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 · 522 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.
Do not think so, you shall not find it so: And Heaven forgive them, that so much have swayed Your Majesty's good thoughts away from me: I will redeem all this on Percies head, And in the closing of some glorious day, Be bold to tell you, that I am your Son, When I will wear a Garment all of Blood, And stain my favours in a bloody Mask: Which washed away, shall scour my shame with it. And that shall be the day, when ere it lights, That this same Child of Honour and Renown. This gallant Hotspur, this all-praysed Knight, And your unthought-of Harry chance to meet: For every Honour fitting on his Helm, Would they were multitudes, and on my head My shames redoubled. For the time will come, That I shall make this Northern Youth exchange His glorious Deeds for my Indignities: Percy is but my Factor, good my Lord, To engross up glorious Deeds on my behalf: And I will call him to so strict account, That he shall render every Glory up, Yea, even the sleightest worship of his time, Or I will tear the Reckoning from his Heart. This, in the Name of Heaven, I promise here: The which, if I perform, and do survive, I do beseech your Majesty, may salve The long-grown Wounds of my intemperature: If not, the end of Life cancels all Bands, And I will dye a hundred thousand Deaths, Ere break the smallest parcel of this Vow. A hundred thousand Rebels die in this: Thou shalt have Charge, and sovereign trust herein. How now good Blunt? thy Looks are full of speed. So hath the Business that I come to speak of. Lord Mortimer of Scotland hath sent word, That Dowglas and the English Rebels met The eleventh of this month, at Shrewsbury: A mighty and a fearful Head they are, (If Promises be kept on every hand) As ever offered foul play in a State. The Earl of Westmoreland set forth to day: With him my son, Lord Iohn of Lancaster, For this advertisement is five days old. On Wednesday next, Harry thou shalt set forward: On Thursday, we ourselves will march. Our meeting is Bridgenorth: and Harry, you shall march Through Glocestershire: by which account, Our Business valued some twelve days hence, Our general Forces at Bridgenorth shall meet. Our Hands are full of Business: let's away, Advantage feeds him fat, while men delay. Bardolph, am I not fall'n away vilely, since this last action? do I not bate? do I not dwindle? Why my skin hangs about me like an old Ladies lose Gown: I am withered like an old Apple Iohn. Well, I'll repent, and that suddenly, while I am in some liking: I shall be out of heart shortly, and then I shall have no strength to repent. And I have not forgotten what the inside of a Church is made of I am a Pepper Corn, a Brewer's Horse, the inside of a Church. Company, villainous Company hath been the spoil of me. Sir Iohn, you are so fretful, you cannot live long.
Other edition — placed after the fit, excluded from the main statistics
Position
nodes 1280–1333 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 31 of 48 in this edition
Length
522 words · 687 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T42 — English historical figures: a mixed clustercontext only — excluded from the genre comparison · typicality 0.885 (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)
Doe not thinke ſo, you ſhall not finde it ſo: And Heauen forgiue them, that ſo much haue ſway'd Your Maieſties good thoughts away from me: I will redeeme all this on Percies head, And in the cloſing of ſome glorious day, Be bold to tell you▪that I am your Sonne, When I will weare a Garment all of Blood, And ſtaine my fauours in a bloody Maske: Which waſht away, ſhall ſcowre my ſhame with it. And that ſhall be the day, when ere it lights, That this ſame Child of Honor and Renowne. This gallant Hotſpur, this all-prayſed Knight, And your vnthought-of Harry chance to meet: For euery Honor fitting on his Helme, Would they were multitudes, and on my head My ſhames redoubled. For the time will come, That I ſhall make this Northerne Youth exchange His glorious Deedes for my Indignities: Percy is but my Factor, good my Lord, To engroſſe vp glorious Deedes on my behalfe: And I will call him to ſo ſtrict account, That he ſhall render euery Glory vp, Yea, euen the ſleighteſt worſhip of his time, Or I will teare the Reckoning from his Heart. This, in the Name of Heauen, I promiſe here: The which, if I performe, and doe ſuruiue, I doe beſeech your Maieſtie, may ſalue The long-growne Wounds of my intemperature: If not, the end of Life cancells all Bands, And I will dye a hundred thouſand Deaths, Ere breake the ſmalleſt parcell of this Vow. A hundred thouſand Rebels dye in this: Thou ſhalt haue Charge, and ſoueraigne truſt herein. How now good Blunt? thy Lookes are full of ſpeed. So hath the Buſineſſe that I come to ſpeake of. Lord Mortimer of Scotland hath ſent word, That Dowglas and the Engliſh Rebels met The eleuenth of this moneth, at Shrewsbury: A mightie and a fearefull Head they are, (If Promiſes be kept on euery hand) As euer offered foule play in a State. The Earle of Weſtmerland ſet forth to day: With him my ſonne, Lord Iohn of Lancaſter, For this aduertiſement is fiue dayes old. On Wedneſday next, Harry thou ſhalt ſet forward: On Thurſday, wee our ſelues will march. Our meeting is Bridgenorth: and Harry, you ſhall march Through Gloceſterſhire: by which account, Our Buſineſſe valued ſome twelue dayes hence, Our generall Forces at Bridgenorth ſhall meete. Our Hands are full of Buſineſſe: let's away, Aduantage feedes him fat, while men delay. Bardolph, am I not falne away vilely, ſince this laſt action? doe I not bate? doe I not dwindle? Why my skinne hangs about me like an olde Ladies looſe Gowne: I am withered like an olde Apple Iohn. Well, Ile repent, and that ſuddenly, while I am in ſome liing: I ſhall be out of heart ſhortly, and then I ſhall haue no ſtrength to repent. And I haue not forgotten what the in-ſide of a Church is made of I am a Pepper Corne, a Brewers Horſe, the in-ſide of a Church. Company, villanous Company hath beene the ſpoyle of me. Sir Iohn, you are ſo fretfull, you cannot liue long.