Anonymous · published 1600 · first performed or written 1599 [c.1597-1599] (Annals) comedy · Admiral's (Nottingham's) Men T18 Rebels, barons and the king's wars at ho typicality 0.75 · 491 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T18: king, lord, wallace, earl, edward, england, scotland, rebels, bruce, english.
Brother you ask too much. To much, too little, he shall have that and more, I swear he shall. I will have Nottingham and Salisbury, Stafford and Derby, and some other Earldom, Or by S. Iohn (whose blessed name I bear) I'll make these places like a wilderness. Is't not a plague, an horrible abuse, A King, a King of England should be Father To four such proper youths, as Hall, and Dick, My brother Geffrey and my proper self, And yet not give his sons such maintenance, As he consumes among his minions. Be more respective Iohn. Respective Richard, are you turned pure? a changing weathercock? I say its reason Henry should be King, Thou Prince, I Duke, as Ieffry is a Duke. What shall your Father do? Live at his prayers, have a sufficient pension by the year, Repent his sins because his end is near. A gracious son, a very gracious son. Will this content you? I that have sat still, Amazed to see my sons devoid of shame; To hear my subjects with rebellious tongues, Wound the kind bosom of their Sovereign, Can no more bear, but from a bleeding heart Deliver all my love, for all your hate: Will this content thee cruel Elinor? Your savage mother, my uncivil Queen; The Tigress that hath drunk the purple blood, Of three times twenty thousand valiant men; Washing her red chaps, in the weeping tears, Of widows, virgins, nurses, sucking babes. And lastly sorted with her damned consorts, Entered alaborinth to murder love. Will this content you? she shall be released, That she may next seize me she most envies. Our mother's liberty is some content. What else would Henry have? The Kingdom. Peruse this bill, draw near let us confer. Hall be not answered but with Sovereignty, For glorious is the sway of Majesty. What would content you John? Five Earldoms Sir. What you son Richard? Pardon gracious father, & th'furtherance for my vow of penance For I have sworn to God and all his Saints, These arms erected in rebellious brawls, Against my Father and my Sovereign, Shall fight the battles of the Lord of hosts, In wronged Iudea and Palestina, That shall be Richard's penance for his pride, His blood a satisfaction for his sin, His patrimony men, munition, And means to waft them into Syria. Thou shalt have thy desire heroic Son, As soon as other homebred brawls are done. Why weeps old Faukenbridge? I am almost blind, to hear sons cruel, and the father's kind, Now well a near that ere I lived to see, Such patience and so much impiety. Brother content thee this is but the first, Worse is a brewing, and yet not the worst. You shall not stand to this. And why my Lord? The lands of Morton doth belong to Iohn. What's that to me, by Act of Parliament, If they be mine confirmed, he must be pleased.
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Brother you aske too much. To much, too little, hee ſhall haue that and more, I ſweare he ſhall. I will haue Nottingham and Salisbury, Stafford and Darby, and ſome other Earledome, Or by S. Iohn (whoſe bleſſed name I beare) Ile make theſe places like a wildernes. Iſt not a plague, an horrible abuſe, A King, a King of England ſhould be Father To foure ſuch proper youths, as Hall, and Dicke, My brother Geffrey and my proper ſelfe, And yet not giue his ſonnes ſuch maintenaunce, As he conſumes among his minions. Be more reſpectiue Iohn. Reſpectiue Richard, are you turn'd pure? a changing wether-cocke? I ſay it's reaſon Henry ſhould be King, Thou Prince, I Duke, as Ieffry is a Duke. What ſhall your Father doe? Liue at his prayers, haue a ſufficient pention by the yere, Repent his ſinnes becauſe his end is neere. A gratious ſonne, a very gratious ſonne. Will this content you? I that haue ſat ſtill, Amaz'd to ſee my ſonnes deuoyde of ſhame; To heare my ſubiects with rebellious tongues, Wound the kinde boſome of their Soueraigne, Can no more beare, but from a bleeding hart Deliuer all my loue, for all your hate: Will this content thee cruell Elinor? Your ſauage mother, my vnciuill Queene; The Tygreſſe that hath drunke the purple bloud, Of three times twenty thouſand valiant men; Waſhing her red chaps, in the weeping teares, Of widdows, virgins, nurſes, ſucking babes. And laſtly ſorted with her damn'd conſorts, Entred alaborinth to murther loue. Will this content you? ſhe ſhall be releaſt, That ſhe may next ſeaze me ſhe moſt enuyes. Our mothers liberty is ſome content. What elſe would Henry haue? The Kingdome. Peruſe this byll, draw neere let vs conferre. Hall be not anſwered but with Soueraignty, For glorious is the ſway of Maieſty. What would content you John? Fiue Earledomes Sir. What you ſonne Richard? Pardon gratious father, & th'furtheraunce for my vow of penance For I haue ſworne to God and all his Saints, Theſe armes erected in rebellious brawles, Againſt my Father and my Soueraigne, Shall fight the battles of the Lord of hoaſts, In wrong'd Iudea and Paleſtina, That ſhall be Richards pennance for his pride, His bloud a ſatisfaction for his ſinne, His patrimony men, munition, And meanes to waft them into Siria. Thou ſhalt haue thy deſire Heroyicke Sonne, As ſoone as other home-bred brawles are done. Why weepes olde Faukenbridge? I am almoſt blind, to heare ſons cruell, and the fathers kinde, Now well a neere that ere I liu'd to ſee, Such patience and ſo much impiety. Brother content thee this is but the firſt, Worſe is a brewing, and yet not the worſt. You ſhall not ſtand to this. And why my Lord? The lands of Moorton doth belong to Iohn. What's that to me, by Acte of Parlament, If they be mine confirm'd, he muſt be pleaſ'd.