Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written 1597 [c.1596-1597] (Annals) history · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men unassigned nearest T18 Rebels, barons and the king's wars at ho · 487 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T18: king, lord, wallace, earl, edward, england, scotland, rebels, bruce, english.
The Archdeacon hath divided it Into three Limits, very equally: England, from Trent, and Severne hitherto, By South and East, is to my part assigned: All Westward, Wales, beyond the Severne shore, And all the fertile Land within that bound, To Owen Glendower: And dear Cousin, to you The remnant Northward, lying off from Trent. And our Indentures Tripartite are drawn: Which being sealed interchangeably, (A Business that this Night may execute) To morrow, Cousin Percy, you and I, And my good Lord of Worcester, will set forth, To meet your Father, and the Scottish Power, As is appointed us at Shrewsbury. My Father Glendower is not ready yet, Nor shall we need his help these fourteen days: Within that space, you may have drawn together Your Tenants, Friends, and neighbouring Gentlemen. A shorter time shall send me to you, Lords: And in my Conduct shall your Ladies come, From whom you now must steal, and take no leave, For there will be a World of Water shed, Upon the parting of your Wives and you. Me thinks my Moiety, North from Burton here, In quantity equal not one of yours: See, how this River comes me cranking in, And cuts me from the best of all my Land, A huge half Moon, a monstrous Cantle out. I'll have the Currant in this place damned up, And here the smug and Silver Trent shall run, In a new Channel, fair and evenly: It shall not wind with such a deep indent, To rob me of so rich a Bottom here. Not wind? it shall, it must, you see it doth. Yea, but mark how he bears his course, And runs me up, with like advantage on the other side, Gelding the opposed Continent as much, As on the other side it takes from you. Yea, but a little Charge will trench him here, And on this North side win this Cape of Land, And then he runs strait and even. I'll have it so, a little Charge will do it. I'll not have it altered. Will not you? No, nor you shall not. Who shall say me nay? Why, that will I. Let me not understand you then, speak it in Welsh. I can speak English, Lord, as well as you: For I was trained up in the English Court; Where, being but young, I framed to the Harp Many an English Ditty, lovely well, And gave the Tongue a helpful Ornament; A Virtue that was never seen in you. Marry, and I am glad of it with all my heart, I had rather be a Kitten, and cry mew, Then one of these same Meeter Ballad-mongers: I had rather hear a Brazen Candlestick turned, Or a dry Wheel grate on the Axletree, And that would set my teeth nothing an edge, Nothing so much, as mincing Poetry; 'Tis like the forced gate of a shuffling Nag.
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The Arch-Deacon hath diuided it Into three Limits, very equally: England, from Trent, and Seuerne hitherto, By South and Eaſt, is to my part aſſign'd: All Weſtward, Wales, beyond the Seuerne ſhore, And all the fertile Land within that bound, To Owen Glendower: And deare Couze, to you The remnant Northward, lying off from Trent. And our Indentures Tripartite are drawne: Which being ſealed enterchangeably, (A Buſineſſe that this Night may execute) To morrow, Couſin Percy, you and I, And my good Lord of Worceſter, will ſet forth, To meete your Father, and the Scottiſh Power, As is appointed vs at Shrewsbury. My Father Glendower is not readie yet, Nor ſhall wee neede his helpe theſe foureteene dayes: Within that ſpace, you may haue drawne together Your Tenants, Friends, and neighbouring Gentlemen. A ſhorter time ſhall ſend me to you, Lords: And in my Conduct ſhall your Ladies come, From whom you now muſt ſteale, and take no leaue, For there will be a World of Water ſhed, Vpon the parting of your Wiues and you. Me thinks my Moity, North from Burton here, In quantitie equals not one of yours: See, how this Riuer comes me cranking in, And cuts me from the beſt of all my Land, A huge halfe Moone, a monſtrous Cantle out. Ile haue the Currant in this place damn'd vp, And here the ſmug and Siluer Trent ſhall runne, In a new Channell, faire and euenly: It ſhall not winde with ſuch a deepe indent, To rob me of ſo rich a Bottome here. Not winde? it ſhall, it muſt, you ſee it doth. Yea, but marke how he beares his courſe, And runnes me vp, with like aduantage on the other ſide, Gelding the oppoſed Continent as much, As on the other ſide it takes from you. Yea, but a little Charge will trench him here, And on this North ſide winne this Cape of Land, And then he runnes ſtraight and euen. Ile haue it ſo, a little Charge will doe it. Ile not haue it alter'd. Will not you? No, nor you ſhall not. Who ſhall ſay me nay? Why, that will I. Let me not vnderſtand you then, ſpeake it in Welſh. I can ſpeake Engliſh, Lord, as well as you: For I was trayn'd vp in the Engliſh Court; Where, being but young, I framed to the Harpe Many an Engliſh Dittie, louely well, And gaue the Tongue a helpefull Ornament; A Vertue that was neuer ſeene in you. Marry, and I am glad of it with all my heart, I had rather be a Kitten, and cry mew, Then one of theſe ſame Meeter Ballad-mongers: I had rather heare a Brazen Candleſtick turn'd, Or a dry Wheele grate on the Axle-tree, And that would ſet my teeth nothing an edge, Nothing ſo much, as mincing Poetrie; 'Tis like the forc't gate of a ſhuffling Nagge.