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 0.83 · 529 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.
But yet I would your Father had been here: The Quality and Heir of our Attempt Brooks no division: It will be thought By some, that know not why he is away, That wisdom, loyalty, and mere dislike Of our proceed, kept the Earl from hence. And think, how such an apprehension May turn the tide of fearful Faction, And breed a kind of question in our cause: For well you know, we of the offering side, Must keep aloof from strict arbitrement, And stop all sight-holes, every loop, from whence The eye of reason may pry in upon us: This absence of your Father draws a Curtain, That shows the ignorant a kind of fear, Before not dreamt of. You strain too far. I rather of his absence make this use: It lends a Lustre, and more great Opinion, A larger Dare to your great Enterprise, Then if the Earl were here: for men must think, If we without his help, can make a Head To push against the Kingdom; with his help, We shall o'erturn it topsy-turvy down: Yet all goes well, yet all out joints are whole. As heart can think: There is not such a word spoke of in Scotland, At this Dream of Fear. My Cousin Vernon, welcome by my Soul. Pray God my news be worth a welcome, Lord. The Earl of Westmoreland, seven thousand strong, Is marching hither-wards, with Prince Iohn. No harm: what more? And further, I have learned, The King himself in person hath set forth, Or hither-wards intended speedily, With strong and mighty preparation. He shall be welcome too. Where is his Son, The nimble-footed Madcap, Prince of Wales, And his Cumrades, that daft the World aside, And bid it pass? All furnished, all in Arms, All plumed like Ostriches, that with the Wind Baited like Eagles, having lately bathed, Glittering in Golden Coats, like Images, As full of spirit as the Month of May, And gorgeous as the Sun at Midsummer, Wanton as youthful Goats, wild as young Bulls. I saw young Harry with his Beaver on, His Cushes on his thighs, gallantly armed, Rise from the ground like feathered Mercury. And vaulted with such ease into his Seat, As if an Angel dropped down from the Clouds, To turn and wind a fiery Pegasus, And witch the World with Noble Horsemanship. No more, no more, Worse men the Sun in March: This praise doth nourish Agues: let them come. They come like Sacrifices in their trim, And to the fire-eyed Maid of smoky War, All hot, and bleeding, will we offer them: The mayled Mars shall on his Altar sit up to the ears it blood. I am on fire, To hear this rich reprisal is so nigh, And yet not ours. Come, let me take my Horse, Who is to bear me like a Thunderbolt, Against the bosom of the Prince of Wales. Harry to Harry, shall not Horse to Horse Meet, and ne'er part, till one drop down a Coarse? Oh, that Glendower were come. There is more news: I learned in Worcester, as I road along, He cannot draw his Power this fourteen days.
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529 words · 706 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T42 — English historical figures: a mixed clustercontext only — excluded from the genre comparison · typicality 0.832 (cosine to the topic centroid) · placed after the fit (approximate_predict), not counted in the topic statistics
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But yet I would your Father had beene here: The Qualitie and Heire of our Attempt Brookes no diuiſion: It will be thought By ſome, that know not why he is away, That wiſedome, loyaltie, and meere diſlike Of our proceedings, kept the Earle from hence. And thinke, how ſuch an apprehenſion May turne the tyde of fearefull Faction, And breede a kinde of queſtion in our cauſe: For well you know, wee of the offring ſide, Muſt keepe aloofe from ſtrict arbitrement, And ſtop all ſight-holes, euery loope, from whence The eye of reaſon may prie in vpon vs: This abſence of your Father drawes a Curtaine, That ſhewes the ignorant a kinde of feare, Before not dreamt of. You ſtrayne too farre. I rather of his abſence make this vſe: It lends a Luſtre, and more great Opinion, A larger Dare to your great Enterprize, Then if the Earle were here: for men muſt thinke, If we without his helpe, can make a Head To puſh againſt the Kingdome; with his helpe, We ſhall o're-turne it topſie-turuy downe: Yet all goes well, yet all out ioynts are whole. As heart can thinke: There is not ſuch a word ſpoke of in Scotland, At this Dreame of Feare. My Couſin Vernon, welcome by my Soule. Pray God my newes be worth a welcome, Lord. The Earle of Weſtmerland, ſeuen thouſand ſtrong, Is marching hither-wards, with Prince Iohn. No harme: what more? And further, I haue learn'd, The King himſelfe in perſon hath ſet forth, Or hither-wards intended ſpeedily, With ſtrong and mightie preparation. He ſhall be welcome too. Where is his Sonne, The nimble-footed Mad-Cap, Prince of Wales, And his Cumrades, that daft the World aſide, And bid it paſſe? All furniſht, all in Armes, All plum'd like Eſtridges, that with the Winde Bayted like Eagles, hauing lately bath'd, Glittering in Golden Coates, like Images, As full of ſpirit as the Moneth of May, And gorgeous as the Sunne at Mid-ſummer, Wanton as youthfull Goates, wilde as young Bulls. I ſaw young Harry with his Beuer on, His Cuſhes on his thighes, gallantly arm'd, Riſe from the ground like feathered Mercury. And vaulted with ſuch eaſe into his Seat, As if an Angell dropt downe from the Clouds, To turne and winde a fierie Pegaſus, And witch the World with Noble Horſemanſhip. No more, no more, Worſe men the Sunne in March: This prayſe doth nouriſh Agues: let them come. They come like Sacrifices in their trimme, And to the fire-ey'd Maid of ſmoakie Warre, All hot, and bleeding, will wee offer them: The mayled Mars ſhall on his Altar ſit Vp to the eares i blood. I am on fire, To heare this rich reprizall is ſo nigh, And yet not ours. Come, let me take my Horſe, Who is to beare me like a Thunder-bolt, Againſt the boſome of the Prince of Wales. Harry to Harry, ſhall not Horſe to Horſe Meete, and ne're part, till one drop downe a Coarſe? Oh, that Glendower were come. There is more newes: I learned in Worceſter, as I rode along, He cannot draw his Power this foureteene dayes.