thee? Why Harry do I tell thee of my foes, Which art my nearest and dearest enemy? Thou that art like enough through vassal fear, Base inclination, and the start of spleen, To fight against me under Percies pay, To dog his heels, and curtsy at his frowns, To show how much thou art degenerate.
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Had his great name prophaned with their scornes, And gaue his countenance against his name To laugh at gibing boyes, and stand the push Of euery beardlesse vaine comparatiue, Grew a companion to the common streees, Enfe oft himselfe to popularitie, That being dayly swallowed by mens eyes, They surfetted with honie, and began to loath The taste of sweetnesse, whereof a little More then a little, is by much too much. So when he had occasion to be seene, He was but as the Cuckoe is in Iune, Heard, not regarded: Scene, but with such eies As sicke and blunted with communitie, Affoord no extraordinary gaze. Such as is bent on sun-like maiestie, When it shines seldome in admirring eies, But rather drowzd, and hung their eie-lids down, Slept in his face, and rendred such aspect As cloudy men vse to their aduersaries, Being with his presence glutted, gordge, and full. And in that very line Harry standest thou, For thou hast lost thy princely priuiledge With vile participation. Not an eye But is a weary of thy common sight, Saue mine, which hath desired to see thee more, Which now doth that I would not haue it do, Make blind it selfe with foolish tendernesse. I shall hereafter my thrice gratious Lord, Be more my selfe. For all the world, As thou art to this houre was Richard then, When I from France set foot at Rauenspurgh, And euen as I was than, is Percy now, Now by my scepter, and my soule to boote, He hath more worthie interest to the state Then thou the shadow of succession. For of no right, nor colour like to right, He doth fill fields with harnesse in the realme, Turnes head against the lions armed iawes, And being no more in debt to yeares, then thou Leads ancient Lords, and reuerend Bishops on To bloudie battailes, and to bruising armes. What neuer dying honour hath he got Against renowmed Dowglas? Whose high deeds, Whose hot incursions, and great name in armes, Holds from al souldiors chiefe maioritie And militarie title capitall. Through all the kingdome that acknowledge Christ▪ Thrice hath this Hotspur Mar in swathling cloaths, This infant warrier in his enterprises, Discomfited great Dowglas, tane him once, Enlargd him, and made a friend of him, To fill the mouth of deepe defiance vp, And shake the peace and safety of our throne, And what say you to this? Percy Northumberland, The Archbishops grace of York, Dowglas, Mortimer, Capitulate against vs, and are vp. But wherefore do I tel these newes to thee? Why Harry do I tell thee of my foes, Which art my nearest and dearest enemy? Thou that art like enough through vassall feare, Base inclination, and the start of spleene, To fight against me vnder Percies pay, To dog his heeles, and curtsie at his frownes, To shew how much thou art degenerate.