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 0.83 · 471 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T42: harry, percy, lord, king, god, falstalffe, frances, mowbray, life, mortimer.
Pray God my news be worth a welcome lord, The Earl of Westmoreland seven thousand strong Is marching hitherwards, with him prince Iohn. No harm, what more? And further I have learned, The King himself in person is set forth, Or hitherwards intended speedily With strong and mighty preparation. He shall be welcome too: where is his son? The nimble footed madcap prince of Wales, And his comrades that daft the world aside And bid it pass? All furnished all in Arms: All plumde like Ostriches that with the wind Baited like Eagles having lately bathed, Glittering in golden coats like images, As full of spirit as the month of May, And gorgeous as the sun at Midsummer: Wanton as youthful goats, wild as young bulls, I saw young Harry with his beaver on, His cushes on his thighs gallantly armed, Rise from the ground like feathered Mercury, And vaulted with such ease into his seat, As if an Angel drop down from the clouds, To turn and wind a fiery Pegasus, And witch the world with noble horsemanship. No more, no more, worse than the sun in March, This praise doth nourish agues, let them come, They come like sacrifices in their trim, And to the fire-eyd maid of smoky war, All hot and bleeding will we offer them, The mailed Mars shall on his altars sit Up to the ears in blood. I am on fire To hear this rich reprisal is so nigh, And yet not ours: Come let me taste my horse, Who is to bear me like a thunderbolt, Against the bosom of the Prince of Wales, Harry to Harry shall hot horse to horse, Meet and near part till one drop down a coarse, Oh that Glendower were come. There is more news, I learned in Worcester as I road along, He can draw his power this fourteen days. That's the worst tidings that I hear of it. I by my faith, that bears a frosty sound. What may the kings whole battle reach unto? To thirty thousand. Forty let it be, My father and Glendower being both away, The powers of us may serve so great a day, Come let us take a muster speedily, dooms day is near, die all, die merely. Talk not of dying, I am out of fear Of death or death's hand for this one half year. Bardol get thee before to Coventry, fill me a bottle of Sack, our soldiers shall march through. we'll to Sutton cophill to night. Will you give me money captain? Lay out, lay out. This bottle makes an angel. And if it do, take it for thy labour, and if it make twenty take them all, i'll answer the coinage, bid my Lieutenant Peto meet me at towns end▪ I will captain, farewell.
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Pray God my newes be worth a welcome lord, The Earle of Westmerland seuen thousand strong Is marching hetherwards, with him prince Iohn. No harme, what more? And further I haue learnd, The King himselfe in person is set forth, Or hetherwards intended speedily With strong and mighty preparation. He shal be welcome too: where is his sonne? The nimble footed madcap prince of Wales, And his Cumrades that dat the world aside And bid it passe? All furnisht al in Armes: All plumde like Estridges that with the wind Baited like Eagles hauing lately bathd, Glittering in golden coates like images, As ful of spirit as the month of May, And gorgeous as the sunne at Midsomer: Wanton as youthful goates, wild as young buls, I saw yong Harry with his beuer on, His cushes on his thighs gallantly armde, Rise from the ground like feathered Mercury, And vaulted with such ease into his seat, As if an Angel drop down from the clouds, To turne and wind a fiery Pegasus, And witch the world with noble horsemanship. No more, no more, worse then the sun in March, This praise doth nourish agues, let them come, They come like sacrifices in their trim, And to the fire-eyd maide of smoky war, Al hot and bleeding will we offer them, The mailed Mars shal on his altars sit Vp to the eares in bloud. I am on fire To heare this rich reprizal is so nigh, And yet not ours: Come let me tast my horse, Who is to beare me like a thunderbolt, Against the bosome of the Prince of Wales, Harry to Harry shal hot horse to horse, Meete and neare part til one drop down a coarse, Oh that Glendower were come. There is more newes, I learnd in Worcester as I rode along, He can draw his power this fourteene daies. Thats the worst tidings that I heare of it. I by my faith, that beares a frosty sound. What may the kings whole battel reach vnto? To thirty thousand. Forty let it be, My father and Glendower being both away, The powers of vs may serue so great a day, Come let vs take a muster speedily, Doomes day is neare, die all, die merely. Talke not of dying, I am out of feare Of death or deaths hand for this one halfe yeare. Bardol get thee before to Couentry, fill me a bottle of Sacke, our souldiors shall march through. Weele to Sutton cophill to night. Will you giue me money captaine? Lay out, lay out. This bottell makes an angel. And if it do, take it for thy labour, and if it make twenty take them all, ile answere the coynage, bid my Liuetenant Peto meet me at townes end▪ I will captaine, farewell.