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 0.78 · 502 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T18: king, lord, wallace, earl, edward, england, scotland, rebels, bruce, english.
Hear me sir Harrie, since we must dispute. Dispute uncivil wretch, what needs dispute, Did not the vice-admiral here, and I Encountering with the Navy of the French, Attach thee in a ship of Normandie, And wilt thou stand upon thine innocence? Dispatch, thou art as rightfully condemned As ever rebel was. And thou shalt die. I make no question of it, I must die, But let me tell you how I scorn your threats, So little do I reckon of the name Of ugly death, as were he visible, I'd wrestle with him for the victory, And tug the slave, and tear him with my teeth, But I would make him stoop to Falconbridge, And for this life, this paltry brittle life, This blast of wind which you have laboured foe, By juries, sessions, and I know not what, To rob me off, is of so vile repute: That to attain that I might live mine age, I would not give the value of a point, You cannot be so cruel to afflict, But I will be as forward to endure. Go to, leave of these role braves of thine: And think upon thy soul's health Falconbridge. Submit and ask forgiveness of thy King. What King? Why Edward of the house of York. He is no King of mine, he does usurp, And if the destinies had given me leave, I would have told him so before this time, And pulled the Diadem from off his head. Thou art a traitor, stop thy traitor's mouth. I am no traitor, Lancaster is King, If that be treason to defend his right, What is't for them that do imprison him? If insurrection to advance his sceptre, What fault is theirs that step into his throne? Oh God, thou pouredst the balm upon his head, Can that pure unction be wiped off again? Thou once didst crown him in his infancy, Shall wicked men now in his age depose him? Oh pardon me, if I expostulate, More than becomes a sinful man to do, England I fear thou wilt thy folly rue. Thou triflest time, and dost but weary us With dilatory questions, make an end, Indeed the end of all kingdoms must end, Honour and riches, all must have an end. And he that thinks he doth the most prevail, His head once laid, there resteth but a tale: Come fellow, do thy office, what methinks, Thou lookest as if thy heart were in thy hose, Pull up thy spirits, it will be quickly done, A blow or two at most will serve the turn. Forgive me sir your death. Forgive thee? I and give thee too, Hold, there is some few crowns for thee to drink, Tush weep not man, give losers leave to plain, And yet i'faith my loss I count a gain, First let me see, is thy are sharp enough, I am indifferent, well a God's name to this gear, Come & yield your head gently to the block,
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Heare me sir Harrie, since we must dispute. Dispute bnciuil wretch, what néeds dispute, Did not the Viceadmirall héere, and I Incountring with the Nauie of the French, Attach thee in a ship of Normandie, And wilt thou stand vpon thine innocence? Dispatch, thou art as rightfully condemnde As euer rebell was. And thou shalt die. I make no question of it, I must die, But let me tell you how I scorne your threats, So little doo I reckon of the name Of ougly death, as were he bisible, I'lde wrastle with him for the victorie, And tugge the slaue, and teare him with my téeth, But I would make him stoope to Falconbridge, And for this life, this paltrie brittle life, This blast of winde which you haue labourde fo, By iuries, sessions, and I know not what, To rob me off, is of so vile repute: That to attaine that I might liue mine age, I would not giue the value of a poynt, You cannot be so cruell to afflict, But I will bée as forward to indure. Go to, leaue of these ole braues of thine: And thinke vpon thy soules health Falconbridge. Submit and aske forgiuenesse of thy King. What King? Why Edward of the house of Yorke. He is no King of mine, he does vsurpe, And if the destinies had giuen me leaue, I would haue told him so before this time, And puld the Diademe from off his head. Thou art a traitor, stop thy traitors mouth. I am no traitor, Lancaster is King, If that be treason to defend his right, What ist for them that do imprison him? If insurrection to aduance his scepter, What fault is theirs that step into his throane? Oh God, thou pour'dst the balme vpon his head, Can that pure vnction be wipte off againe? Thou once didst crown him in his insancie, Shall wicked men now in his age depose him? Oh pardon me, if I expostulate, More then becomes a sinfull man to doe, England I feare thou wilt thy folly rue. Thou triflest time, and dost but wearie vs With dilatorie questions, make an end, Indeed the end of all kingdomes must end, Honour and riches, all must haue an end. And he that thinkes he doth the most preule, His head once laid, there resteth but a tale: Come fellow, do thy office, what me thinks, Thou lookest as if thy heart were in thy hose, Pull vp thy spirits, it will be quickly done, A blow or two at most will serue the turne. Forgiue me sir your death. Forgiue thée? I and giue thoe too, Hold, there is some few crowns for thée to drink, Tush wéepe not man, giue loosers leaue to plaine, And yet faith my losse I count a gaine, First let me see, is thy are sharpe inough, I am indifferent, wel a Gods name to this geare, Come & yéeld your head gently to the block,