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 · 498 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.
That fashioned others. And him, O wondrous! him, O Miracle of Men! Him did you leave (Second to none) vn-seconded by you, To look upon the hideous God of War, In disadvantage, to abide a field, Where nothing but the sound of Hotspurs Name Did seem defensible: so you left him. Never, O never do his Ghost the wrong, To hold your Honour more precise and nice With others, then with him. Let them alone: The Marshal and the Archbishop are strong. Had my sweet Harry had but halfe their Numbers, To day might I (hanging on Hotspurs Neck) Have talked of Monmouth's Grave. Beshrew your heart, (Fair Daughter) you do draw my Spirits from me, With new lamenting ancient Oversights. But I must go, and meet with Danger there, Or it will seek me in another place, And find me worse provided. O fly to Scotland, Till that the Nobles, and the armed Commons, Have of their Puissance made a little taste. If they get ground, and vantage of the King, Then join you with them, like a Rib of Steel, To make Strength stronger. But, for all our loves, First let them try themselves. So did your Son, He was so suffered; so came I a Widow: And never shall have length of Life enough, To rain upon Remembrance with mine Eyes, That it may grow, and sprout, as high as Heaven, For Recordation to my Noble Husband. Come, come, go in with me: 'tis with my Mind As with the Tide, swelled up unto his height, That makes a still-stand, running neither way. fain would I go to meet the Archbishop, But many thousand Reasons hold me back. I will resolve for Scotland: there am I, Till Time and Vantage crave my company. What hast thou brought there? Apple-Iohns? Thou knowst Sir Iohn cannot endure an Apple-john. Thou sayst true: the Prince once set a Dish of Apple-Iohns before him, and told him there were five more Sir Iohns: and, putting off his Hat, said, I will now take my leave of these six dry, round, old-withered Knights. It angered him to the heart: but he hath forgot that. Why then cover, and set them down: and see if thou canst find out Sneak's Noise; Mistress Tearsheet would fain have some Music. Sirrah, here will be the Prince, and Master Points, anon: and they will put on two of our jerkins, and Aprons, and Sir Iohn must not know of it: Bardolph hath brought word. Then here will be old Vtis: it will be an excellent stratagem. I'll see if I can find out Sneake. Sweetheart, me thinks now you are in an excellent good temperalitie: your Pulsidge beats as extraordinarily, as heart would desire; and your Colour (I warrant you) is as red as any Rose: But you have drunk too much Canaries, and that's a marvelous searching Wine; and it perfumes the blood, ere we can say what's this. How do you now?
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That faſhion'd others. And him, O wondrous! him, O Miracle of Men! Him did you leaue (Second to none) vn-ſeconded by you, To looke vpon the hideous God of Warre, In diſ-aduantage, to abide a field, Where nothing but the ſound of Hotſpurs Name Did ſeeme defenſible: ſo you left him. Neuer, O neuer doe his Ghoſt the wrong, To hold your Honor more preciſe and nice With others, then with him. Let them alone: The Marſhall and the Arch-biſhop are ſtrong. Had my ſweet Harry had but halfe their Numbers, To day might I (hanging on Hotſpurs Necke) Haue talk'd of Monmouth's Graue. Beſhrew your heart, (Faire Daughter) you doe draw my Spirits from me, With new lamenting ancient Ouer-ſights. But I muſt goe, and meet with Danger there, Or it will ſeeke me in another place, And finde me worſe prouided. O flye to Scotland, Till that the Nobles, and the armed Commons, Haue of their Puiſſance made a little taſte. If they get ground, and vantage of the King, Then ioyne you with them, like a Ribbe of Steele, To make Strength ſtronger. But, for all our loues, Firſt let them trye themſelues. So did your Sonne, He was ſo ſuffer'd; ſo came I a Widow: And neuer ſhall haue length of Life enough, To raine vpon Remembrance with mine Eyes, That it may grow, and ſprowt, as high as Heauen, For Recordation to my Noble Husband. Come, come, go in with me: 'tis with my Minde As with the Tyde, ſwell'd vp vnto his height, That makes a ſtill-ſtand, running neyther way. Faine would I goe to meet the Arch-biſhop, But many thouſand Reaſons hold me backe. I will reſolue for Scotland: there am I, Till Time and Vantage craue my company. What haſt thou brought there? Apple-Iohns? Thou know'ſt Sir Iohn cannot endure an Apple-Iohn. Thou ſay'ſt true: the Prince once ſet a Diſh of Apple-Iohns before him, and told him there were fiue more Sir Iohns: and, putting off his Hat, ſaid, I will now take my leaue of theſe ſixe drie, round, old-wither'd Knights. It anger'd him to the heart: but hee hath forgot that. Why then couer, and ſet them downe: and ſee if thou canſt finde out Sneakes Noyſe; Miſtris Teare-ſheet would faine haue ſome Muſique. Sirrha, heere will be the Prince, and Maſter Points, anon: and they will put on two of our Ierkins, and Aprons, and Sir Iohn muſt not know of it: Bardolph hath brought word. Then here will be old Vtis: it will be an excellent ſtratagem. Ile ſee if I can finde out Sneake. Sweet-heart, me thinkes now you are in an excellent good temperalitie: your Pulſidge beates as extraordinarily, as heart would deſire; and your Colour (I warrant you) is as red as any Roſe: But you haue drunke too much Canaries, and that's a maruellous ſearching Wine; and it perfumes the blood, ere wee can ſay what's this. How doe you now?