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 0.65 · 497 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T18: king, lord, wallace, earl, edward, england, scotland, rebels, bruce, english.
Come away Redcap, run Redcap. I I I r r run as f f fast as I I ca ca can run I wa warrant ye. Herald, fetch Lancaster and Leyster Coronets, Suffer no marquess, Earl, nor Countess enter, Except their temples circled are in gold, Show them our vize-roys: by our will controlled As at a coronation, every Peer Appears in all his pomp, so at this feast Held for our birthright, let them be adorned. Let Gloster be brought in, crowned like an Earl, This day we'll have no parley of his death, But talk of Iouisanes and gleefull mirth. Let Skinke come in, give him a Baron's seat, High is his spirit, his deserts are great. You wrong the honour of Nobility, To place a robber in a Baron's stead, It's well ye term him not a murderer. Had I mistearmed him? I that had you Henry. He did a piece of justice at my Bidding. Who made you a justice? I that had the power. You had none then. Yes he was crowned before. Why does not Gloster wear a Coronet? Because his Sovereign doth not wear a Crown. By heaven put on thy Coronet, or that heaven Which now with a clear, lends us this light, Shall not be curtained with the vail of night, Ear on thy head I clap a burning Crown, Of red hot Iron that shall sear thy brains. Good Gloster Crown thee with thy Coronet. Do gentle Earl. 'Swounds do, would I had one. Do not I prithee keep thy proud heart still. I'll wear it but to cross thy froward will. Sat down and take thy place. It's the low earth. To her I must, from her I had my breath. We are pleased thou shalt sit there, Skinke take thy place among my nobles. Thanks to King Henry's grace. Iohn Earl of Morton and of Nottingham, With Isabella his Countess, bow themselves Before their brother Henry's Royal Throne. Assend your seats live in our daily love. Richard the Prince of England, with his Ward The noble Robert Hood, Earl Huntingdon, Present their service to your Majesty. You're welcome too, though little be your love. Old Richard Faukenbridge, Knight of the cross, Lord of the Cinque ports, with his noble wife Dame Marrian Countess of west Hereford, Offer their duties at this Royal meeting. Sat down, thou art a neuter, she a foe, Thy love we doubt her heart too well we know. What suitors are without, let them come in. And have no justice where contempt is King. Mad man I give no ear to thy lose words. O sir you're welcome, you have your old seat. Though thou sit hire yet my heart's as great. Great heart we'll make you lesser by the head. Ill comes not ever to the threatened. What are you two? M ma mary and't please you I am re re Redcap. And what's your mate? A poor Porter sir.
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Come away Redcap, run Redcap. I I I r r run as f f faſt as I I ca ca can run I wa warrant yee. Herrald, fetch Lancaſter and Leyſter Coronets, Suffer no Marqueſſe, Earle, nor Counteſſe enter, Except their temples circled are in golde, Shew them our vize-roys: by our will controld As at a cornation, euery Peere Appeares in all his pompe, ſo at this feaſt Held for our birth-right, let them be adorn'd. Let Gloſter be brought in, crown'd like an Earle, This day we'll haue no parley of his death, But talke of Iouiſanes and gleefull mirth. Let Skinke come in, giue him a Barons ſeat, High is his ſpirrit, his deſerts are greate. You wrong the honour of Nobilitie, To place a robber in a Barons ſtead, Its well ye tearme him not a murtherer. Had I miſtearmed him? I that had you Henry. He did a peece of Iuſtice at my Bidding. Who made you a Iuſtice? I that had the power. You had none then. Yes he was crownd before. Why does not Gloſter weare a Coronet? Becauſe his Soueraigne doth not weare a Crowne. By heauen put on thy Coronet, or that heauen Which now with a clear, lends vs this light, Shall not be courtain'd with the vaile of night, Eare on thy head I clap a burning Crowne, Of red hot Yron that ſhall ſeare thy braines. Good Gloſter Crowne thee with thy Coronet. Doo gentle Earle. Swounds doo, would I had one. Doo not I prethee keepe thy proud heart ſtill. Ile weare it but to croſſe thy froward will. Sit downe and take thy place. Its the low earth. To her I muſt, from her I had my breath. We are pleaſ'd thou ſhalt ſit there, Skinke take thy place among my nobles. Thankes to King Henries grace. Iohn Earle of Morton and of Notingham, With Iſabell his Counteſſe, bow themſelues Before their brother Henries Royall Throane. Aſſend your ſeats liue in our daily loue. Richard the Prince of England, with his Ward The noble Robert Hood, Earle Huntington, Preſent their ſeruice to your Maieſtie. Y'are welcome too, though little be your loue. Olde Richard Faukenbridge, Knight of the croſſe, Lord of the Cinque ports, with his noble wife Dame Marrian Counteſſe of weſt Hereford, Offer their duties at this Royall meeting. Sit downe, thou art a newter, ſhe a foe, Thy loue we doubt her hart too well we know. What ſutors are without, let them come in. And haue no Iuſtice where contempt is King. Mad man I giue no eare to thy looſe words. O ſir y'are welcome, you haue your old ſeat. Though thou ſit hier yet my heart's as great. Great heart wee'll make you leſſer by the head. Ill comes not euer to the threatned. What are you two? M ma mary and't pleaſe you I am re re Redcap. And what's your mate? A poore Porter ſir.