Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written 1591 [1590-1591] (Annals) history · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men T43 York and Lancaster: dynastic claims and typicality 0.78 · 431 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T43: henry, king, richard, warwick, york, edward, father, duke, crown, son.
Out on thee rude man, thou dost shame thy mother, And wound her honour with this diffidence. I Madame? No, I have no reason for it. That is my brother's plea, and none of mine, The which if he can prove, a pops me out, At least from fair five hundred pound a year: Heaven guard my mother's honour, and my Land. A good blunt fellow: why being younger born Doth he lay claim to thine inheritance? I know not why, except to get the land: But once he slandered me with bastardy: But where I be as true begot or no, That still I lay upon my mother's head, But that I am as well begot my Liege (Fair fall the bones that took the pains for me) Compare our faces, and be judge yourself If old Sir Robert did beget us both, And were our father, and this son like him: O old sir Robert Father, on my knee I give heaven thankes I was not like to thee. Why what a madcap hath heaven lent us here? He hath a trick of Cordelion's face, The accent of his tongue affecteth him: Do you not read some tokens of my son In the large composition of this man? Mine eye hath well examined his parts, And finds them perfect Richard: sirrah speak, What doth move you to claim your brothers Because he hath a half-face like my father With half that face would he have all my land A half-faced groat five hundred pound a year. My gracious Liege; when that my father lived, Your brother did employ my father much. Well sir, by this you cannot get my land, Your tale must be how he employed my mother. And once dispatched him in an Embassy To Germany, there with the Emperor To treat of high affairs touching that time: Th' advantage of his absence took the King, And in the mean time sojourned at my fathers; Where how he did prevail, I shame to speak: But truth is truth, large lengths of seas and shores Between my father, and my mother lay, As I have heard my father speak himself When this same lusty gentleman was got: Upon his deathbed he by will bequeathed His lands to me, and took it on his death That this my mother's son was none of his; And if he were, he came into the world Full fourteen weeks before the course of time: Then good my Liege let me have what is mine, My father's land, as was my father's will.
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Out on thee rude man, yu doſt ſhame thy mother, And wound her honor with this diffidence. I Madame? No, I haue no reaſon for it. That is my brothers plea, and none of mine, The which if he can proue, a pops me out, At leaſt from faire fiue hundred pound a yeere: Heauen guard my mothers honor, and my Land. A good blunt fellow: why being yonger born Doth he lay claime to thine inheritance? I know not why, except to get the land: But once he ſlanderd me with baſtardy: But where I be as true begot or no, That ſtill I lay vpon my mothers head, But that I am as well begot my Liege (Faire fall the bones that tooke the paines for me) Compare our faces, and be Iudge your ſelfe If old Sir Robert did beget vs both, And were our father, and this ſonne like him: O old ſir Robert Father, on my knee I giue heauen thankes I was not like to thee. Why what a mad-cap hath heauen lent vs here? He hath a tricke of Cordelions face, The accent of his tongue affecteth him: Doe you not read ſome tokens of my ſonne In the large compoſition of this man? Mine eye hath well examined his parts, And findes them perfect Richard: ſirra ſpeake, What doth moue you to claime your brother ld. Becauſe he hath a half- like my With halfe that face would he haue all my and A halfe-fac'd groa fiue hundred pound a yeere. My gracious Liege; when that my father liu'd, Your brother did imploy my father much. Well ſir, by this you cannot get my land, Your tale muſt be how he employ'd my mother▪ And once diſpatch'd him in an Embaſſie To Germany, there with the Emperor To treat of high affaires touching that time: Th' aduantage of his abſence tooke the King, And in the meane time ſoiourn'd at my fathers; Where how he did preuaile, I ſhame to ſpeake: But truth is truth, large lengths of ſeas and ſhores Betweene my father, and my mother lay, As I haue heard my father ſpeake himſelfe When this ſame luſty gentleman was got: Vpon his death-bed he by will bequeath'd His lands to me, and tooke it on his death That this my mothers ſonne was none of his; And if he were, he came into the world Full fourteene weekes before the courſe of time: Then good my Liedge let me haue what is mine, My fathers land, as was my fathers will.