Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written 1597 [c.1596-1597] (Annals) history · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men T42 English historical figures: a mixed clus typicality 0.89 · 479 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T42: harry, percy, lord, king, god, falstalffe, frances, mowbray, life, mortimer.
With all my heart. Lords, give us leave: The Prince of Wales, and I, Must have some private conference: But be near at hand, For we shall presently have need of you. I know not whether Heaven will have it so, For some displeasing service I have done; That in his secret Doom, out of my Blood, he'll breed Revengement, and a Scourge for me: But thou dost in thy passages of Life, Make me believe, that thou art only marked For the hot vengeance, and the Rod of heaven To punish my Mistread. Tell me else. Can such inordinate and low desires, Such poor, such bare, such lewd, such mean attempts, Such barren pleasures, rude society, As thou art matched withal, and grafted too, Accompany the greatness of thy blood, And hold their level with thy Princely heart? So please your Majesty, I would I could Quit all offences with as clear excuse, As well as I am doubtless I can purge Myself of many I am charged withal: Yet such extenuation let me beg, As in reproof of many Tales devised, Which oft the Ear of Greatness needs must hear, By smiling Pickthanks, and base News-mongers; I may for some things true, wherein my youth Hath faulty wandered, and irregular, Find pardon on my true submission. Heaven pardon thee: Yet let me wonder, Harry, At thy affections, which do hold a Wing Quite from the flight of all thy ancestors. Thy place in Council thou hast rudely lost, Which by thy younger Brother is supply'de; And art almost an alien to the hearts Of all the Court and Princes of my blood. The hope and expectation of thy time Is ruined, and the Soul of every man Prophetically do forethink thy fall. Had I so lavish of my presence been, So common hackneyed in the eyes of men, So stolen and cheap to vulgar Company; Opinion, that did help me to the Crown, Had still kept loyal to possession, And left me in reputelesse banishment, A fellow of no mark, nor likelihood. By being seldom seen, I could not stir, But like a Comet, I was wondered at, That men would tell their Children, This is he: Others would say; Where, Which is Bullingbrooke. And then I stole all Courtesy from Heaven, And dressed myself in such Humility, That I did pluck Allegiance from men's hearts, Loud Shouts and Salutations from their mouths, Even in the presence of the Crowned King. Thus I did keep my Person fresh and new, My Presence like a Robe Pontifical, ne'er seen, but wondered at: and so my State, Seldom but sumptuous, showed like a Feast, And won by rareness such Solemnity. The skipping King he ambled up and down, With shallow jesters, and rash Bavin Wits, Soon kindled, and soon burnt, carded his State, Mingled his Royalty with Carping Fools,
Other edition — placed after the fit, excluded from the main statistics
Position
nodes 1147–1213 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 29 of 48 in this edition
Length
479 words · 638 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T42 — English historical figures: a mixed clustercontext only — excluded from the genre comparison · typicality 0.893 (cosine to the topic centroid) · placed after the fit (approximate_predict), not counted in the topic statistics
Other seeds
seed 43: T43 · seed 44: T43 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
With all my heart. Lords, giue vs leaue: The Prince of Wales, and I, Muſt haue ſome priuate conference: But be neere at hand, For wee ſhall preſently haue neede of you. I know not whether Heauen will haue it ſo, For ſome diſpleaſing ſeruice I haue done; That in his ſecret Doome, out of my Blood, Hee'le breede Reuengement, and a Scourge for me: But thou do'ſt in thy paſſages of Life, Make me beleeue, that thou art onely mark'd For the hot vengeance, and the Rod of heauen To puniſh my Miſtreadings. Tell me elſe. Could ſuch inordinate and low deſires, Such poore, ſuch bare, ſuch lewd, ſuch meane attempts, Such barren pleaſures, rude ſocietie, As thou art matcht withall, and grafted too, Accompanie the greatneſſe of thy blood, And hold their leuell with thy Princely heart? So pleaſe your Maieſty, I would I could Quit all offences with as cleare excuſe, As well as I am doubtleſſe I can purge My ſelfe of many I am charg'd withall: Yet ſuch extenuation let me begge, As in reproofe of many Tales deuis'd, Which oft the Eare of Greatneſſe needes muſt heare, By ſmiling Pick-thankes, and baſe Newes-mongers; I may for ſome things true, wherein my youth Hath faultie wandred, and irregular, Finde pardon on my true ſubmiſſion. Heauen pardon thee: Yet let me wonder, Harry, At thy affections, which doe hold a Wing Quite from the flight of all thy anceſtors. Thy place in Councell thou haſt rudely loſt, Which by thy younger Brother is ſupply'de; And art almoſt an alien to the hearts Of all the Court and Princes of my blood. The hope and expectation of thy time Is ruin'd, and the Soule of euery man Prophetically doe fore-thinke thy fall. Had I ſo lauiſh of my preſence beene, So common hackney'd in the eyes of men, So ſtale and cheape to vulgar Company; Opinion, that did helpe me to the Crowne, Had ſtill kept loyall to poſſeſſion, And left me in reputeleſſe baniſhment, A fellow of no marke, nor likelyhood. By being ſeldome ſeene, I could not ſtirre, But like a Comet, I was wondred at, That men would tell their Children, This is hee: Others would ſay; Where, Which is Bullingbrooke. And then I ſtole all Courteſie from Heauen, And dreſt my ſelfe in ſuch Humilitie, That I did plucke Allegeance from mens hearts, Lowd Showts and Salutations from their mouthes, Euen in the preſence of the Crowned King. Thus I did keepe my Perſon freſh and new, My Preſence like a Robe Pontificall, Ne're ſeene, but wondred at: and ſo my State, Seldome but ſumptuous, ſhewed like a Feaſt, And wonne by rareneſſe ſuch Solemnitie. The skipping King hee ambled vp and downe, With ſhallow Ieſters, and raſh Bauin Wits, Soone kindled, and ſoone burnt, carded his State, Mingled his Royaltie with Carping Fooles,