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 0.81 · 480 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T42: harry, percy, lord, king, god, falstalffe, frances, mowbray, life, mortimer.
The king himself, who Douglas grieves at heart, So many of his shadows thou hast met And not the very king, I have two boys Seek Percy and thyself about the field, But seeing thou fallst on me so luckily I will assay thee and defend thyself. I fear thou art another counterfeit, And yet in faith thou bearest thee like a king, But mine I am sure thou art who ere thou be, And thus I win thee. Hold up thy head vile Scot, or thou art like Never to hold it up again, the spirits Of Valiant Shirley, Stafford, Blunt are in my arms, It is the Prince of Wales that threatens thee, Who never promiseth but he means to pay. Cheerly my Lord, how fares your grace? Sir Nicholas Gawsey hath for secure sent, And so hath Clifton, i'll to Clifton strait. Stay and breathe a while, Thou hast redeemed thy lost opinion, And showed thou mak'st some tender of my life, In this fair rescue thou hast brought to me. O God they did me too much injury, That ever said I hearkened for your death, If it were so, I might have let alone The insulting hand of Douglas over you, Which would have been as speedy in your end As all the poisonous potions in the world, And saved the treacherous labour of your son. Make up to Clifton, i'll to S. Nicholas Gawsey. If I mistake not, thou art Harry Monmouth: Thou speak'st as if I would deny my name. My name is Harry Percy. Why then I see a very valiant rebel of the name; I am the Prince of Wales, and think not Percy To share with me in glory any more: Two stars keep not their motion in one sphere, Nor can one England brook a double reign Of Harry Percy and the Prince of Wales. Now shall it Harry, for the hour is come To end the one of us, and would to God Thy name in arms were now as great as mine. I'll make it greater ere I part from thee, And all the budding honours on thy crest I'll crop to make a garland for my head. I can no longer brook thy vanities. Well said Hall, to it Hall. Nay you shall find no boys play here I can tell you. Oh Harry thou hast robbed me of my youth, I better brook the loss of brittle life Then those proud titles thou hast won of me, They wound my thoughts worse than thy sword my flesh, But thoughts the slaves of life, and life times fool, And time that takes suruey of all the world Must have a stop. O I could prophesy, But that the earthy and cold hand of death Lies on my tongue: no Percy thou art dust And food for.
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The king himself, who Douglas grieues at hart, So many of his shadowes thou hast met And not the verie king, I haue two boies Seeke Percy and thy selfe about the field, But seeing thou falst on me so luckily I will assay thee and defend thy selfe. I feare thou art another counterfet, And yet in faith thou bearest thee like a king, But mine I am sure thou art who ere thou be, And thus I winne thee. Hold vp thy head vile Scot, or thou art like Neuer to hold it vp againe, the spirits Of Valiant Sherly, Stafford, Blunt are in my armes, It is the Prince of Wales that threatens thee, Who neuer promiseth but he meanes to pay. Cheerly my Lord, how fares your grace? Sir Nicholas Gawsey hath for succour sent, And so hath Clifton, ile to Clifton straight. Stay and breath a while, Thou hast redeemed thy lost opinion, And shewde thou makst some tender of my life, In this faire rescue thou hast brought to me. O God they did me too much iniury, That euer said I harkned for your death, If it were so, I might haue let alone The insulting hand of Douglas ouer you, Which would haue been as speedy in your end As al the poisonous potions in the world, And sau'd the trecherous labour of your sonne. Make vp to Clifton, ile to S. Nicholas Gawsey. If I mistake not, thou art Harry Monmouth: Thou speakst as if I would deny my name. My name is Harry Percy. Why then I see a very valiant rebel of the name; I am the Prince of Wales, and thinke not Percy To share with me in glory any more: Two stars keepe not their motion in one sphere, Nor can one England brooke a double raigne Of Harry Percy and the Prince of Wales. Now shal it Harry, for the houre is come To end the one of vs, and would to God Thy name in armes were now as great as mine. Ile make it greater ere I part from thee, And al the budding honors on thy crest Ile crop to make a garland for my head. I can no longer brooke thy vanities. Well said Hall, to it Hall. Nay you shall find no boyes play here I can tel you. Oh Harry thou hast obd me of my youth, I better brooke the losse of brittle life Then those proud titles thou hast won of me, They wound my thoughs worse then thy sword my flesh, But thoughts the slaues of life, and life times foole, And time that takes surucy of all the world Must haue a stop. O I could prophecy, But that the earthy and cold hand of death Lies on my tongue: no Percy thou art dust And food for.