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 0.77 · 519 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T18: king, lord, wallace, earl, edward, england, scotland, rebels, bruce, english.
Ho my fine Tom, my brave Falconbridge, my mad Greek, my lusty Nevill: thou art a king, a Cesar, a plague on thee, I love thee not, and yet i'll die with thee. See how rebellion can exalt itself, ing the feathers of sicke discipline. They think they can outlook our truer looks, Mark but the scornful eye of Falconbridge. I rather think 'tis fear upon his cheek, Deciphers pale disturbance in his heart. Our coming forth hath, well, I say no more, But shall we take occasion, and so forth, Rebellion should have no respite, oh my Lord, The time hath been, but all is one for that. How like a troop of rank o'erridden jades, You husse bearded Citizens appear? Nay, rather so many men in the Moon, And every one a frozen bush in his mouth. The so and wards? now faire befall them, Would any one have thought before this hour, There had been such increase of muddy slaves? Peace soldiers, they are resolute you see, And not to flatter us, nor favour them, Such haughty sto●hs seldom have been seen, Embodied in the breasts of Citizens, How sternly in their own peculiar strength, Without the assistance of their lingering king, Did they of late repulse us from their walls? And now again how expeditiously, And unexpected they have met us here? Were we more deadly incensed than we are, I would not but commend their chivalry. Captain, shall we go challenge them to fight? 'sblood we burn daylight, they'll think anon, We are afraid to see their glittering swords. Tell them they come in steed of pudding pies, And Stratford cakes to makes a banquet here. Soft give me leave, I will devise with words, To weaken and abash their fortitude, The bastard offers to come forth my Lord. I am the man intend to answer him. Crosbie. Traitor. Traitor? zounds down with him. Be patient, give me leave I say to speak, I doubt not but the traitor's name shall rest With those that keeps their lawful K. in bonds: Mean time ye men of London once again, Behold my warlike colours are displayed, Which I have vowed shall never be wrapped up, Until your lofty buildings kiss our feet, Unless you grant me passage through your streets. Passage, sayst thou? that must be o'er our breasts, If any passage thou art like to have. Why then upon your bodies will I tread, And wade through standing pools of your lost blood. We know thy threats, and reckon them as wind, Not of sufficient power to shake a reed. But we shook your gates not long ago, And made your walls to shake like Irish bogs. ay, and so terrified ye, that not one of ye darest come to fetch a pint of sack at the mouth at Bishopsgate, no not for your lines. ay but you know what followed, and so forth. Etcetera? are you there? methinks the sight of the dun Bull, the Nevils honoured crest, should make you leave your broken sentences, and quite forget ever to speak at all.
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Ho my sine Tom, my braue Falconbridge, my mad Greeke, my lustie Neuill: thou art a king, a Cesar, a plague thee, I loue thee not, and yet ile die with thee. See how rebellion can exalt it selfe, ing the feathers of sicke discipline. They thinke they can outlooke our trr lookes, Marke but the scornefull eie of Falconbridge. I rather thinke tis feare vpon his cheeke, Decyphers pale disturbance in his heart. Our comming forth hath, well, I say no more, But shall we take occasion, and so forth, Rebellion should haue no respite, oh my Lord, The time hath ene, but all is one for that. How like a troupe of ranke oreridden iades, You huse bearded Citizens appeare? Nay, rather so many men in the Moone, And euerie one a forzen bush in his mouth. The so and wards? now faire befall them, Would anie one haue thought before this houre, There had béene such increase of muddie slaues? Peace soldsours, they are resolute you sée, And not to sta vs, nor fauour them, Such haughtie stohs seldome haue béene séene, Imbodied in the breasts of Cittizens, How sternly in their owne peculiar strength, Without the assistance of their lingring king, Did they of late repulse vs from their walles? And now againe how expeditiously, And vnexpected they haue met vs here? Were we more deadly incensed then we are, I would not but commend their chiualrie. Captaine, shall we go challenge them to fight? Sbloud we burne daylight, theile thinke anon, We are afraid to sée their glittering swords. Tell them they come in stéed of pudding pies, And Stratford cakes to makes a banquet here. Soft giue me leaue, I will deuise with words, To weaken and abash their fortitude, The bastard offers to come forth my Lord. I am the man intend to answere him. Crosbie. Traytor. Traitour? zounds downe with him. Be patient, giue me leaue I say to speake, I doubt not but the traitors name shall rest With those that keeps their lawfull K. in bonds: Meane time ye men of London once againe, Behold my warlike colours are displaide, Which I haue vowd shal neuer be wrapt vp, Untill your loftie buildings kisse our féet, Unles you grant me passagethrough your stréets. Passage, saist thou? that must be ore our breasts, If any passage thou art like to haue. Why then vpon your bodies will I tread, And wade through standing pooles of your lost bloud. We know thy threats, and reckon them as wind, Not of suffecient powre to shake a reede. But we shooke your gates not long agoe, And made your walles to shake like yrish bogges. I, and so terrified ye, that not one of ye rst come to fetch a pinte of sacke at the mouth at Bishopsgate, no not for your lines. I but you know what followed, and so forth. Etretera? are you there? mee thinks the sight of the dun Bull, the Neuels honored crest, should make you leaue your broken sentences, and quite forget euer to speake at all.