When You See Me You Know Me (Henry the Eighth) · chunk 22 of 48
Rowley, Samuel · published 1605 · first performed or written 1604 (Annals) history · Prince Henry's Men T42 English historical figures: a mixed clus typicality 0.90 · 499 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T42: harry, percy, lord, king, god, falstalffe, frances, mowbray, life, mortimer.
Nay I have stout guard I assure ye. Childish to a man of valour, when thou shouldst have borne thy Buckler here, thou lettest it fall to thy knee, thou gavest me a wipe, but 'twas mere chance: but had we not been parted, I had taught ye a little School play I warrant ye. What hoe, porter: who keeps the gates there? Who knocks so fast? Stand by sirrah. Keep back I say, whither will ye press amongst the prisoners? Sirrah to the Court, and we must in. Why sir, the courts not kept eth Counter today. Yes when the king is there, All happiness betide our Sovereign. 'sounds king Harry. Lord I beseech thee no. We all entreat your grace to pardon us. Stand up good men: beshrew ye Brandon for discovering us, we shall not spend our time so well this month: but there's no remedy now, the worst is this, The court good fellows must be removed the sooner, Ye all are courtiers yet. Nay, nay, come forward, Even now you know we were more familiar: You see policies holds not always currant, I am found out, and so I think will you be: Go Porter let him be removed to Newgate This place I see is too secure for him: we'll send you further word for his bestowin. I beseech your Grace. There's no grace in thee, nor none for thee: Go, away with him. 'sounds I shall to Tyburne presently. Gentlemen, you that have been wronged by my servants and the Cardinals, shall give me nearer notes of it, Both what they are, and how much debt they owe ye: Send your petitions to the Court to me. And doubt not but you shall have remedy: There's forty Angels, drink to King Harry's health, And think withal, much wrong Kings men may do: The which their masters near consent unto. God bless your Majesty with happy life; That thus respect; your woeful subjects grief, Where's Black Will, nay come nearer man, I came nearer you, though ye misliked my play. Beth Lord, your Maiesties the best sword and buckler man in Europe, ye lie as close to your wards, carry your point as fair, that no Fencer comes near ye for gallant Fence-play. Nay now ye flatter me. fore-god ye broke my head most gallantly. I But 'twas but by chance ye know, but now your heads broke, you look for a plaster I am sure. And your grace will give me leave, I'll put it up and go my ways presently. Nay soft sir, the Keeper will deny ye that privilege, Come hither sirrah, because ye shall know King Harrie loves a man, & I perceive there's some metal in thee, there's twenty Angels for thee, marry it shall be to keep ye in prison still, till we have further use for ye. If ye can break through watches with egress and regress so valiantly, ye shall dov amongst your country's enemies.
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Nay I haue stout guard I assure ye. Childish to a man of valour, when thou shouldst haue borne thy Buckler here, thou lettest it fall to thy knee, thou gauest mee a wipe, but twas meere chaunce: but had we not beene parted, I had taught ye a little Schoole play I warrant ye. What hoe, porter: who keepes the gates there? Who knockes so fast? Stand by sirah. Keepe backe I say, whither wil ye presse amongst the prisoners? Sirrah to the Court, and we must in. Why sir, the courts not kept eth Counter to day. Yes when the king is there▪ All happinesse betide our Soueraigne. Sownes king Harry. Lord I beseech thee no. We all ntreat your grace to pardon vs. Stand vp good men: beshrew ye Brandon for discoouering vs, we shall not spend our time so well this moneth: but theres no remedie now, the worst is this, The court good fellowes must be remoued the sooner, Ye all are couriers yet. Nay, nay, come forward, Euen now you know we were more familiar: You see pollicies holdes not alwayes currant, I am found out, and so I thinke will you be: Goe Porter let him be remoued to Newga This place I see is too secure for him: Weele send you further word for his bestowin. I beseech your Grace. Theres no grace in thee, nor one for thee: Goe, away with him. Sownes I shall to Tybrne presently. Gentlemen, you that haue beene wrongde by my seruants and the Cardinals, shall giue me neerer notes of it, Both what they are, and how much debt they owe yee: Send your peions to the Court to me. And doubt not but you shall haue remedie: Theres fortie Angels, drinke to King Harries health, And thinke withall, much wrong Kings men may do: The which their maisters nere consent vnto. God bless your Maiesty with happy life; That thus respect; your wofull subiects griefe, Where VVill, nay come neerer man, I came neerer you, though yee mislikte my play. Beth Lord, your Maiesties the best sword and buckler man in Europe, ye lye as close to your wards, carrie your point as faire, that no Fencer comes neer ye for gallant Fence-play. Nay now yee latter me. Foregod yee broake my head most gallantly. I But twas but by chance ye know, but now your heads broke, you looke for a plaster I am sure. And your grace will giue me leaue, Ie put it vp and goe my wais presently. Nay soft syr, the Keeper wil denie yee that priuiledge, Come hither syrrha, because ye shal know King Harrie loues a man, & I perceiue theres some mettall in thee, theres Angels for thee, marrie it shall be to keepe yee in priso still, till we haue further vse for ye. If yee can breake through watches with eges and regres so valiantly, ye shal doote amongst your countries enemies.