Shakespeare, William · published 1600 · first performed or written 1597 [c.1597-1598] (Annals) history · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men unassigned nearest T18 Rebels, barons and the king's wars at ho · 463 words
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I would be sorry my lord, but it should be thus: I never knew yet but Rebuke and Check, was the reward of Valour: do you think me a swallow, an arrow, or a bullet? have I in my poor and old motion the expedition of thought? I have sped hither with the very extremest inch of possibility, I have foundered ninescore and odd posts, and here travel tainted as I am, have in my pure and immaculate valour, taken sir Iohn Colleuile of the Dale, a 〈◊〉 furious Knight and valorous enemy,: but what of that 〈…〉 and yielded, that I may justly say with the ho●●● 〈…〉 there cousin, I came, saw, and overcame. It was more of his courtesy then your deserving. I know not, here he is, and here I yield him, and I beseech your grace let it be bookte with the rest of this days deeds, or by the Lord, I will have it in a particular ballad else, with mine own picture on the top on't, (Colevile kissing my foot) to the which course, if I be enforced, if you do not all show like guilt two pences to me, and I in the clear sky of Fame, ore-shine you as much as the full moon doth the cinders of the element, (which show like pins heads to her) believe not the word of the noble: therefore let me have right, and let Desert mount. Thine's too heavy to mount. Let it shine then. Thines too thick to shine. Let it do some thing, my good lord, that may do me good, and call it what you will. Is thy name Collevile? It is my Lord. A famous rebel art thou Colleuile. And a famous true subject took him. I am my lord but as my betters are, That led me hither, had they been ruled by me, You should have won them dearer than you have. I know not how they sold themselves, but thou like a kind fellow gavest thyself away gratis, and I thank thee for thee. Now, have you left pursuit? Retraite is made, and execution stayed. Send Collevile with his confederates To York to present execution, Blunt lead him hence, and see you guard him sure. And now dispatch we toward the court my lords, I hear the King my father is sore sick, Our news shall go before us to his majesty, Which cousin you shall bear to comfort him, And we with sober speed will follow you. My Lord, I beseech you give me leave to go through Glostershire, and when you come to court, stand my good lord in your good report. Far you well Falstaff, I, in my condition shall better speak of you than you deserve.
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I would bee sory my lord, but it shoulde bee thus: I neuer knew yet but Rebuke and Checke, was the rewarde of Valor: do you thinke me a swallow, an arrow, or a bullet? haue I in my poore and old motion the expedition of thought? I haue speeded hither with the very extreamest inch of possibility, I haue foundred ninescore and od postes, and here trauell tainted as I am, haue in my pure and immaculate valour, taken sir Iohn Colleuile of the Dale, a frious Knight and valorous enemy,: but what of that nd yeelded, that I may iustly say with the ho there cosin, I came, saw, and ouercame. It was more of his curtesie then your deseruing. 'I know not, here he is, and here I yeeld him, and I beseech your grace let it be bookte with the rest of this daies deedes, or by the Lord, I wil haue it in a particular ballad else, with mine owne picture on the top on't, (Coleuile kissing my foote) to the which course, if I bee enforst, if you doe not all shew like guilt twoo pences to mee, and I in the cleere skie of Fame, ore-shine you as much as the full moone doth the cindars of the element, (which shew like pinnes heads to her) beleeue not the worde of the noble: therefore let me haue right, and let Desert mount. Thine's too heauy to mount. Let it shine then. Thines too thicke to shine. Let it do some thing, my good lord, that may doe me good, and call it what you will. Is thy name Colleuile? It is my Lord. A famous rebell art thou Colleuile. And a famous true subiect tooke him. I am my lord but as my betters are, That led me hither, had they bin rulde by me, You should haue wonne them deerer then you haue. I know not how they sold themselues, but thou like a kind fellow gauest thy selfe away gratis, and I thanke thee for thee. Now, haue you left pursuit? Retraite is made, and execution stayd. Send Colleuile with his confederates To Yorke to present execution, Blunt leade him hence, and see you guard him sure. And now dispatch we toward the court my lordes, I heare the King my father is sore sick, Our newes shall go before vs to his maiestie, Which cosin you shall beare to comfort him, And we with sober speede will follow you. My Lord, I beseech you giue me leaue to go through Glostershire, and when you come to court, stand my good lord in your good report. Fare you wel Falstaffe, I, in my condition shal better speake of you then you deserue.