Anonymous · published 1600 · first performed or written 1599 [c.1597-1599] (Annals) comedy · Admiral's (Nottingham's) Men T29 Disguise and pursuit in Look About You typicality 0.85 · 494 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T29: gloster, faukenbridge, skinke, hermit, richard, prince, iohn, porter, henry, brother.
Avoid there every under Officer. Leave but us, our Peers and Ladies here. Richard you love Earl Gloster look about If you can spy one in this company, That hath not done as great a sin as Gloster; Choose him, let him be the executioner. Thou hast done worse then, like rebellie us head, Hast armed ten thousand hands against his life That loved thee so, as thou wert made a King, Being his child, now he's thy underling. I have done worse: thrice I drew my sword, In three set battles for thy false defence. Iohn hath done worse, he still hath took thy part, All of us three have smitte our father's heart; Which made proud Leyster bold to strike his face, To his eternal shame, and our disgrace. Silence, I see thou leanst to find none fit. I am sure, nor Lancaster nor Huntingdon, Nor Faukenbridge, will lay a hand on him. Mother, wife, brother, let's descend the Throne Where Henry is the Monarch of the West, Hath set amongst his Princes dignified. Father take you the place, see justice. It's injust justice I must tell thee Son. Mother hold you the Basin, you the Towel, I know your French hearts thirst for English blood; Iohn, take the Mallet, I will hold the knife, And when I bid thee smite, strike for thy life: Make a mark Surgeon, Gloster now prepare thee. Tut, I am ready, to thy worst I dare thee. Then have I done my worst, thrice honoured Earl, I do embrace thee in affections arms. What means thou Henry? O what means my Son? I mean no longer to be lullabyed, In your seditious arms. Mordieu Henry. Mordieu nor devil, little tit of France, I know your heart leaps, at our heart's mischance, 'Swounds Henry thou art mad: I have been mad; what stampst thou Iohn? know'st thou not who I am? Come stamp the devil out, sucked from thy Dam. I'll curse thee Henry. Your best be quiet, lest where we find you, to the Tower we bear you, For being abroad, England hath cause to fear ye. I am struck dumb with wonder. I amazed, imagine that I see a vizion. Gloster, I give thee first this Skinke, this slave, It's in thy power, his life to spill or save, He's a noble gentleman, I do not doubt his usage. Stand not thus wondering, Princes kneel all down, And cast your Coronets before his Crown. Down stubborn Queen, kneel to your wronged King, Down Mammet; Leyster i'll cut of thy legs, If thou delay thy duty: when proud Iohn? Nay if all kneel, of force I must be one. Now by my holydom a virtuous deed. Father you see your most rebellious son, Stricken with horror of his horrid guilt, Requesting sentence fitting his desert, O tread upon his head, that trod your heart. I do deliver up all dignity, Crown, Sceptre, sword unto your Majesty.
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Auoyde there euery vnder Officer. Leaue but vs, our Pieres and Ladyes heere. Richard you loue Earle Gloſter looke about If you can ſpye one in this company, That hath not done as great a ſinne as Gloſter; Chuſe him, let him be the executioner. Thou haſt done worſe then, like rebellie us head, Haſt arm'd ten thouſand hands againſt his life That lou'd thee ſo, as thou wert made a King, Being his childe, now he's thy vnderling. I haue done worſe: thriſe I drew my ſwoord, In three ſet battles for thy falſe defence. Iohn hath done worſe, he ſtill hath tooke thy part, All of vs three haue ſmitte our fathers heart; Which made proude Leyſter bolde to ſtrike his face, To his eternall ſhame, and our diſgrace. Silence, I ſee thou leanſt to finde none fit. I am ſure, nor Lancaſter nor Huntington, Nor Faukenbridge, will lay a hand on him. Mother, wife, brother, lets deſcend the Throane Where Henry is the Monarch of the Weſt, Hath ſet amongſt his Princes dignified. Father take you the place, ſee Iuſtice. Its iniuſt Iuſtice I muſt tell thee Sonne. Mother holde you the Baſon, you the Towell, I know your French hearts thirſt for Engliſh bloud; Iohn, take the Mallet, I will holde the knife, And when I bid thee ſmite, ſtrike for thy life: Make a marke Surgion, Gloſter now prepare thee. Tut, I am ready, to thy worſt I dare thee. Then haue I done my worſt, thriſe honoured Earle, I doe imbrace thee in affections armes. What meanes thou Henry? O what meanes my Son? I meane no longer to be lullaby'd, In your ſeditious armes. Mordieu Henry. Mordieu nor deuill, little tit of Fraunce, I know your hart leapes, at our hearts miſchaunce, Swounds Henry thou art mad: I haue bin mad; what ſtampſt thou Iohn? knowſt thou not who I am? Come ſtamp the deuill out, ſuckt from thy Dam. Ile curſſe thee Henry. Your beſt be quiet, leaſt where we finde you, to the Tower we beare you, For being abroad, England hath cauſe to feare yee. I am ſtrucke dombe with wonder. I amaz'd, imagine that I ſee a vizion. Gloſter, I giue thee firſt this Skinke, this ſlaue, Its in thy power, his life to ſpill or ſaue, He's a noble gentleman, I doe not doubt his vſage. Stand not thus wondring, Princes kneele all downe, And caſt your Coronets before his Crowne. Downe ſtubborne Queene, kneele to your wronged King, Downe Mammet; Leyſter ile cut of thy legs, If thou delay thy duety: when proude Iohn? Nay if all kneele, of force I muſt be one. Now by my holydom a vertuous deed. Father you ſee your moſt rebellious ſonne, Stricken with horror of his horred guilt, Requeſting ſentence fitting his deſart, O treade vpon his head, that trode your heart. I doe deliuer vp all dignity, Crowne, Scepter, ſwoord vnto your Maieſty.