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 0.80 · 500 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T18: king, lord, wallace, earl, edward, england, scotland, rebels, bruce, english.
Pitying King Henry's poor distressed case, Armed with his title, and a subjects zeal, Takes up just arms against the house of Yorks: And do proclaim our ancient liberty: Liberty, liberty, liberty, general liberty. We do not rise like Tiler, Cade, and Straw, Blewbeard, & other of that rascal rout, Bascly like Linkers, or such mnddle anes, For mending measures, or the price of corn, Or for some common in the wild of Kent, That's by some greedy Cormorant enclosed: But in the true and ancient lawful right, Of the redoubted house of Lancaster. Our blood is noble, by our birth a Nevill, And by our lawful line Lord Falconbridge, whose's here that's of so dull a leaden temper, That is not fired with a Nevil's name? A Nevill, a Nevill, a Nevill. Our quarrel like ourself is honourable, The law our warrant. ay, ay, the law is on our side. ay, the law is in our own hands, Peace you rogues. And more, a blessing by the word proposed, To those that aid a true anointed King, Courage brave spirits and cry a Falconbridge, A Falconbridge, a Falconbridge. We will be masters of the mint ourselves, And set our own stamp on the golden coin: we'll shoe our neighing coursers with no worse Than the purest silver that is sold in Cheap. At Leaden hall we'll sell pearls by the peck, As now the mealemen use to sell their meal: In Westminster we'll keep a solemn court, And build it bigger to receive our men, Cry Falconbridge my heart's liberty, Falconbridge and liberty, &c. Peace ye slaves, or I will smoke ye else, Peace ye slaves, or I will chub your chaps, but indeed thou mayst well smoke them, because thy name is Smoke. Why sirrah, I hope Smoke the Smith of Chepsted, is as good a man as Chubb the Chandler of Sandwich. Peace ye rogues, what are you quarreling? and now list to Captain Spicing. You know Cheapside there are the mercer's shops, Where we will measure velvet by the pikes: And Silks and satins by the streets whole breadth: we'll take the Tankards from the Conduit cocks, To fill with hippocras and drink carouse. Where chains of gold and plate shall be as plenty, As wooden dishes in the wild of Kent: Oh bravely said Ned Spicing, the honestest Lad that ever pounded spice in a mortar, now speaks Captain Smoke. Look Lads for from this hill ye may discern, The lovely town which we are marching to, That same is London Lads ye look upon, Range all a-row my hearts and stand at gaze, As do the herds of Dear at some strange sight: Or as a troop of hungry travelers, That fire their eyes upon a furmentied feast, Look how the Tower doth 'tice us to come on, To take out Henry the sixth there prisoner, See how S. Katherine's smokes, wipe slaves your eyes And whet your stomachs for the good malt pies.
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Piting King Henries poore destressed case, Armde with his title, and a subiects zeale, Takes vp iust arms against the house of Yorks: And do proclaime our ancient libertie: Libertie, libertie, libertie, generall libertie. We do not rise like Tiler, Cade, and Straw, Blewbeard, & other of that rascall route, Bascly like Linkers, or such mnddle anes, For mending measures, or the price of corne, Or for some common in the wild of Kent, Thats by some gréedie Cormorant inclosde: But in the true and ancient lawfull right, Of the redoubted bouse of Lancaster. Our bloud is noble, by our birth a Neuill, And by our lawfull line Lord Falconbridge, Whose here thats of so dull a leaden temper, That is not fired with a Neuils name? A Neuill, a Neuill, a Neuill. Our quarrell like our selfe is honourable, The law our warrant. I, I, the law is on our side. I, the law is in our own hands, Peace you rogues. And more, a blessing by the word proposoe, To those that aide a true annointed King, Courage braue spirits and crie a Falconbridge, A Falconbridge, a Falconbridge. We will be masters of the mint our selues, And set our owne stampe on the golden coyne: Wéele shooe our neighing coursers with no worse Then the purest siuer that is sold in Cheape. At Leaden hall weele sell pearles by the pecke, As now the mealemen vse to sell their meale: In Westminster wéele kéep a solemne court, And build it bigger to receiue our men, Crie Falconbridge my hearts libertie, Falconbridge and libertie, &c. Peace ye slaues, or I will smoke ye else, Peace ye slaues, or I will chub your chappes, but indeede thou maist well smoke them, because thy name is Smoke. Why sirra, I hope Smoke the Smith of Chepsted, is as good a man as Chub the Chandler of Sandwich. Peace ye rogues, what are you quarrelling? and now list to Captaine Spicing. You know Cheapeside there are the Mercers shops, Where we will measure veluet by the pikes: And Silkes and Sattens by the streetes whole bredth: Weele take the Tankards from the Conduit cockes, To fill with Ipras and drinke carowse. Where chaines of gold and plate shall be as plentie, As wodden dishes in the wild of Kent: Oh brauely said Ned Spicing, the honestest Lad that euer punde spice in a mortar, now speakes Captaine Smoke. Looke Lads for from this hil ye may discerne, The louely towne which we are mahing to, That same is London Lads yelook vpon, Raunge all arow my hearts and stand at gaze, As doe the heards of Déere at some strange sight: Or as a troupe of hungrie trauels, That fire their eies vpon a furd feast, Looke how the Towre doth tice vs to come on, To take out Henry the sixt there prisoner, See how S. Katherines smokes, wipe slaues vour eies And whet your stomackes for the good mault pies.