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 0.84 · 506 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.
'Twere best he did. Then we are all undone. It is not possible, it cannot be, The King would keep his word in loving us, He will suspect us still, and find a time To punish this offence in others faults: Supposition, all our lives, shall be stuck full of eyes; For Treason is but trusted like the Fox, Who ne'er so tame, so cherished, and locked up, Will have a wild trick of his Ancestors: Look how he can, or sad or merrily, Interpretation will misquote our looks, And we shall feed like Oxen at a stall, The better cherished, still the nearer death. My Nephew's trespass may be well forgot, It hath the excuse of youth, and heat of blood, And an adopted name of Privilege, A hare-brained Hotspurre, governed by a Spleen: All his offences live upon my head, And on his Fathers. We did train him on, And his corruption being ta'en from us, We as the Spring of all, shall pay for all: Therefore good Cousin, let not Harry know In any case, the offer of the King. Deliver what you will, I'll say 'tis so. here comes your Cousin. My Uncle is returned, Deliver up my Lord of Westmoreland. Uncle, what new-? The King will bid you battle presently. Defy him by the Lord of Westmoreland. Lord Dowglas: Go you and tell him so. Marry and shall, and very willingly. There is no seeming mercy in the King. Did you beg any? God forbidden. I told him gently of our grievances, Of his Oath-breaking: which he mended thus, By now forswearing that he is forsworn, He calls us Rebels, Traitors, and will scourge With haughty arms, this hateful name in us. Arm Gentlemen, to Arms, for I have thrown A brave defiance in King Henry's teeth: And Westmoreland that was engaged did bear it, Which cannot choose but bring him quickly on. The Prince of Wales stepped forth before the king, And Nephew, challenged you to single fight. O, would the quarrel lay upon our heads, And that no man might draw short breath to day, But I and Harry Monmouth. Tell me, tell me, How showed his Talking? Seemed it in contempt? No, by my Soul: I never in my life Did hear a Challenge urged more modestly, Unless a Brother should a Brother dare To gentle exercise, and proof of Arms. He gave you all the Duties of a Man, Trimmed up your praises with a Princely tongue, Spoke your deservings like a Chronicle, Making you ever better than his praise, By still dispraising praise, valued with you: And which became him like a Prince indeed, He made a blushing citall of himself, And chid his Truant youth with such a Grace, As if he mastered there a double spirit Of teaching, and of learning instantly: There did he pause. But let me tell the World, If he outlive the envy of this day, England did never owe so sweet a hope, So much misconstrued in his Wantonness.
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Position
nodes 1892–1959 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 43 of 48 in this edition
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506 words · 677 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T42 — English historical figures: a mixed clustercontext only — excluded from the genre comparison · typicality 0.841 (cosine to the topic centroid) · placed after the fit (approximate_predict), not counted in the topic statistics
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Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
'Twere beſt he did. Then we are all vndone. It is not poſſible, it cannot be, The King would keepe his word in louing vs, He will ſuſpect vs ſtill, and finde a time To puniſh this offence in others faults: Suppoſition, all our liues, ſhall be ſtucke full of eyes; For Treaſon is but truſted like the Foxe, Who ne're ſo tame, ſo cheriſht, and lock'd vp, Will haue a wilde tricke of his Anceſtors: Looke how he can, or ſad or merrily, Interpretation will miſquote our lookes, And we ſhall feede like Oxen at a ſtall, The better cheriſht, ſtill the nearer death. My Nephewes treſpaſſe may be well forgot, It hath the excuſe of youth, and heate of blood, And an adopted name of Priuiledge, A haire-brain'd Hotſpurre, gouern'd by a Spleene: All his offences liue vpon my head, And on his Fathers. We did traine him on, And his corruption being tane from vs, We as the Spring of all, ſhall pay for all: Therefore good Couſin, let not Harry know In any caſe, the offer of the King. Deliuer what you will, Ile ſay 'tis ſo. Heere comes your Coſin. My Vnkle is return'd, Deliuer vp my Lord of Weſtmerland. Vnkle, what newe-? The King will bid you battell preſently. Defie him by the Lord of Weſtmerland. Lord Dowglas: Go you and tell him ſo. Marry and ſhall, and verie willingly. There is no ſeeming mercy in the King. Did you begge any? God forbid. I told him gently of our greeuances, Of his Oath-breaking: which he mended thus, By now forſwearing that he is forſworne, He cals vs Rebels, Traitors, and will ſcourge With haughty armes, this hatefull name in vs. Arme Gentlemen, to Armes, for I haue thrown A braue defiance in King Henries teeth: And Weſtmerland that was ingag'd did beare it, Which cannot chooſe but bring him quickly on. The Prince of Wales ſtept forth before the king, And Nephew, challeng'd you to ſingle fight. O, would the quarrell lay vpon our heads, And that no man might draw ſhort breath to day, But I and Harry Monmouth. Tell me, tell mee, How ſhew'd his Talking? Seem'd it in contempt? No, by my Soule: I neuer in my life Did heare a Challenge vrg'd more modeſtly, Vnleſſe a Brother ſhould a Brother dare To gentle exerciſe, and proofe of Armes. He gaue you all the Duties of a Man, Trimm'd vp your praiſes with a Princely tongue, Spoke your deſeruings like a Chronicle, Making you euer better then his praiſe, By ſtill diſpraiſing praiſe, valew'd with you: And which became him like a Prince indeed, He made a bluſhing citall of himſelfe, And chid his Trewant youth with ſuch a Grace, As if he maſtred there a double ſpirit Of teaching, and of learning inſtantly: There did he pauſe. But let me tell the World, If he out-liue the enuie of this day, England did neuer owe ſo ſweet a hope, So much miſconſtrued in his Wantonneſſe.