Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · 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 · 484 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T18: king, lord, wallace, earl, edward, england, scotland, rebels, bruce, english.
Grant that our hopes (yet likely of fair birth) Should be stillborn, and that we now possessed The utmost man of expectation: I think we are a Body strong enough (Even as we are) to equal with the King. What is the King but five & twenty thousand? To us no more: nay not so much Lord Bardolf. For his divisions (as the Times do brawl) Are in three Heads: one Power against the French, And one against Glendower: Perforce a third Must take up us: So is the unfirme King In three divided: and his Coffers sound With hollow Poverty, and Emptiness. That he should draw his several strengths together And come against us in full puissance Need not be dreaded. If he should do so, He leaves his back unarmed, the French, and Welsh Baying him at the heels: never fear that. Who is it like should lead his Forces hither? The Duke of Lancaster, and Westmoreland: Against the Welsh himself, and Harrie Monmouth. But who is substituted 'gainst the French, I have no certain notice. Let us on: And publish the occasion of our Arms. The Commonwealth is sick of their own Choice, Their over-greedy love hath surfeited: An habitation giddy, and unsure Hath he that buildeth on the vulgar heart. O thou fond Many, with what loud applause Didst thou beat heaven with blessing Bullingbrooke, Before he was, what thou wouldst have him be? And being now trimmed in thine own desires, Thou (beastly Feeder) art so full of him, That thou prouok'st thyself to cast him up. So, so, (thou common Dog) didst thou disgorge Thy glutton-bosome of the Royal Richard, And now thou wouldst eat thy dead vomit up, And howlest to find it. What trust is in these Times? They, that when Richard lived, would have him dye, Are now become enamoured on his grave. Thou that threw'st dust upon goodly head When through proud London he came sighing on, After th' admired heels of Bullingbrooke, Criest now, O Earth, yield us that King agine, And take thou this (O thoughts of men accursed) Past, and to Come, seems best; things Present, worst. Shall we go draw our numbers, and set on? We are Times subjects, and Time bids, be gone. Mr. Fang, have you entered the Action? It is entered. where's your Yeoman? Is it a lusty yeoman? Will he stand to it? Sirrah, where's Snare? I, I, good M. Snare. here, here. Snare, we must Arrest Sir Iohn Falstaff. I good M. Snare, I have entered him, and all. It may chance cost some of us our lives: he will stab Alas the day: take heed of him: he stabbed me in mine own house, and that most beastly: he cares not what mischief he doth, if his weapon be out. He will foin like any devil, he will spare neither man, woman, nor child.
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Grant that our hopes (yet likely of faire byrth) Should be ſtill-borne, and that we now poſſeſt The vtmoſt man of expectation: I thinke we are a Body ſtrong enough (Euen as we are) to equall with the King. What is the King but fiue & twenty thouſand? To vs no more: nay not ſo much Lord Bardolf. For his diuiſions (as the Times do braul) Are in three Heads: one Power againſt the French, And one againſt Glendower: Perforce a third Muſt take vp vs: So is the vnfirme King In three diuided: and his Coffers ſound With hollow Pouerty, and Emptineſſe. That he ſhould draw his ſeuerall ſtrengths togither And come againſt vs in full puiſſance Need not be dreaded. If he ſhould do ſo, He leaues his backe vnarm'd, the French, and Welch Baying him at the heeles: neuer feare that. Who is it like ſhould lead his Forces hither? The Duke of Lancaſter, and Weſtmerland: Againſt the Welſh himſelfe, and Harrie Monmouth. But who is ſubſtituted 'gainſt the French, I haue no certaine notice. Let vs on: And publiſh the occaſion of our Armes. The Common-wealth is ſicke of their owne Choice, Their ouer-greedy loue hath ſurfetted: An habitation giddy, and vnſure Hath he that buildeth on the vulgar heart. O thou fond Many, with what loud applauſe Did'ſt thou beate heauen with bleſſing Bullingbrooke, Before he was, what thou would'ſt haue him be? And being now trimm'd in thine owne deſires, Thou (beaſtly Feeder) art ſo full of him, That thou prouok'ſt thy ſelfe to caſt him vp. So, ſo, (thou common Dogge) did'ſt thou diſgorge Thy glutton-boſome of the Royall Richard, And now thou would'ſt eate thy dead vomit vp, And howl'ſt to finde it. What truſt is in theſe Times? They, that when Richard liu'd, would haue him dye, Are now become enamour'd on his graue. Thou that threw'ſt duſt vpon goodly head When through proud London he came ſighing on, After th' admired heeles of Bullingbrooke, Cri'ſt now, O Earth, yeeld vs that King agine, And take thou this (O thoughts of men accurs'd) "Paſt, and to Come, ſeemes beſt; things Preſent, worſt. Shall we go draw our numbers, and ſet on? We are Times ſubiects, and Time bids, be gon. Mr. Fang, haue you entred the Action? It is enter'd. Wher's your Yeoman? Is it a luſty yeoman? Will he ſtand to it? Sirrah, where's Snare? I, I, good M. Snare. Heere, heere. Snare, we muſt Arreſt Sir Iohn Falſtaffe. I good M. Snare, I haue enter'd him, and all. It may chance coſt ſome of vs our liues: he wil ſtab Alas the day: take heed of him: he ſtabd me in mine owne houſe, and that moſt beaſtly: he cares not what miſcheefe he doth, if his weapon be out. Hee will foyne like any diuell, he will ſpare neither man, woman, nor childe.