Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · 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 0.77 · 528 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T18: king, lord, wallace, earl, edward, england, scotland, rebels, bruce, english.
You speak (Lord Mowbray) now you know not what. The Earl of Hereford was reputed then In England the most valiant Gentleman. Who knows, on whom Fortune would then have smiled? But if your Father had been Victor there, He ne'er had borne it out of Coventry. For all the Country, in a general voice, Cried hate upon him: and all their prayers, and love, Were set on Herford, whom they doted on, And blessed, and graced, and did more than the King. But this is mere digression from my purpose. Here come I from our Princely General, To know your Griefs; to tell you, from his Grace, That he will give you Audience: and wherein It shall appear, that your demands are just, You shall enjoy them, every thing set off, That might so much as think you Enemies. But he hath forced us to compel this Offer, And it proceeds from Policy, not Love.. Mowbray, you overween to take it so: This Offer comes from Mercy, not from Fear. For lo, within a Ken our Army lies, Upon mine Honour, all too confident To give admittance to a thought of fear. Our Battle is more full of Names than yours, Our Men more perfect in the use of Arms, Our Armour all as strong, our Cause the best; Then Reason will, our hearts should be as good. Say you not then, our Offer is compelled. Well, by my will, we shall admit no Parley. That argues but the shame of your offence: A rotten Case abides no handling. Hath the Prince Iohn a full Commission, In very ample virtue of his Father, To hear, and absolutely to determine Of what Conditions we shall stand upon? That is intended in the General's Name: I muse you make so slight a Question. Then take (my Lord of Westmoreland) this Schedule, For this contains our general Grievances: Each several Article herein redressed, All members of our Cause, both here, and hence, That are insinewed to this Action, Acquitted by a true substantial form, And present execution of our wills, To us, and to our purposes confined, We come within our awful Banks again, And knit our Powers to the Arm of Peace. This will I show the General. Please you Lords, In sight of both our Battles, we may meet At either end in peace: which Heaven so frame, Or to the place of difference call the Swords, Which must decide it. My Lord, we will do so. There is a thing within my Bosom tells me, That no Conditions of our Peace can stand. Fear you not, that if we can make our Peace Upon such large terms, and so absolute, As our Conditions shall consist upon, Our Peace shall stand as firm as Rocky Mountains. I, but our valuation shall be such, That every slight, and false-deriued Cause, Yea, every idle, nice, and wanton Reason, Shall, to the King, taste of this Action: That were our Royal faiths, Martyrs in Love, We shall be winnowed with so rough a wind, That even our Corn shall seem as light as Chaff, And good from bad find no partition.
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nodes 1192–1259 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 32 of 51 in this edition
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528 words · 683 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T18 — Rebels, barons and the king's wars at homecross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.768 (cosine to the topic centroid) · placed after the fit (approximate_predict), not counted in the topic statistics
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Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
You ſpeak (Lord Mowbray) now you know not what. The Earle of Hereford was reputed then In England the moſt valiant Gentleman. Who knowes, on whom Fortune would then haue ſmil'd? But if your Father had beene Victor there, Hee ne're had borne it out of Couentry. For all the Countrey, in a generall voyce, Cry'd hate vpon him: and all their prayers, and loue, Were ſet on Herford, whom they doted on, And bleſs'd, and grac'd, and did more then the King. But this is meere digreſſion from my purpoſe. Here come I from our Princely Generall, To know your Griefes; to tell you, from his Grace, That hee will giue you Audience: and wherein It ſhall appeare, that your demands are iuſt, You ſhall enioy them, euery thing ſet off, That might ſo much as thinke you Enemies. But hee hath forc'd vs to compell this Offer, And it proceedes from Pollicy, not Loue. Mowbray, you ouer-weene to take it ſo: This Offer comes from Mercy, not from Feare. For loe, within a Ken our Army lyes, Vpon mine Honor, all too confident To giue admittance to a thought of feare. Our Battaile is more full of Names then yours, Our Men more perfect in the vſe of Armes, Our Armor all as ſtrong, our Cauſe the beſt; Then Reaſon will, our hearts ſhould be as good. Say you not then, our Offer is compell'd. Well, by my will, wee ſhall admit no Parley. That argues but the ſhame of your offence: A rotten Caſe abides no handling. Hath the Prince Iohn a full Commiſſion, In very ample vertue of his Father, To heare, and abſolutely to determine Of what Conditions wee ſhall ſtand vpon? That is intended in the Generals Name: I muſe you make ſo ſlight a Queſtion. Then take (my Lord of Weſtmerland) this Schedule, For this containes our generall Grieuances: Each ſeuerall Article herein redreſs'd, All members of our Cauſe, both here, and hence, That are inſinewed to this Action, Acquitted by a true ſubſtantiall forme, And preſent execution of our wills, To vs, and to our purpoſes confin'd, Wee come within our awfull Banks againe, And knit our Powers to the Arme of Peace. This will I ſhew the Generall. Pleaſe you Lords, In ſight of both our Battailes, wee may meete At either end in peace: which Heauen ſo frame, Or to the place of difference call the Swords, Which muſt decide it. My Lord, wee will doe ſo. There is a thing within my Boſome tells me, That no Conditions of our Peace can ſtand. Feare you not, that if wee can make our Peace Vpon ſuch large termes, and ſo abſolute, As our Conditions ſhall conſiſt vpon, Our Peace ſhall ſtand as firme as Rockie Mountaines. I, but our valuation ſhall be ſuch, That euery ſlight, and falſe-deriued Cauſe, Yea, euery idle, nice, and wanton Reaſon, Shall, to the King, taſte of this Action: That were our Royall faiths, Martyrs in Loue, Wee ſhall be winnowed with ſo rough a winde, That euen our Corne ſhall ſeeme as light as Chaffe, And good from bad finde no partition.