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 · 495 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T43: henry, king, richard, warwick, york, edward, father, duke, crown, son.
Good leave good Philip. Philip, sparrow, Iames, There's toys abroad, anon I'll tell thee more. Madam, I was not old Sir Robert's son, Sir Robert might have eat his part in me Upon good Friday, and ne'er broke his fast: Sir Robert could do well, marry to confess Can get me sir Robert could not do it; We know his handiwork, therefore good mother To whom am I beholding for these limbs? Sir Robert never holp to make this leg. Hast thou conspired with thy brother too, That for thine own gain shouldst defend mine honour? What means this scorn, thou most untoward knave? Knight, knight good mother, Basilisco-like: What, I am dubbed, I have it on my shoulder: But mother, I am not Sir Robert's son, I have disclaimed Sir Robert and my land, Legitimation, name, and all is gone; Then good my mother, let me know my father, Some proper man I hope, who was it mother? Hast thou denied thyself a Faulconbridge? As faithfully as I deny the devil. King Richard Cordelion was thy father, By long and vehement suit I was seduced To make room for him in my husband's bed: Heaven lay not my transgression to my charge, That art the issue of my dear offence Which was so strongly urged past my defence. Now by this light were I to get again, Madam I would not wish a better father: Some sins do bear their privilege on earth, And so doth yours: your fault, was not your folly, Needs must you lay your heart at his dispose, Subjected tribute to commanding love, Against whose fury and unmatched force, The awlesse Lion could not wage the fight, Nor keep his Princely heart from Richard's hand He that perforce robs Lions of their hearts, May easily win a woman's: aye my mother, With all my heart I thank thee for my father: Who lives and dares but say, thou didst not well When I was got, I'll send his soul to hell. Come Lady I will show thee to my kin, And they shall say, when Richard me begot, If thou hadst said him nay, it had been sin; Who says it was, he lies, I say 'twas not. Before Angiers well met brave Austria, Arthur that great forerunner of thy blood, Richard that robbed the Lion of his heart, And fought the holy Wars in Palestine, By this brave Duke came early to his grave: And for amends to his posterity, At our importance hither is he come, To spread his colours boy, in thy behalf, And to rebuke the usurpation Of thy unnatural Uncle, English Iohn, Embrace him, love him, give him welcome hither. God shall forgive you Cordelion's death The rather, that you give his offspring life, Shadowing their right under your wings of war: I give you welcome with a powerlesse hand, But with a heart full of unstained love, Welcome before the gates of Angiers Duke.
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Good leaue good Philip. Philip, ſparrow, Iames, There's toyes abroad, anon Ile tell thee more. Madam, I was not old Sir Roberts ſonne, Sir Robert might haue eat his part in me Vpon good Friday, and nere broke his faſt: Sir Robert could doe well, marrie to confeſſe Could get me ſir Robert could not doe it; We know his handy-worke, therefore good mother To whom am I beholding for theſe limmes? Sir Robert neuer holpe to make this legge. Haſt thou conſpired with thy brother too, That for thine owne gaine ſhouldſt defend mine honor? What meanes this ſcorne, thou moſt vntoward knaue? Knight, knight good mother, Baſiliſco-like: What, I am dub'd, I haue it on my ſhoulder: But mother, I am not Sir Roberts ſonne, I haue diſclaim'd Sir Robert and my land, Legitimation, name, and all is gone; Then good my mother, let me know my father, Some proper man I hope, who was it mother? Haſt thou denied thy ſelfe a Faulconbridge? As faithfully as I denie the deuill. King Richard Cordelion was thy father, By long and vehement ſuit I was ſeduc'd To make roome for him in my husbands bed: Heauen lay not my transgreſſion to my charge, That art the iſſue of my deere offence Which was ſo ſtrongly vrg'd paſt my defence. Now by this light were I o get againe, Madam I would not wiſh a better father: Some ſinnes doe beare their priuiledge on earth, And ſo doth yours: your fault, was not your follie, Needs muſt you lay your heart at his diſpoſe, Subiected tribute to commanding loue, Againſt whoſe furie and vnmatched force, The awleſſe Lion could not wage the fight, Nor keepe his Princely heart from Richards hand He that perforce robs Lions of their hearts, May eaſily winne a womans: aye my mother, With all my heart I thanke thee for my father: Who liues and dares but ſay, thou didſt not well When I was got, Ile ſend his ſoule to hell. Come Lady I will ſhew thee to my kinne, And they ſhall ſay, when Richard me begot, If thou hadſt ſayd him nay, it had beene ſinne; Who ſayes it was, he lyes, I ſay twas not. Before Angiers well met braue Auſtria, Arthur that great fore-runner of thy bloud, Richard that rob'd the Lion of his heart, And fought the holy Warres in Paleſtine, By this braue Duke came early to his graue: And for amends to his poſteritie, At our importance hether is he come, To ſpread his colours boy, in thy behalfe, And to rebuke the vſurpation Of thy vnnaturall Vncle, Engliſh Iohn, Embrace him, loue him, giue him welcome hether. God ſhall forgiue you Cordelions death The rather, that you giue his off-ſpring life, Shadowing their right vnder your wings of warre: I giue you welcome with a powerleſſe hand, But with a heart full of vnſtained loue, Welcome before the gates of Angiers Duke.