Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written 1597 [c.1596-1597] (Annals) history · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men T18 Rebels, barons and the king's wars at ho typicality 0.80 · 462 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T18: king, lord, wallace, earl, edward, england, scotland, rebels, bruce, english.
Hear me, my Liege: For mine own part, I could be well content To entertain the Lagge-end of my life With quiet hours: For I do protest, I have not sought the day of this dislike. You have not sought it: how comes it then? Rebellion lay in his way, and he found it. Peace, Chewet, peace. It pleased your Majesty, to turn your looks Of Favour, from myself, and all our House; And yet I must remember you my Lord, We were the first, and dearest of your Friends: For you, my staff of Office did I break In Richard's time, and posted day and night To meet you on the way, and kiss your hand, When yet you were in place, and in account Nothing so strong and fortunate, as I; It was myself, my Brother, and his Son, That brought you home, and boldly did outdare The danger of the time. You swore to us, And you did swear that Oath at Doncaster, That you did nothing of purpose 'gainst the State, Nor claim no further, than your newfallen right, The seat of Gaunt, Dukedom of Lancaster, To this, we swore our aid: But in short space, It rained down Fortune showering on your head, And such a flood of Greatness fell on you, What with our help, what with the absent King, What with the injuries of wanton time, The seeming sufferances that you had borne, And the contrarious Winds that held the King So long in the unlucky Irish Wars, That all in England did repute him dead: And from this swarm of fair advantages, You took occasion to be quickly wooed, To gripe the general sway into your hand, Forgot your Oath to us at Doncaster, And being fed by us, you used us so, As that ungentle gull the Cuckoo's Bird, Useth the Sparrow, did oppress our Nest, Grew by our Feeding, to so great a bulk, That even our Love durst not come near your sight For fear of swallowing: But with nimble wing We were enforced for safety sake, to fly Out of your sight, and raise this present Head, Whereby we stand opposed by such means As you yourself, have forged against yourself, By unkind usage, dangerous countenance, And violation of all faith and troth Sworn to us in younger enterprise. These things indeed you have articulated, Proclaimed at Market Crosses, read in Churches, To face the Garment of Rebellion With some fine colour, that may please the eye Of fickle Changelings, and poor Discontents, Which gape, and rub the Elbow at the news Of hurly burly Innovation: And never yet did Insurrection want Such water-colours, to impaint his cause: Nor moody Beggars, starving for a time Of pellmell havoc, and confusion.
Other edition — placed after the fit, excluded from the main statistics
Position
nodes 1784–1844 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 41 of 48 in this edition
Length
462 words · 615 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T18 — Rebels, barons and the king's wars at homecross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.801 (cosine to the topic centroid) · placed after the fit (approximate_predict), not counted in the topic statistics
Other seeds
seed 43: T22 · seed 44: T13 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
Heare me, my Liege: For mine owne part, I could be well content To entertaine the Lagge-end of my life With quiet houres: For I do proteſt, I haue not ſought the day of this diſlike. You haue not ſought it: how comes it then? Rebellion lay in his way, and he found it. Peace, Chewet, peace. It pleas'd your Maieſty, to turne your lookes Of Fauour, from my Selfe, and all our Houſe; And yet I muſt remember you my Lord, We were the firſt, and deareſt of your Friends: For you, my ſtaffe of Office did I breake In Richards time, and poaſted day and night To meete you on the way, and kiſſe your hand, When yet you were in place, and in account Nothing ſo ſtrong and fortunate, as I; It was my Selfe, my Brother, and his Sonne, That brought you home, and boldly did out-dare The danger of the time. You ſwore to vs, And you did ſweare that Oath at Doncaſter, That you did nothing of purpoſe 'gainſt the State, Nor claime no further, then your new-falne right, The ſeate of Gaunt, Dukedome of Lancaſter, To this, we ſware our aide: But in ſhort ſpace, It rain'd downe Fortune ſhowring on your head, And ſuch a floud of Greatneſſe fell on you, What with our helpe, what with the abſent King, What with the iniuries of wanton time, The ſeeming ſufferances that you had borne, And the contrarious Windes that held the King So long in the vnlucky Iriſh Warres, That all in England did repute him dead: And from this ſwarme of faire aduantages, You tooke occaſion to be quickly woo'd, To gripe the generall ſway into your hand, Forgot your Oath to vs at Doncaſter, And being fed by vs, you vs'd vs ſo, As that vngentle gull the Cuckowes Bird, Vſeth the Sparrow, did oppreſſe our Neſt, Grew by our Feeding, to ſo great a bulke, That euen our Loue durſt not come neere your ſight For feare of ſwallowing: But with nimble wing We were inforc'd for ſafety ſake, to flye Out of your ſight, and raiſe this preſent Head, Whereby we ſtand oppoſed by ſuch meanes As you your ſelfe, haue forg'd againſt your ſelfe, By vnkinde vſage, dangerous countenance, And violation of all faith and troth Sworne to vs in yonger enterprize. Theſe things indeede you haue articulated, Proclaim'd at Market Croſſes, read in Churches, To face the Garment of Rebellion With ſome fine colour, that may pleaſe the eye Of fickle Changelings, and poore Diſcontents, Which gape, and rub the Elbow at the newes Of hurly burly Innouation: And neuer yet did Inſurrection want Such water-colours, to impaint his cauſe: Nor moody Beggars, ſtaruing for a time Of pell-mell hauocke, and confuſion.