The Famous History of Sir Thomas Wyatt · chunk 15 of 22
Heywood, Thomas / Dekker, Thomas / Chettle, Henry / Webster, John · published 1607 · first performed or written 1602 (Annals) history · Worcester's Men T18 Rebels, barons and the king's wars at ho typicality 0.75 · 503 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T18: king, lord, wallace, earl, edward, england, scotland, rebels, bruce, english.
No, no, no. A March! 'tis Norfolk's Drum upon my life. I pray see what Drum it is. The word is given, arm, arm flies through the camp As loud, though not so full of dread as thunder: For no man's cheeks look pale, but every face, Is lifted up above his foreman's head, And every Soldier does on tiptoe stand, shaking a drawn sword in his threatening hand. At whom, at whose Drum? At Norfolk, Norfolk's Drum: With him comes Arundel, you may behold The silken faces of their ensigns show, Nothing but wrinkles straggling in the wind, Norfolk rides formostly, his crest well known, Proud, as if all our heads were now his own. Soft, he shall pay more for them. Sir Robert Rodston, bring our Muscateers, To flank our Pikes, let all our archery, Fall off in wings of shot a both sides of the van, To gall the first Horse of the enemy That shall come fiercely on: Our cannoneers, bid them to charge, charge my l a ts. Charge, charge. Saint George for England, Wyatt for poor Kent, Blood lost in country's quarrel, is nobly spent. Base slave, hard hearted fugitue, He that you sent with Norry, false sir George Is fled to Norfolk. Sir George Harper fled? I near thought better of a counterfeit, His name was Harper, was it not? let him go, Hence all for his sake shall stand, But for plain nine pence, throughout all the land. They come, no man give ground in these hot cases, Be Englishmen and beard them to their faces. Exeunt Yonder the Traitor marcheth with a steel bow. Bent on his Sovereign, and his kingdoms peace: To wave him to us with a flag of truce, And tender him soft mercy, Were to call our right in question, Therefore put in act, your resolute intendments, If rebellion be suffered to take head, She lives too long, treason doth swarm. Therefore give signal to the fight, 'tis good, 'tis good, my Lord. Where's Captain Bret? Here my Lord. To do honour to you and those five hundred Londoners that march after your colours, You shall charge the Traitor in the Vanguard Whilst myself with noble Arundel And stout Iarningam, second you in the main, God and Saint George, this day fight on our side. While thus we tame a desperate rebel's pride. Countrymen and friends, And you the most valiant sword and BucklerMen of London, the Duke of Norfolk in honour has promoted you to the Vanguard, and why to the Vanguard? but because he knows you to be eager men, martial men, men of good stomachs, very hot shots, very actions for valour, such as scorns to shrink for a wetting, who will bear off any thing with head and shoulders. Well forward, good commander for wards, I am to lead you, & whether? to fight: and with whom? with Wyatt: and what is Wyatt? a most famous and arch-traitor, to nobody by this hand that I know.
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No, no, no. A March! Norfolkes Drum vpon my life. I pra'y see what Drum it is. The word is giuen, arme, arme flies through the camp As loude, though not so full of dread thunder: For no mans looke pale, but euerie face, Is lifted vp aboue his foremans head, And euerie Souldier does on stand, shaking a drawne sword in his threatning hand. At whome, at whose Drum? At Norfolke, Norfolkes Drum: With him comes Arundell, you may beholde The silken faces of their showe, Nothing but in the winde, Norfolke rides , his crest well knowne, Proud, as if all our heads were now hi owne. Soft, he shall pay more for them. Sir Robert Rodston, bring our , To our , let all our archery, Fall off in of shot a both sides of the van, To gall the first Horse of the enemie That shall come fiercely on: Our , bid thm to charge, charge my . Charge, charge. Saint George for England, Wiat for poore Kent, Blood lost in Countries qarrell, is nobly spent. Base , hard hearted fugi, He that you sent with Norry, false sir George to Norfolke. Sir George Harper fled? thought better of a Counter ite, His name was Harper, was it not? him goe, Hence all for his sake shall stand, But for plaine nine pence, throughout all the land. They come, no man giue ground in these hot Caes, Be Englishmen and them to their faces. Exeunt Yonder the Traitor marcheth with a stele bowe. Bent on his Souereigne, and his kingdomes peace: To waue him to vs with a flag of truce, And tender him soft mercie, Were to call our right in question, Therefore put in act, your resolute intendments, If rebellion be suffered to take head, She liues too long, treason doth sware. Therefore giue signall to the fight, Tis good, tis good, my Lord. Where's Captaine Bret? Heere my Lord. To doe honour to you and those fiue hundred Londoners that march after your colours, You shall charge the Traitor in the Vantgard Whilst my selfe with noble Arundell And stout Iarningam, econd you in the maine, God and Saint George, this day fight on our side. While thus we tame a desperate Rebels pride. Countrimen and friendes, And you the moste valiant sword and BucklerMen of London, the Duke of Norfolk in honour has promoted you to the Vangard, and why to the Vangard? but because he knowes you to men, martall men, men of good stomacks, hot , verie actious for valour, such as scornes to shrink for a wetting, who wil off any thing with head and shoulders. Well forward, good commaunder for wards, I am to lead you, & whether? to fight: and with whome? with Wyat: and what is Wyat? a moste famous and Arch-Traytor, to nobody by this hand that I knowe.