Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written 1597 [c.1596-1597] (Annals) history · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men unassigned nearest T43 York and Lancaster: dynastic claims and · 493 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T43: henry, king, richard, warwick, york, edward, father, duke, crown, son.
Revolted Mortimer? He never did fall off, my Sovereign Liege, But by the chance of War: to prove that true, Needs no more but one tongue. For all those Wounds, Those mouthed Wounds, which valiantly he took, When on the gentle Seuernes siedgie bank, In single Opposition hand to hand, He did confound the best part of an hour In changing hardiment with great Glendower: Three times they breathed, and three times did they drink Upon agreement, of swift Seuernes flood; Who then affrighted with their bloody looks, Ran fearfully among the trembling Reeds, And hide his crispe-head in the hollow bank, Bloodstained with these Valiant Combatants. Never did base and rotten Policy Colour her working with such deadly wounds; Nor never could the Noble Mortimer Receive so many, and all willingly: Then let him not be slandered with Revolt. Thou dost belly him Percy, thou dost belly him; He never did encounter with Glendower: I tell thee, he durst as well have met the devil alone, As Owen Glendower for an enemy. Art thou not ashamed? But Sirrah, henceforth Let me not hear you speak of Mortimer. Send me your Prisoners with the speediest means, Or you shall hear in such a kind from me As will displease ye. My Lord Northumberland, We Licence your departure with your son, Send us your Prisoners, or you'll hear of it. And if the devil come and roar for them I will not send them. I will after strait And tell him so: for I will ease my heart, Although it be with hazard of my head. What? drunk with choler? stay & pause awhile. here comes your Uncle. Speak of Mortimer? Yes, I will speak of him, and let my soul Want mercy, if I do not join with him. In his behalf, I'll empty all these Veins, And shed my dear blood drop by drop i' th' dust, But I will lift the downfall Mortimer As high i' th' Air, as this Unthankful King, As this Ingrate and Cankered Bullingbrooke. Brother, the King hath made your Nephew mad Who strooke this heat up after I was gone? He will (forsooth) have all my Prisoners: And when I urged the ransom once again Of my Wife's Brother, than his cheek looked pale, And on my face he turned an eye of death, Trembling even at the name of Mortimer. I cannot blame him: was he not proclaimed By Richard that dead is, the next of blood? He was: I heard the Proclamation, And then it was, when the unhappy King (Whose wrongs in us God pardon) did set forth Upon his Irish Expedition: From whence he intercepted, did return To be deposed, and shortly murdered. And for whose death, we in the world's wide mouth Live scandalized, and foully spoken of. But soft I pray you; did King Richard then Proclaim my brother Mortimer, Heir to the Crown? He did, myself did hear it.
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Reuolted Mortimer? He neuer did fall off, my Soueraigne Liege, But by the chance of Warre: to proue that true, Needs no more but one tongue. For all thoſe Wounds, Thoſe mouthed Wounds, which valiantly he tooke, When on the gentle Seuernes ſiedgie banke, In ſingle Oppoſition hand to hand, He did confound the beſt part of an houre In changing hardiment with great Glendower: Three times they breath'd, and three times did they drink Vpon agreement, of ſwift Seuernes flood; Who then affrighted with their bloody lookes, Ran fearefully among the trembling Reeds, And hid his criſpe-head in the hollow banke, Blood-ſtained with theſe Valiant Combatants. Neuer did baſe and rotten Policy Colour her working with ſuch deadly wounds; Nor neuer could the Noble Mortimer Receiue ſo many, and all willingly: Then let him not be ſland'red with Reuolt. Thou do'ſt bely him Percy, thou doſt bely him; He neuer did encounter with Glendower: I tell thee, he durſt as well haue met the diuell alone, As Owen Glendower for an enemy. Art thou not aſham'd? But Sirrah, henceforth Let me not heare you ſpeake of Mortimer. Send me your Priſoners with the ſpeedieſt meanes, Or you ſhall heare in ſuch a kinde from me As will diſpleaſe ye. My Lord Northumberland, We Licenſe your departure with your ſonne, Send vs your Priſoners, or you'l heare of it. And if the diuell come and roare for them I will not ſend them. I will after ſtraight And tell him ſo: for I will eaſe my heart, Although it be with hazard of my head. What? drunke with choller? ſtay & pauſe awhile. Heere comes your Vnckle. Speake of Mortimer? Yes, I will ſpeake of him, and let my ſoule Want mercy, if I do not ioyne with him. In his behalfe, Ile empty all theſe Veines, And ſhed my deere blood drop by drop i' th duſt, But I will lift the downfall Mortimer As high i' th Ayre, as this Vnthankfull King, As this Ingrate and Cankred Bullingbrooke. Brother, the King hath made your Nephew mad Who ſtrooke this heate vp after I was gone? He will (forſooth) haue all my Priſoners: And when I vrg'd the ranſom once againe Of my Wiues Brother, then his cheeke look'd pale, And on my face he turn'd an eye of death, Trembling euen at the name of Mortimer. I cannot blame him: was he not proclaim'd By Richard that dead is, the next of blood? He was: I heard the Proclamation, And then it was, when the vnhappy King (Whoſe wrongs in vs God pardon) did ſet forth Vpon his Iriſh Expedition: From whence he intercepted, did returne To be depos'd, and ſhortly murthered. And for whoſe death, we in the worlds wide mouth Liue ſcandaliz'd, and fouly ſpoken of. But ſoft I pray you; did King Richard then Proclaime my brother Mortimer, Heyre to the Crowne? He did, my ſelfe did heare it.