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 · 500 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T18: king, lord, wallace, earl, edward, england, scotland, rebels, bruce, english.
ay, my good friend, so certify his grace, The Rebels are dispersed all and fled, And now his Highness meets with victory. Marshal your sclues, and keep in good array: To add more glory to this victory: The King in person cometh to this place, How great an honour have you gained today? And how much is this City famed for ever, That twice without the help, either of King, Or any, but of God, and our own selves, We have prevailed against our countries foes? Thanks to his majesty assisted us, Who always helps true subjects in their need. Where is my Lord Maior? Here dread Sovereign. I hold no Lordship nor no dignity, In presence of my gracious Lord the King, But all I humble at your highness feet, With the most happy conquest of proud rebels, Dispersed and fled, that now remains no doubt, Of ever making head to vex us more. You have not ta'en the bastard Falconbridge: Or is he slain? Neither my gracious Lord. Although we laboured to our uttermost, Yet all our care came over short, For apprehending him or Spicing either But some are taken, others on proffered grace Yielded themselves, and at your mercy stand. Thanks good L. Maior, you may condemn us Of too much slackness in such urgent need: But we assure you on our royal word, So soon as we had gathered us a power, We dallied not, but mane all haste we could, What order have ye ta'en for Falconbridge, And his confederates in this rebellion? Under your leave my Liege, we have proclaimed Who bringeth Falconbridge alive or dead, Shall be requited with a thousand marks, As much for Spicing, others of less worth At easier rates are set. Well have ye done, And we will see it paid from our exchequer. Now leave we this and come to you, That have so well deserved in these affairs, Affairs, I mean of so main consequence. Kneel down and all of you receive in field, The honour you have merited in field. Arise Sir Iohn Crosbie, L. Maior of London & Knight. Arise up Sir Ralph Iosseline knight. Arise Sir Thomas Urswick our Recorder of London, and Knight. Now tell me which is M. Shore. This same my Lord, And hand to hand he fought with Falconbridge. Shore kneel thou down. What call ye else his name? His name is Mathew Shore my Lord. Shore, why kneelest thou not, and at thy sovereign's hand receive thy right? Pardon me gracious Lord, I do not stand contemptuous or despising Such royal favour of my Sovereign, But to acknowledge mine unworthiness: Far be it from the thought of Mathew Shore, That he should be advanced with Aldermen, With our L. Maior, & our right grave Recorder. If any thing hath been performed by me, That may deserve your Highness mean'st respect, I have enough, and I desire no more. Then let me crave that I may have no more.
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I, my good friend, so certifie his grace, The Rebels are dispersed all and fled, And now his Highnes méetes with victorie. Marshall your sclues, and kéepe in good aray: To adde more glorie to this victorie: The King in person commeth to this place, How great an honour haue you gainde to day? And how much is this Citie famde for euer, That twise without the helpe, eyther of King, Or any, but of God, and our owne selues, We haue preuailde against our countries foes? Thankes to his maiestie assisted vs, Who alwaies helps true subiects in their néed. Where is my Lord Maior? Here dread Soueraigne. I hold no Lordship nor no dignitie, In presence of my gracious Lord the King, But all I humble at your highnes féete, With the most happie conquest of proud rebels, Dispearst and fled, that now remaines no doubt, Of euer making head to vexe vs more. You haue not ane the bastard Falconbridge: Or is he slaine? Neither my gracious Lord. Although we labourd to our vttermost, Yet all our care came ouer short, For apprehending him or Spicing eyther But some are taken, others on proffered grace Yéelded themselues, and at your mercie stand. Thanks good L. Maior, you may condemne vs Of too much slacknes in such vrgent néed: But we assure you on our royall word, So soone as we had gathered vs a power, We dallied not, but mane all hast we could, What order haue ye tane for Falconbridge, And his confederates in this rebellion? Vnder your leaue my Liedge, we haue proclaimd Who bringeth Falconbridge aliue or dead, Shall be requited with a thousand markes, As much for Spicing, others of lesse worth At easier rates are set. Well haue ye done, And wee will see it paid from our Erchequer. Now leaue we this and come to you, That haue so well veserude in these affaires, Affaires, I meane of so maine consequence. Kneele downe and all of you receiue in field, The honor you haue merited in field. Arise Sir Iohn Crosbie, L. Maior of London & Knight. Arise vp Sir Ralph Iosseline knight. Arise Sir Thomas Vrswicke our Recorder of London, and Knight. Now tell me which is M. Shoare. This same my Lord, And hand to hand he fought with Falconbridge. Shoare knéele thou downe. What call yée else his name? His name is Mathew Shoare my Lord. Shoare, why kneelest thou not, and at thy Souetaignes hand receiue thy right? Pardon me gracious Lord, I do not stand contemptuous or desising Such royall fauour of my Soueraigne, But to acknowledge mine vnworthines: Farre be it from the thought of Mathew Shoare, That he should be aduanc'de with Aldermen, With our L. Maior, & our right grane Recorder. If any thing hath béene performde by me, That may deserue your Highnes mean'st respect, I haue inough, and I desire no more. Then let me craue that I may haue no more.