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 0.72 · 491 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T18: king, lord, wallace, earl, edward, england, scotland, rebels, bruce, english.
I tell thee Mawr, and know he tells thee so, That cometh armed in a king's defence, That I crave entrance in Kings Henry's name, In right of the true line of Lancaster, methinks that word spoke from a Nevil's mouth Should like an earthquake rend your chained gates, And tear in pieces your portcullises, I thunder it again into you ears, You stout and brave courageous Londoners, In Henry's name I crave my entrance in. Should Henry's name command thee entrance here We should deny allegiance unto Edward, Whose true and fthfull subiects we are uorne, And in whose presence is our sword up borne. I tell thee traitor than thou bear'st thy sword Against thy true undoubted King. Nay then I tell thee bastard Falconbridge, My Lord Major bears his sword in his defence, That put the sword into the arms of London, Made the Lord Maiors for ever after Knights, Richard, deposed... Henrie Bolingbroke, From whom the house of York doth claim their right. What's he that answers us thus saucily Sirrah your name, that we may know ye hereafter, My name is Shore, a Goldsmith by my trade, What not that Shore that hath the dainty wife, Shoares wife, the flower of London for her beauty. Yes rebel even the very same. Run rascal and fetch thy wife to our General presently, or else all the Gold in Cheapside cannot ransom her: wilt thou not stir when I bid thee. Shore listen me, thy wise is mine that's flat, This night in thine own house she sleeps with me, Now Crosbie Lord Maior shall we enter in? Crosbie the Lord Maior tells thee proud rebel no. No Crosbie shall I not: then doting Lord, I cram the name of rebel down thy throat, There's not the poorest rascal of my camp, But if he chance to meet thee in Cheapside Upon thy foot-cloth, he shall make thee light, And hold his stirrup while he mount thy horse, Than lackey him which way he please to go, Crosbie I'll make the Citizens be glad, To send thee and the Aldermen thy brethren, All manacled, and chained like Galley slaves, To ransom them, and to redeem the City. Nay then proud rebel, pause & hear me speak, There's not the poorest and meanest Citizen, That is a faithful subject to the King. But in despite of thy rebellious rout, Shall walke to Bowe, a small wand in his d Although thou lie encamped at Mile-end Green, And not the proudest rebel of you all, Shall dare to touch him for his damned soul. Come, we will pull up our portcullises, And let me see thee enter if thou dare. Spoken like a man, and true Velvet jacket, And we will enter or strike by the way. Where's master Recorder, and master Iosseline? Here my Lord Maior, we now have mand the walls, and fortified such places as were needful,
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I tell thee Mawr, and know he tels thée so, That commeth armed in a Kings defence, That I craue entrance in Kings Hees name, In right of the true line of Lancaster, Me thinks that word spoke from a Nels mouth Should like an earthquake rend your chained gates, And teare in péeces your portullcises, I thunder it againe into you eares, You stout and braue couragious Londonrs, In Henries name I craue my entrance in. Should Henries name commaund thee entrance here We should denie allrageance unt Edward, Whose true and fthfull subiects we are uorne, And in whose presence is our sw vp bone. I tell thee traitor then thu bearst thy Against thy true vndoubted King. Nay then I tell thee bastard Falconbridge, My Lord Maor beares his sword in his defence, That put the sword into the armes of London, Made the Lord Malors for euer after Knights, Richard, dosde . . . Henrie Bollingbrooke, From whom the house of Yorke doth claime their right. Whats he that answeres vs thus saucil Sirra your name, that we may know ye hereafter, My name is Shoare, a Goldsmith by my trade, What not that Shoare that hath the dae wife, Shoares wife, the flowre of London for her beautie. Yes rebell euen the verie same. Runne rascall and fetch thy wife to our Generall presently, or else all the Gold in Cheapside cannot ransome her: wilt thou not stirre when I bid thee. Shoare listen me, thy wise is mine thats flat, This night in thine owne house shée sleepes with mee, Now Crosebie Lord Maior shall we enter in? Crosebie the Lord Maior tels thée proud rebell no. No Croseby shall I not: then doating Lord, I crae the name of rebell down thy throat, Theres not the poorest rascall of my campe, But if he chance to meete thee in Cheapside Upon thy footcloath, he shall make thee light, And hold his stirrop while he mount thy horse, Then lackie him which way he please to goe, Crosebie le make the Citizens be glad, To send thee and the Aldermen thy brethren, All mnicled, and chainde like Gally slanes, To ransome them, and to redéeme the Citie. Nay then proud bel, pause & heare me speak, Theres not the poorest and meanest Citizen, That is a faithfull subiect to the King. But in despight of thy rebellious route, Shall walke to Bowe, a small wand in his d Although thou lie encamped at Mleend Greene, And not the proudest rebell of you all, Shall dare to touch him for his damned soule. Come, we will pull vp our portses, And let me see thee enter if thou dare. Spoken like a man, and true Veluet acket, And we will enter or strike by the way. Wheres master Recorder, and master Iosseline? Here my Lord Maior, wee now haue mande the walles, and fortified such places as were needll,