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 0.81 · 517 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.
Didst thou? Lord, Lord, how the world is given to Lying? I grant you I was down, and out of Breath, and so was he, but we rose both at an instant, and fought a long hour by Shrewsburie clock. If I may be believed, so: if not, let them that should reward Valour, bear the sin upon their own heads. I'll take't on my death I gave him this wound in the Thigh: if the man were alive, and would deny it, I would make him eat a piece of my sword. This is the strangest Tale that e'er I heard. This is the strangest Fellow, Brother Iohn. Come bring your luggage Nobly on your back: For my part, if a lie may do thee grace, I'll giled it with the happiest terms I have. The Trumpet's sound Retreat, the day is ours: Come Brother, let's to the highest of the field, To see what Friends are living, who are dead. I'll follow as they say, for Reward. He that rewards me, heaven reward him. If I do grow great again, I'll grow less? For I'll purge, and leave Sack, and live cleanly, as a Nobleman should do. Thus ever did Rebellion find Rebuke. Ill-spirited Worcester, did we not send Grace, Pardon, and terms of Love to all of you? And wouldst thou turn our offers contrary? Misuse the tenor of thy Kinsman's trust? Three Knights upon our party slain to day, A Noble Earl, and many a creature else, Had been alive this hour, If like a Christian thou hadst truly borne Betwixt out Armies, true Intelligence. What I have done, my safety urged me to, And I embrace this fortune patiently, Since not to be avoided, it falls on me. Bear Worcester to death, and Vernon too: Other Offenders we will pause upon. How goes the Field? The Noble Scot Lord Dowglas, when he saw The fortune of the day quite turned from him, The Noble Percy slain, and all his men, Upon the foot of fear, fled with the rest; And falling from a hill, he was so bruised That the pursuers took him. At my Tent The Dowglas is, and I beseech your Grace. I may dispose of him. With all my heart. Then Brother Iohn of Lancaster, To you this honourable bounty shall belong: Go to the Dowglas, and deliver him up to his pleasure, ransomless and free: His Valour shown upon our Crests to day, Hath taught us how to cherish such high deeds, Even in the bosom of our Adversaries. Then this remains: that we divide our Power. You Son Iohn, and my Cousin Westmoreland Towards York shall bend you, with your dearest speed To meet Northumberland, and the Prelate Scroop, Who (as we hear) are busily in Arms. Myself, and you Son Harry will towards Wales, To fight with Glendower, and the Earl of March. Rebellion in this Land shall lose his way, Meeting the Check of such another day: And since this Business so fair is done, Let us not leave till all our own be won.
Other edition — placed after the fit, excluded from the main statistics
Position
nodes 2152–2204 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 48 of 48 in this edition
Length
517 words · 688 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T18 — Rebels, barons and the king's wars at homecross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.808 (cosine to the topic centroid) · placed after the fit (approximate_predict), not counted in the topic statistics
Other seeds
seed 43: unassigned · seed 44: T13 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
Did'ſt thou? Lord, Lord, how the world is giuen to Lying? I graunt you I was downe, and out of Breath, and ſo was he, but we roſe both at an inſtant, and fought a long houre by Shrewsburie clocke. If I may bee beleeued, ſo: if not, let them that ſhould reward Valour, beare the ſinne vpon their owne heads. Ile take't on my death I gaue him this wound in the Thigh: if the man vvere aliue, and would deny it, I would make him eate a peece of my ſword. This is the ſtrangeſt Tale that e're I heard. This is the ſtrangeſt Fellow, Brother Iohn. Come bring your luggage Nobly on your backe: For my part, if a lye may do thee grace, Ile gil'd it with the happieſt tearmes I haue. The Trumpets ſound Retreat, the day is ours: Come Brother, let's to the higheſt of the field, To ſee what Friends are liuing, who are dead. Ile follow as they ſay, for Reward. Hee that rewards me, heauen reward him. If I do grow great again, Ile grow leſſe? For Ile purge, and leaue Sacke, and liue cleanly, as a Nobleman ſhould do. Thus euer did Rebellion finde Rebuke. Ill-ſpirited Worceſter, did we not ſend Grace, Pardon, and tearmes of Loue to all of you? And would'ſt thou turne our offers contrary? Miſuſe the tenor of thy Kinſmans truſt? Three Knights vpon our party ſlaine to day, A Noble Earle, and many a creature elſe, Had beene aliue this houre, If like a Chriſtian thou had'ſt truly borne Betwixt out Armies, true Intelligence. What I haue done, my ſafety vrg'd me to, And I embrace this fortune patiently, Since not to be auoyded, it fals on mee. Beare Worceſter to death, and Ʋernon too: Other Offenders we will pauſe vpon. How goes the Field? The Noble Scot Lord Dowglas, when hee ſaw The fortune of the day quite turn'd from him, The Noble Percy ſlaine, and all his men, Vpon the foot of feare, fled with the reſt; And falling from a hill, he was ſo bruiz'd That the purſuers tooke him. At my Tent The Dowglas is, and I beſeech your Grace. I may diſpoſe of him. With all my heart. Then Brother Iohn of Lancaſter, To you this honourable bounty ſhall belong: Go to the Dowglas, and deliuer him Vp to his pleaſure, ranſomleſſe and free: His Valour ſhewne vpon our Creſts to day, Hath taught vs how to cheriſh ſuch high deeds, Euen in the boſome of our Aduerſaries. Then this remaines: that we diuide our Power. You Sonne Iohn, and my Couſin Weſtmerland Towards Yorke ſhall bend you, with your deereſt ſpeed To meet Northumberland, and the Prelate Scroope, Who (as we heare) are buſily in Armes. My Selfe, and you Sonne Harry will towards Wales, To fight with Glendower, and the Earle of March. Rebellion in this Land ſhall loſe his way, Meeting the Checke of ſuch another day: And ſince this Buſineſſe ſo faire is done, Let vs not leaue till all our owne be wonne.