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 0.79 · 495 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T18: king, lord, wallace, earl, edward, england, scotland, rebels, bruce, english.
Go my lord, And let our army be discharged too, And, good my lord, so please you, let our trains March by us, that we may peruse the men, We should have coaped withal. Go, good Lord Hastings, And ere they be dismissed, let them march by. I trust Lords we shall lie to night together: Now cousin, wherefore stands our army still? The Leaders having charge from you to stand, Will not go off until they hear you speak. They know their duties. My lord, our army is dispersed already, Like youthful steers unyoakt they take their courses, East, west, north, south, or like a school broke up, Each hurries toward his home, and sporting place. Good tidings my lord Hastings, for the which I do arrest thee traitor of high treason, And you lord Archbishop, and you lord Mowbray, Of capital treason I attach you both. Is this proceeding just and honourable? Is your assembly so? will you thus break your faith? I pawned thee none, I promised you redress of these same grievances Whereof you did complain, which by mine honour I will perform, with a most christian care. But for you rebels, look to taste the due Meet for rebellion: Most shallowly did you these arms commence, Fond brought here, and foolishly sent hence. Strike up our drums, pursue the scattered stray: God, and not we, hath safely fought to day: Some guard this traitor to the block of death, Treasons true bed, and yeelder up of breath. what's your name sir, of what condition are you, and of what place? I am a Knight sir, and my name is Coleuile of the Dale. well then, Collevile is your name, a Knight is your degree, and your place the dale: Colevile shallbe still your name, a traitor your degree, & the dungeon your place, a place deep enough, so shall you be still Colleuile of the Dale. Are not you sir Iohn Falstaff? As good a man as he sir, who ere I am: do ye yield sir, or shall I sweat for you? if I do sweat, they are the drops of thy lovers, and they weep for thy death, therefore rouse up fear and trembling, and do observance to my mercy. I think you are sir Iohn Falstaff, and in that thought yield me. I have a whole school of tongues in this belly of mine, and not a tongue of them all speaks any other word but my name and I had but a belly of any indifferency, I were simply the most active fellow in Europe: my womb, my womb, my womb undoes me, here comes our General. The heat is past, follow no further now, Call in the powers good cousin Westmoreland. Now Falstaff, where have you been all this while? When every thing is ended, than you come: These tardy tricks of yours will on my life One time or other break some gallows back.
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Go my lord, And let our army be discharged too, And, good my lord, so please you, let our traines March by vs, that we may peruse the men, VVe should haue coap't withall. Go, good Lord Hastings, And ere they be dismist, let them march by. I trust Lords we shal lie to night togither: Now coosin, wherefore stands our army stil? The Leaders hauing charge from you to stand, Wil not goe off vntil they heare you speake. They know their dueties. My lord, our army is disperst already, Like youthfull steeres vnyoakt they take their courses, East, weast, north, south, or like a schoole broke vp, Each hurries toward his home, and sporting place. Good tidings my lord Hastings, for the which I do arest thee traitor of high treason, And you lord Archbishop, and you lord Mowbray, Of capitall treason I attach you both. Is this proceeding iust and honorable? Is your assembly so? will you thus breake your faith? I pawnde thee none, I promist you redresse of these same grieuances Whereof you did complaine, which by mine honour I will performe, with a most christian care. But for you rebels, looke to taste the due Meete for rebellion: Most shallowly did you these armes commence, Fondly brought heere, and foolishly sent hence. Strike vp our drummes, pursue the scattred stray: God, and not we, hath safely fought to day: Some guard this traitour to the blocke of death, Treasons true bed, and yeelder vp of breath. whats your name sir, of what condition are you, and of what place? I am a Knight sir, and my name is Coleuile of the Dale. well then, Colleuile is your name, a Knight is your degree, and your place the dale: Coleuile shalbe still your name, a traitor your degree, & the dungeon your place, a place deep enough, so shall you be stil Colleuile of the Dale. Are not you sir Iohn Falstaffe? As good a man as he sir, who ere I am: doe ye yeelde sir, or shall I sweat for you? if I doe sweate, they are the drops of thy louers, and they weepe for thy death, therefore rowze vp feare and trembling, and do obseruance to my mercie. I think you are sir Iohn Falstaffe, and in that thoght yeelde me. I haue a whole schoole of tongs in this belly of mine, and not a tongue of them all speakes any other word but my name and I had but a belly of any indifferencie, I were simply the most actiue fellow in Europe: my womb, my wombe, my womb vndoes me, heere comes our Generall. The heate is past, follow no further now, Call in the powers good coosin Westmerland. Now Falstaffe, where haue you beene all this while? VVhen euery thing is ended, then you come: These tardy trickes of yours wil on my life One time or other breake some gallowes backe.