Anonymous / Marlowe, Christopher / Shakespeare, William / Nashe, Thomas · published 1623 · first performed or written 1590 (Annals) history · Derby's (Strange's) Men T29 Disguise and pursuit in Look About You typicality 0.81 · 488 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T29: gloster, faukenbridge, skinke, hermit, richard, prince, iohn, porter, henry, brother.
I am come to survey the Tower this day; Since Henry's death, I fear there is Conveyance: Where be these Warders, that they wait not here? Open the Gates, 'tis Gloster that calls. Who's there, that knocks so imperiously? It is the Noble Duke of Gloster. Who ere he be, you may not be let in. Villains, answer you so the Lord Protector? The Lord protect him, so we answer him, We do no otherwise then we are willed. Who willed you? or whose will stands but mine? There's none Protector of the Realm, but I: Break up the Gates, I'll be your warrantise; Shall I be flouted thus by dunghill Groomes? What noise is this? what Traitors have we here? Lieutenant, is it you whose voice I hear? Open the Gates, here's Gloster that would enter. Have patience Noble Duke, I may not open, The Cardinal of Winchester forbids: From him I have express commandment, That thou nor none of thine shall be let in. Faint-hearted Wooduile, prizest him 'fore me? Arrogant Winchester, that haughty Prelate, Whom Henry our late Sovereign ne'er could brook? Thou art no friend to God, or to the King: Open the Gates, or I'll shut thee out shortly. Open the Gates unto the Lord Protector, Or we'll burst them open, if that you come not quickly. How now ambitious Vmpheir, what means this? Pieled Priest, dost thou command me to be shut out? I do, thou most usurping Proditor, And not Protector of the King or Realm. Stand back thou manifest Conspirator, Thou that contriued'st to murder our dead Lord, Thou that giv'st Whores Indulgences to sin, I'll canvas thee in thy broad Cardinal's Hat, If thou proceed in this thy insolence. Nay, stand thou back, I will not budge a foot: This be Damascus, be thou cursed Cain, To slay thy Brother Abel, if thou wilt. I will not slay thee, but I'll drive thee back: Thy Scarlet Robes, as a Child's bearing Cloth, I'll use, to carry thee out of this place. Do what thou darest, I beard thee to thy face. What? am I dared, and bearded to my face? Draw men, for all this privileged place, Blue Coats to Tawny Coats, Priest, beware your Beard, I mean to tug it, and to cuff you sound. Under my feet I stamp thy Cardinal's Hat: In spite of Pope, or dignities of Church, Here by the Cheeks I'll drag thee up and down. Gloster, thou wilt answer this before the Pope. Winchester Goose, I cry, a Rope, a Rope. Now beat them hence, why do you let them stay? Thee I'll chase hence, thou Wolf in Sheep's array. Out Tawney-Coates, out Scarlet Hypocrite. Fie Lords, that you being supreme. Magistrates, Thus contumeliously should break the Peace. Peace Maior, thou knowst little of my wrongs: Here's Beauford, that regards nor God nor King, Hath here distrayned the Tower to his use.
seed 43: T34 · seed 44: T31 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
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I am come to ſuruey the Tower this day; Since Henries death, I feare there is Conueyance: Where be theſe Warders, that they wait not here? Open the Gates, 'tis Gloſter that calls. Who's there, that knocks ſo imperiouſly? It is the Noble Duke of Gloſter. Who ere he be, you may not be let in. Villaines, anſwer you ſo the Lord Protector? The Lord protect him, ſo we anſwer him, We doe no otherwiſe then wee are will'd. Who willed you? or whoſe will ſtands but mine? There's none Protector of the Realme, but I: Breake vp the Gates, Ile be your warrantize; Shall I be flowted thus by dunghill Groomes? What noyſe is this? what Traytors haue wee here? Lieutenant, is it you whoſe voyce I heare? Open the Gates, here's Gloſter that would enter. Haue patience Noble Duke, I may not open, The Cardinall of Wincheſter forbids: From him I haue expreſſe commandement, That thou nor none of thine ſhall be let in. Faint-hearted Wooduile, prizeſt him 'fore me? Arrogant Wincheſter, that haughtie Prelate, Whom Henry our late Soueraigne ne're could brooke? Thou art no friend to God, or to the King: Open the Gates, or Ile ſhut thee out ſhortly. Open the Gates vnto the Lord Protector, Or wee'le burſt them open, if that you come not quickly. How now ambitious Vmpheir, what meanes this? Piel'd Prieſt, doo'ſt thou command me to be ſhut out? I doe, thou moſt vſurping Proditor, And not Protector of the King or Realme. Stand back thou manifeſt Conſpirator, Thou that contriued'ſt to murther our dead Lord, Thou that giu'ſt Whores Indulgences to ſinne, Ile canuas thee in thy broad Cardinalls Hat, If thou proceed in this thy inſolence. Nay, ſtand thou back, I will not budge a foot: This be Damaſcus, be thou curſed Cain, To ſlay thy Brother Abel, if thou wilt. I will not ſlay thee, but Ile driue thee back: Thy Scarlet Robes, as a Childs bearing Cloth, Ile vſe, to carry thee out of this place. Doe what thou dar'ſt, I beard thee to thy face. What? am I dar'd, and bearded to my face? Draw men, for all this priuiledged place, Blew Coats to Tawny Coats, Prieſt, beware your Beard, I meane to tugge it, and to cuffe you ſoundly. Vnder my feet I ſtampe thy Cardinalls Hat: In ſpight of Pope, or dignities of Church, Here by the Cheekes Ile drag thee vp and downe. Gloſter, thou wilt anſwere this before the Pope. Wincheſter Gooſe, I cry, a Rope, a Rope. Now beat them hence, why doe you let them ſtay? Thee Ile chaſe hence, thou Wolfe in Sheepes array. Out Tawney-Coates, out Scarlet Hypocrite. Fye Lords, that you being ſupreme. Magiſtrates, Thus contumeliouſly ſhould breake the Peace. Peace Maior, thou know'ſt little of my wrongs: Here's Beauford, that regards nor God nor King, Hath here diſtrayn'd the Tower to his vſe.