Shakespeare, William · published 1598 · first performed or written 1597 [c.1596-1597] (Annals) history · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men T18 Rebels, barons and the king's wars at ho typicality 0.80 · 536 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T18: king, lord, wallace, earl, edward, england, scotland, rebels, bruce, english.
Didst thou? Lord, Lord, how this world is given to lying, I grant you I was down, and out of breath, and so was he, but we rose both at an instant, and fought a long hour by Shrewesburie clock, if I may be beleeude so: if not, let them that should reward valour, bear the sin upon their own heads. I'll take it upon my death, I gave him this wound in the thigh, if the man were alive, and would deny it, zounds I would make him eat a piece of my sword. This is the strangest tale that ever I heard. This is the strangest fellow, brother Iohn, Come bring your luggage nobly on your back. For my part, if a lie may do thee grace, I'll gild it with the happiest terms I have. The Trumpet sounds retreat, the day is our, Come brother let us to the highest of the field, To see what friends are living, who are dead. I'll follow as they say for reward. He that rewards me God reward him. If I do grow great, i'll grow less, for i'll purge and leave Sack, and live cleanly as a noble man should do. Thus ever did rebellion find rebuke, Ill spirited Worcester, did not we send grace, Pardon, and terms of love to all of you? And wouldst thou turn our offers contrary? Misuse the tenor of thy kinsman's trust. Three knights upon our party slain to day, A noble Earl and many a creature else, Had been alive this hour, If like a Christian thou hadst truly borne Betwixt our armies true intelligence. What I have done my safety urged me to▪ And I embrace this fortune patiently, Since not to be avoided it falls on me. Bear Worcester to the death and Vernon too: Other Offenders we will pause upon. How goes the field? The noble Scot Lord Dowglas, when he saw The fortune of the day quite turned from him, The noble Percy slain and all his men Upon the foot of fear, fled with the rest And falling from a hill, he was so bruised, That the pursuers took him. At my tent The Douglas is: and I beseech your grace I may dispose of him. With all my heart▪ Then brother Iohn of Lancaster, To you this honourable bounty shall belong, Go to the Douglas and deliver him Up to his pleasure, ransomless and free, His valours shown upon our Crests to day Have taught us how to cherish such high deeds, Even in the bosom of our adversaries. I thank your grace for this high courtesy, Which I shall give away immediately. Then this remains that we, divide our power, You son Iohn, and my cousin Westmoreland Towards York shall bend, you with your dearest speed To meet Northumberland and the Prelate Scroop, Who as we hear are busily in arms: Myself and you son Hatry will towards Wales, To fight with Glendower and the Earl of March, Rebellion in this land shall lose his sway, Meeting the check of such another day, And since this business so fair is done, Let us not leave till all our own be won.
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Didst thou? Lord, Lord, howe this world is giuen to lying, I graunt you I was downe, and out of breath, and so was he, but we rose both at an instant, and fought a long houre by Shrewesburie clocke, if I may be beleeude so: if not, let them that should rewarde valour, beare the sinne vppon their owne heads. Ile take it vpon my death, I gaue him this wound in the thigh, if the man were aliue, and would denie it, zounds I would make him eate a peece of my sword. This is the strangest tale that euer I heard. This is the strangest fellow, brother Iohn, Come bring your luggage nobly on your backe. For my part, if a lie may do thee grace, Ile guild it with the happiest termes I haue. The Trumpet sounds retrait, the day is our, Come brother let vs to the highest of the field, To see what friends are liuing, who are dead. Ile follow as they say for reward. Hee that rewardes mee God reward him. If I do growe great, ile growe lesse, for ile purge and leaue Sacke, and liue cleanlie as a noble man should do. Thus euer did rebellion find rebuke, Ill spirited Worcester, did not we send grace, Pardon, and tearmes of loue to all of you? And wouldst thou turne our offers contrary? Misuse the tenor of thy kinsmans trust. Three knights vpon our party slaine to day, A noble Earle and many a creature else, Had been aliue this houre, If like a Christian thou hadst truly borne Betwixt our armies true intelligence. What I haue done my safety vrg'd me to▪ And I embrace this fortune patiently, Since not to be auoided it fals on me. Beare Worcester to the death and Vernon too: Other Offendors we will pause vpon. How goes the field? The noble Scot Lord Dowglas, when he saw The fortune of the day quite turnd from him, The noble Percy slaine and all his men Vpon the foot of feare, fled with the rest And falling from a hill, he was so bruisd, That the pursuers tooke him. At my tent The Douglas is: and I beseech your grace I may dispose of him. With all my hart▪ Then brother Iohn of Lancaster, To you this honorable bounty shal belong, Go to the Douglas and deliuer him Vp to his pleasure, ransomlesse and free, His valours shewne vpon our Crests to daie Haue taught vs how to cherish such high deeds, Euen in the bosome of our aduersaries. I thanke your grace for this high curtesie, Which I shall giue away immediatly. Then this remaines that we, deuide our power, You sonne Iohn, and my coosen Westmerland Towards York shal bend, you with your derest speed To meet Northumberland and the Prelate Scroope, Who as we heae are busily in armes: My selfe and you sonne Hatry will towards Wales, To fight with Glendower and the Earle of March, Rebellion in this land shall loose his sway, Meeting the checke of such another day, And since this businesse so faire is done, Let vs not leaue till all our owne be won.