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 0.78 · 500 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.
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 coped 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. Our Army is dispersed: Like youthful Steers, vnyoaked, they took their course East, West, North, South: or like a School, broke up, Each hurries towards 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, and such Acts as yours. Most shallowly did you these Arms commence, Fond brought here, and foolishly sent hence. Strike up our Drums, pursue the scattered stray, Heaven, and not we, have safely fought to day. Some guard these Traitors 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 pray? I am a Knight, Sir: And my Name is Colleuile of the Dale. Well then, Collevile is your Name, a Knight is your Degree, and your Place, the Dale. Collevile shall still be your Name, a Traitor your Degree, and 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, & 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 farther 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.
Other edition — placed after the fit, excluded from the main statistics
Position
nodes 1391–1439 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 35 of 51 in this edition
Length
500 words · 682 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T18 — Rebels, barons and the king's wars at homecross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.780 (cosine to the topic centroid) · placed after the fit (approximate_predict), not counted in the topic statistics
Other seeds
seed 43: T22 · seed 44: T13 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
Goe (my Lord) And let our Army be diſcharged too: And good my Lord (ſo pleaſe you) let our Traines March by vs, that wee may peruſe the men Wee ſhould haue coap'd withall. Goe, good Lord Haſtings: And ere they be diſmiſs'd, let them march by. I truſt (Lords) wee ſhall lye to night together. Now Couſin, wherefore ſtands our Army ſtill? The Leaders hauing charge from you to ſtand, Will not goe off, vntill they heare you ſpeake. They know their duties. Our Army is diſpers'd: Like youthfull Steeres, vnyoak'd, they tooke their courſe Eaſt, Weſt, North, South: or like a Schoole, broke vp, Each hurryes towards his home, and ſporting place. Good tidings (my Lord Haſtings) for the which, I doe arreſt thee (Traytor) of high Treaſon: And you Lord Arch-biſhop, 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 pawn'd thee none: I promis'd you redreſſe of theſe ſame Grieuances Whereof you did complaine; which, by mine Honor, I will performe, with a moſt Chriſtian care. But for you (Rebels) looke to taſte the due Meet for Rebellion, and ſuch Acts as yours. Moſt ſhallowly did you theſe Armes commence, Fondly brought here, and fooliſhly ſent hence. Strike vp our Drummes, purſue the ſcatter'd ſtray, Heauen, and not wee, haue ſafely fought to day. Some guard theſe Traitors to the Block of Death, Treaſons true Bed, and yeelder vp of breath. What's your Name, Sir? of what Condition are you? and of what place, I pray? I am a Knight, Sir: And my Name is Colleuile of the Dale. Well then, Colleuile is your Name, a Knight is your Degree, and your Place, the Dale. Colleuile ſhall ſtill be your Name, a Traytor your Degree, and the Dungeon your Place, a place deepe enough: ſo ſhall you be ſtill Colleuile of the Dale. Are not you Sir Iohn Falſtaffe? As good a man as he ſir, who ere I am: doe yee yeelde ſir, or ſhall I ſweate for you? if I doe ſweate, they are the drops of thy Louers, and they weep for thy death, therefore rowze vp Feare and Trembling, and do obſeruance to my mercy. I thinke you are Sir Iohn Falſtaffe, & in that thought yeeld me. I haue a whole Schoole of tongues in this belly of mine, and not a Tongue of them all, ſpeakes anie other word but my name: and I had but a belly of any indifferencie, I were ſimply the moſt actiue fellow in Europe: my wombe, my wombe, my wombe vndoes mee. Heere comes our Generall. The hea is paſt, follow no farther now: Call in the Powers good Couſin Westmerland. Now Faltaffe, where haue you beene all this while? When euery thing is ended, then you come. Theſe tardie Tricks of yours will (on my life) One time, or other, breake ſome Gallowes back.