Shakespeare, William · published 1600 · first performed or written 1597 [c.1597-1598] (Annals) history · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men T18 Rebels, barons and the king's wars at ho typicality 0.74 · 517 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T18: king, lord, wallace, earl, edward, england, scotland, rebels, bruce, english.
What is this forest called? 'tis Gaultree forest, and't shall please your grace. Here stand, my lords, and send discoverers forth▪ To know the numbers of our enemies: We have sent forth already. 'tis well done, My friends and brethren (in these great affairs) I must acquaint you, that I have received New dated letters from Northumberland, Their cold intent, tenure, and substance thus: Here doth he wish his person, with such powers, As might hold sortance with his quality, The which he could not levy: whereupon He is retired to ripe his growing fortunes, To Scotland, and concludes in hearty prayers, That your attempts may overlive the hazard And fearful meeting of their opposite. Thus do the hopes we have in him, touch ground, And dash themselves to pieces. Now, what news? West of this forest, scarcely off a mile, In goodly form comes on the enemy, And by the ground they hide, I judge their number Upon, or near the rate of thirty thousand. The just proportion that we gave them out, Let us sway on, and face them in the field. What well appointed Leader fronts us here? I think it is my lord of Westmoreland. Health and fair greeting from our General, The prince lord Iohn and duke of Lancaster. Say on my lord of Westmoreland in peace, What doth concern your coming? Then my L. unto your Grace do I in chief address The substance of my speech: if that rebellion Came like itself, in base and a abject routs, Led on by bloody youth, guarded with rage, And countenaunst by boys and beggary. I say, if damned commotion so appear, In his true, native, and most proper shape, You, reverend father, and these noble Lords, Had not been here to dress the owgly form Of base and bloody Insurrection With your fair Honours. You (lord Archbishop) Whose Sea is by a civil peace maintained, Whose beard the silver hand of Peace hath touched, Whose learning and good letters Peace hath tutored, Whose white investments figure innocence, The Dove, and very blessed spirit of peace. Wherefore do you so ill translate yourself Out of the speech of peace that bears such grace, Into the harsh and boisterous tongue of war? Turning your books to graves, your ink to blood, Your pens to lances, and your tongue divine, To a loud trumpet, and a point of war? Wherefore do I this? so the question stands: Briefly, to this end we are all diseased: The dangers of the daie's but newly gone, Whose memory is written on the earth, With yet appearing blood, and the examples Of every minute's instance (present now,) Hath put us in these ill-beseeming arms, Not to break peace or any branch of it, But to establish here a peace indeed, Concurring both in name and quality. When ever yet was your appeal denied Wherein have you been galled by the King? What peer hath been subornde to grate on you? That you should seal this lawless bloody book Offorgde rebellion with a seal divine, And consecrate commotions bitter edge.
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What is this forrest calld? Tis Gaultree forrest, and't shal please your grace. Here stand, my lords, and send discouerers forth▪ To know the numbers of our enemies: We haue sent forth already. Tis well done, My friends and brethren (in these great affires) I must acquaint you, that I haue receiu'd New dated letters from Northumberland, Their cold intent, tenure, and substance thus: Here doth he wish his person, with such powers, As might hold sortance with his quallitie, The which he could not leuy: whereupon He is retirde to ripe his growing fortunes, To Scotland, and concludes in hearty prayers, That your attempts may ouer-liue the hazard And fearefull meeting of their opposite. Thus do the hopes we haue in him, touch ground, And dash themselues to peeces. Now, what newes? West of this forrest, scarcly off a mile, In goodly forme comes on the enemy, And by the ground they hide, I iudge their number Vpon, or neere the rate of thirty thousand. The iust proportion that we gaue them out, Let vs sway on, and face them in the field. What wel appointed Leader fronts vs heere? I thinke it is my lord of Westmerland. Health and faire greeting from our Generall, The prince lord Iohn and duke of Lancaster. Say on my lord of VVestmerland in peace, VVhat doth concerne your comming? Then my L. vnto your Grace do I in chiefe addresse The substance of my speech: if that rebellion Came like it selfe, in base and a abiect rowtes, Led on by bloody youth, guarded with rage, And countenaunst by boyes and beggary. I say, if damnd commotion so appeare, In his true, natiue, and most proper shape, You, reuerend father, and these noble Lordes, Had not beene heere to dresse the owgly forme Of base and bloody Insurrection With your faire Honours. You (lord Archbishop) Whose Sea is by a ciuile peace maintainde, Whose beard the siluer hand of Peace hath toucht, Whose learning and good letters Peace hath tutord, Whose white inuestments figure innocence, The Doue, and very blessed spirite of peace. Wherefore do you so ill translate your selfe Out of the speech of peace that beares such grace, Into the harsh and boystrous tongue of warre? Turning your bookes to graues, your incke to bloud, Your pennes to launces, and your tongue diuine, To a lowd trumpet, and a point of warre? Wherefore do I this? so the question stands: Briefly, to this end we are all diseasde: The dangers of the daie's but newly gone, VVhose memorie is written on the earth, VVith yet appearing blood, and the examples Of euery minutes instance (present now,) Hath put vs in these ill-beseeming armes, Not to breake peace or any braunch of it, But to establish heere a peace indeede, Concurring both in name and quallitie. VVhen euer yet was your appeale denied VVherein haue you beene galled by the King? What peere hath beene subornde to grate on you? That you should seale this lawlese bloody booke Offorgde rebellion with a seale diuine, And consecrate commotions bitter edge.