Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written 1597 [c.1596-1597] (Annals) history · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men unassigned nearest T42 English historical figures: a mixed clus · 538 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T42: harry, percy, lord, king, god, falstalffe, frances, mowbray, life, mortimer.
What Hal? How now mad Wag, what a Devil dost thou in Warwickshire? My good Lord of Westmoreland, I cry you mercy, I thought your Honour had already been at Shrewsbury. I'faith, Sir Iohn, 'tis more than time that I were there, and you too: but my Powers are there already. The King, I can tell you, looks for us all: we must away all to Night. Tut, never fear me, I am as vigilant as a Cat, to steal Cream. I think to steal Cream indeed, for thy theft hath already made thee Butter: but tell me, Iack, whose fellows are these that come after? Mine, Hal, mine. I did never see such pitiful Rascals. Tut, tut, good enough to toss: food for Powder, food for Powder: they'll fill a Pit, as well as better: tush man, mortal men, mortal men. I, but Sir Iohn, me thinks they are exceeding poor and bare, too beggarly. Faith, for their poverty, I know not where they had that; and for their bareness, I am sure they never learned that of me. No, I'll be sworn, unless you call three fingers on the Ribs bare. But sirrah, make haste, Percy is already in the field. What, is the King encamped? He is, Sir Iohn, I fear we shall stay too long. Well, to the latter end of a Fray, and the beginning of a Feast, fits a dull fighter, and a keen Guest. we'll fight with him to Night. It may not be. You give him then advantage. Not a whit. Why say you so? looks he not for supply? So do we. His is certain, ours is doubtful. Good Cousin be advised, stir not to night. Do not, my Lord. You do not counsel well: You speak it out of fear, and cold heart. Do me no slander, Dowglas: by my Life, And I dare well maintain it with my Life, If well-respected Honour bid me on, I hold as little counsel with weak fear, As you, my Lord, or any Scot that this day lives. Let it be seen to morrow in the Battle, Which of us fears. Yea, or to night. Content. To night, say I. Come, come, it may not be. I wonder much, being men of such great leading as you are That you foresee not what impediments Drag back our expedition: certain Horse Of my Cousin Vernons are not yet come up, Your Uncle Worcester's Horse came but to day, And now their pride and metal is asleep, Their courage with hard labour tame and dull, That not a Horse is half the half of himself. So are the Horses of the Enemy In general journey bated, and brought low: The better part of ours are full of rest. The number of the King exceedeth ours: For God's sake, Cousin, stay till all come in. I come with gracious offers from the King, If you vouchsafe me hearing, and respect. Welcome, Sir Walter Blunt: And would to God you were of our determination. Some of us love you well: and even those some Envy your great deservings, and good name, Because you are not of our quality, But stand against us like an Enemy.
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What Hal? How now mad Wag, what a Deuill do'ſt thou in Warwickſhire? My good Lord of Weſtmerland, I cry you mercy, I thought your Honour had already beene at Shrewsbury. 'Faith, Sir Iohn, 'tis more then time that I were there, and you too: but my Powers are there alreadie. The King, I can tell you, lookes for vs all: we muſt away all to Night. Tut, neuer feare me, I am as vigilant as a Cat, to ſteale Creame. I thinke to ſteale Creame indeed, for thy theft hath alreadie made thee Butter: but tell me, Iack, whoſe fellowes are theſe that come after? Mine, Hal, mine. I did neuer ſee ſuch pittifull Raſcals. Tut, tut, good enough to toſſe: foode for Powder, foode for Powder: they'le fill a Pit, as well as better: tuſh man, mortall men, mortall men. I, but Sir Iohn, me thinkes they are exceeding poore and bare, too beggarly. Faith, for their pouertie, I know not where they had that; and for their bareneſſe, I am ſure they neuer learn'd that of me. No, Ile be ſworne, vnleſſe you call three fingers on the Ribbes bare. But ſirra, make haſte, Percy is already in the field. What, is the King encamp'd? Hee is, Sir Iohn, I feare wee ſhall ſtay too long. Well, to the latter end of a Fray, and the beginning of a Feaſt, fits a dull fighter, and a keene Gueſt. Wee'le fight with him to Night. It may not be. You giue him then aduantage. Not a whit. Why ſay you ſo? lookes he not for ſupply? So doe wee. His is certaine, ours is doubtfull. Good Couſin be aduis'd, ſtirre not to night. Doe not, my Lord. You doe not counſaile well: You ſpeake it out of feare, and cold heart. Doe me no ſlander, Dowglas: by my Life, And I dare well maintaine it with my Life, If well-reſpected Honor bid me on, I hold as little counſaile with weake feare, As you, my Lord, or any Scot that this day liues. Let it be ſeene to morrow in the Battell, Which of vs feares. Yea, or to night. Content. To night, ſay I. Come, come, it may not be. I wonder much, being mē of ſuch great leading as you are That you fore-ſee not what impediments Drag backe our expedition: certaine Horſe Of my Couſin Vernons are not yet come vp, Your Vnckle Worceſters Horſe came but to day, And now their pride and mettall is aſleepe, Their courage with hard labour tame and dull, That not a Horſe is halfe the halfe of himſelfe. So are the Horſes of the Enemie In generall iourney bated, and brought low: The better part of ours are full of reſt. The number of the King exceedeth ours: For Gods ſake, Couſin, ſtay till all come in. I come with gracious offers from the King, If you vouchſafe me hearing, and reſpect. Welcome, Sir Walter Blunt: And would to God you were of our determination. Some of vs loue you well: and euen thoſe ſome Enuie your great deſeruings, and good name, Becauſe you are not of our qualitie, But ſtand againſt vs like an Enemie.