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 · 500 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T42: harry, percy, lord, king, god, falstalffe, frances, mowbray, life, mortimer.
Though I could scape shot-free at London, I fear the shot here, here's no skoring but upon the pate. Soft, who are you? sir Walter Blunt, there's honour for you, here's no vanity, I am as hot as molten lead, & as heavy too: God keep lead out of me, I need no more weight than mine own bowels. I have led my rag of Muffins where they are peppered, there's not three of my 150. left alive, and they are for the towns end, to beg during life: but who comes here? What, stands thou idle here? lend me thy sword, Many a noble man lies stark and stiff, Under the hooves of vaunting enemies, whose deaths are yet unrevengd, I prithee lend me thy sword. O Hal, I prithee give me leave to breathe a while, Turk Gregory never did such deeds in arms as I have done this day, I have paid Percy, I have made him sure. He is indeed, and living to kill thee: I prithee lend me thy sword. Nay before God Hal, if Percy be alive thou gets not my sword, but take my pistol if thou wilt. Give it me, what? is it in the case? I Hal, 'tis hot, 'tis hot, there's that will sack a City. What is it a time to jest and dally now? Well if Percy be alive, i'll pierce him; if he do come in my way so, if he do not, if I come in his willingly, let him make a Carbonado of me. I like not such grinning honour as sir Walter hath▪ give me life, which if I can save, so: if not, honour comes unlooked for, and there's an end. I prithee Harry withdraw thyself, thou bleedest too much, Lord Iohn of Lancaster go you with him. Not I my Lord, unless I did bleed too. I beseech your majesty make up, Lest your retirement do amaze your friends. I will do so. My Lord of Westmoreland lead him to his tent. Come my Lord, i'll lead you to your tent. Led me my Lord? I do not need your help, And God forbidden a shallow scratch should drive The Prince of Wales from such a field as this, Where stained nobility lies trodden on, And rebels arms triumph in massacres. We breathe too long, come cousin Westmoreland Our duty this way lies: For God's sake come. By God thou hast deceived me Lancaster, I did not think thee Lord of such a spirit, Before I loved thee as a brother Iohn, But now I do respect thee as my soul. I saw him hold Lord Percy at the point, With lustier maintenance than I did look for Of such an ungrown warrior. O this boy lends metal to us all. Another king they grow like Hydra's heads, I am the Douglas fatal to all those That wear those colours on them. What art thou That counterfetst the person of a King?
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Though I could scape shot-free at London, I feare the shot here, heres no skoring but vpon the pate. Soft, who are you? sir Walter Blunt, theres honour for you, heres no vanitie, I am as hot as molten lead, & as heauie too: God keepe leade out of me, I need no more weight then mine owne bowels. I haue led my rag of Muffins where they are pepperd, theres not three of my 150. left aliue, and they are for the townes ende, to beg during life: but who comes here? What, stands thou idle here? lend me thy sword, Many a noble man lies starke and stiffe, Vnder the hoofes of vaunting enemies, whose deaths are yet vnreuengd, I preethe lend mee thy sword. O Hal, I preethe giue me leaue to breath a while, Turke Gregorie neuer did such deeds in armes as I haue don this day, I haue paid Percy, I haue made him sure. He is indeed, and liuing to kill thee: I preethe lend me thy sword. Nay before God Hal, if Percy be aliue thou gets not my sword, but take my pistoll if thou wilt. Giue it me, what? is it in the case? I Hal, tis hot, tis hot, theres that will sacke a Citie. What is it a time to iest and dally now? Well if Percy be aliue, ile pierce him; if hee doe come in my way so, if he doe not, if I come in his willingly, let him make a Carbonado of me. I like not such grinning honour as sir Walter hath▪ giue me life, which if I can saue, so: if not, honor comes vnlookt for, and theres an end. I preethe Harry withdraw thy selfe, thou bleedest too much, Lord Iohn of Lancaster go you with him. Not I my Lord, vnlesse I did bleed too. I beseech your maiestie make vp, Least your retirement do amaze your friends. I will do so. My Lord of Westmerland lead him to his tent. Come my Lord, ile lead you to your tent. Lead me my Lord? I do not need your helpe, And God forbid a shallow scratch should driue The Prince of Wales from such a field as this, Where staind nobilitie lies troden on, And rebels armes triumphe in massacres. We breath too long, come coosen Westmerland Our dutie this way lies: For Gods sake come. By God thou hast deceiu'd me Lancaster, I did not thinke thee Lord of such a spirit, Before I lou'd thee as a brother Iohn, But now I do respect thee as my soule. I saw him hold Lord Percy at the poynt, With lustier maintenance then I did looke for Of such an vngrowne warrior. O this boy lends mettall to vs all. Another king they grow like Hydraes heads, I am the Douglas fatall to all those That weare those colours on them. What art thou That counterfetst the person of a King?