Heywood, Thomas · published 1600 · first performed or written 1599 [1592-1599] (Annals) history · Derby's (Strange's) Men T18 Rebels, barons and the king's wars at ho typicality 0.73 · 481 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T18: king, lord, wallace, earl, edward, england, scotland, rebels, bruce, english.
Madam, she is the mirror of her kind, Had she but so much spleen as hath a gnat, Her spirits would startle to abide your taunts, She is a Saint, and Madam you blaspheme, o wrong so sweete a Ladie. Thou art a minion and a flatterer. Madam but that you are my sovereign's mother, I would let you know you wrong a Gentleman, Good cousin Sellinger have patience, Her grace's rage by too much violence, Hath spent it selfe alreadie into re: Dear Madam I beseeth you on my knee, Tender that loving kindness to the Queen, That I dare swear she doth in soul to you. Well said good coz, I pray thee make them friends, why how now Bess, what weep? nay then i'll chide you: what sudden news comes by this messenger? My sovereign Lord, the bastard Falconbridge, Of late hath stirred rebellion in the South, Encouraging his forces to deliver, King Henrie late deposed out of the Tower, To him the malcontented commons flock, From every part of Sussex, Kent, and Esier, His army waxed twenty thousand strong. And as it is supposed by circumstance, Mean to take London, if not well defended. Well let this Phaeton that is mounted thus, Look he sit surely, or by England's George, I'll break his neck, this is no new evasion, I surely thought that one day I should see, That bastard Falcon take his wings to mount, Into our Eagle airy, methought I saw, Black discontent sit ever on his brow, And now I see I calculated well, Good cousin Howard, and Tom Sellinger, This night we'll spend in feast and jollity, With our new Queen, and our beloved mother, Tomorrow you shall have commission, To raise up power against this haughty rebel: Sirrah depart not till you know our pleasure, You shall convey us letters back to London, Unto the Maior, Recorder, and our friends, Is supper ready? come by my bonny Bess, Welcome mother, we are all your guests. Hold drum, Hold drum and be hanged, Hold drum hold, peace then ho, silence to the 3 proclamation. You lie you rogue, 'tis to the Oration, Nay then you all lie, it is to the coblication, True hearted English and our valiant friends, Do brave general i'faith. Peace there you rogues, or I will split your chaps: De are countrymen, I publicly proclaim, If any wronged discontented English, Touched with true feeling of King Hens wrongs, Henrie the firt the lawful King of England, Who by that tyrant Edward the usurper, Is held a wretched prisoner in the Lower, If any man that fain would be enfranchised, From the sad yoke of Yorkish servitude, Under which we toil like naked galley-slaves, Know he that Thomas Nevill the Lord Falconbridge: I &, a Falconbridge a falconbridge: Peace ye clamorous rogues, on General on with poor Oration, peace there,
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Madam, she is the mirror of her kind, Hd she but so much spleene as hath a gnatte,, Her spirits would startle to abide your taunts, She is a Sain, and Madam you blaspheme, o wrong so sweete a Ladie. Thou art a nion and a slatterer. Madam but that you are my soueraignes mother, I would let you know you wrong a Gentleman, Good Cosin Sellinger haue patience, Her Graces rage by too much violence, Hath spent it selfe alreadie into re: Déere Madam I beseeth you on my knee, Tender that louing kindnesse to the Quéene, That I dare sweare she doth in soule to you. Well said good Cose, I pray thee make them friends, why how now Besse, what weepe? nay then ile chide yu: what sodaine newes comes by this messenger? My soueraigne Lord, the bastard Falconbridge, Of late hath stird rebellion in the South, Incouraging his forces to deliuer, King Henrie late deposde out of the Towre, To him the malcontented commons flocke, From euerie part of Sussex, Kent, and Esier, His armic waxed twentie thousand strong. And as it is supposde by circumstance, Meane to take London, if not well defended. Well let this Phaeton that is mountel thus, Looke he sit surely, or by Englands George, Ile breake his necke, this is no new euasion, I surely thought that one day I should see, That bastard Falcon take his wings to mount, Into our Eagle airie, me thought I saw, Blacke iscontent sit euer on his brow, And now I see I calculated well, Good Cosin Howard, and Tom Sellinger, This night wéele spend in fest and llitie, With our new Quéene, ad our beloued mother, To morrow you shall hau commission, To raise vp power against this haughtie rebell: Sirra depart not till you know our pleasre, You shall conuey vs letters backe to London, Unto the Maior, Recorder, and our friends, Is supper readie? come by my bonnie Besse, Welcome mother, we are all your guests. Hold drumme, Hold drumme and be hangde, Hold drumme hold, peace then ho, silence to the 3 proclamation. You lie you rogue, tis to the Oration, Nay then you all lie, it is to the coblication, True hearted English and our valiant friends, Do braue generall isaith. Peace there you rogues, or I will split your chaps: De are countrimen, I publikely proclaime, If any wronged discontented English, Toucht with true faeling of King Hennes wrongs, Henrie the rt the lawfull King of England, Who by that tyrant Edward the vsurper, Is held a wretched prisoner in the Lowre, If any man that faine would be enfranchisde, From the sad yoake of orkrsh seruitude, Under which w toile like naked Gallislaues, Know he that Thomas Neuill the Lord Falconbridridge: I &, a Falconbridge a falconbridge: Pace ye clamorous rogues, on General on with poor Oration, peace there,