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 0.85 · 478 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T29: gloster, faukenbridge, skinke, hermit, richard, prince, iohn, porter, henry, brother.
Comest thou with deep premeditated Lines? With written Pamphlets, studiously devised? Humphrey of Gloster, if thou canst accuse, Or aught intend'st to lay unto my charge, Do it without invention, suddenly, As I with sudden, and extemporal speech, Purpose to answer what thou canst object. Presumptuous Priest, this place command's my patience, Or thou shouldst find thou hast dis-honor'd me. Think not, although in Writing I preferred The manner of thy vile outrageous Crymes, That therefore I have forged, or am not able Verbatim to rehearse the Method of my Penne. No Prelate, such is thy audacious wickedness, Thy lewd, pestiferous, and dissentious pranks, As very Infants prattle of thy pride. Thou art a most pernicious Usurer, Froward by nature, Enemy to Peace, Lascivious, wanton, more than well beseems A man of thy Profession, and Degree. And for thy Treachery, what's more manifest? In that thou layd'st a Trap to take my Life, As well at London Bridge, as at the Tower. Beside, I fear me, if thy thoughts were sifted, The King, thy Sovereign, is not quite exempt From envious malice of thy swelling heart. Gloster, I do defy thee. Lords vouchsafe To give me hearing what I shall reply. If I were covetous, ambitious, or perverse, As he will have me: how am I so poor? Or how haps it, I seek not to advance Or raise myself? but keep my wont Calling. And for Dissension, who preferreth Peace More than I do? except I be provoked. No, my good Lords, it is not that offends, It is not that, that hath incensed the Duke: It is because no one should sway but he, No one, but he, should be about the King; And that engenders Thunder in his breast, And makes him roar these Accusations forth. But he shall know I am as good. As good? Thou Bastard of my Grandfather. I, Lordly Sir: for what are you, I pray, But one imperious in another's Throne? Am I not Protector, saucy Priest? And am not I a Prelate of the Church? Yes, as an Outlaw in a Castle keeps, And useth it, to patronage his Theft. Vnreverent Gloucester. Thou art reverent, Touching thy Spiritual Function, not thy Life. Rome shall remedy this. Roam thither then. My Lord, it were your duty to forbear. I, see the Bishop be not over-borne: methinks my Lord should be Religious, And know the Office that belongs to such. Me thinks his Lordship should be humbler, It fitteth not a Prelate so to plead. Yes, when his holy State is touched so near. State holy, or unhallowed, what of that? Is not his Grace Protector to the King? Plantagenet I see must hold his tongue, Lest it be said, Speak Sirrah when you should: Must your bold Verdict enter talk with Lords? Else would I have a fling at Winchester.
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Com'ſt thou with deepe premeditated Lines? With written Pamphlets, ſtudiouſly deuis'd? Humfrey of Gloſter, if thou canſt accuſe, Or ought intend'ſt to lay vnto my charge, Doe it without inuention, ſuddenly, As I with ſudden, and extemporall ſpeech, Purpoſe to anſwer what thou canſt obiect. Preſumptuous Prieſt, this place cōmands my patiēce, Or thou ſhould'ſt finde thou haſt dis-honor'd me. Thinke not, although in Writing I preferr'd The manner of thy vile outragious Crymes, That therefore I haue forg'd, or am not able Ʋerbatim to rehearſe the Methode of my Penne. No Prelate, ſuch is thy audacious wickedneſſe, Thy lewd, peſtiſerous, and diſſentious prancks, As very Infants prattle of thy pride. Thou art a moſt pernitious Vſurer, Froward by nature, Enemie to Peace, Laſciuious, wanton, more then well beſeemes A man of thy Profeſſion, and Degree. And for thy Trecherie, what's more manifeſt? In that thou layd'ſt a Trap to take my Life, As well at London Bridge, as at the Tower. Beſide, I feare me, if thy thoughts were ſifted, The King, thy Soueraigne, is not quite exempt From enuious mallice of thy ſwelling heart. Gloſter, I doe defie thee. Lords vouchſafe To giue me hearing what I ſhall reply. If I were couetous, ambitious, or peruerſe, As he will haue me: how am I ſo poore? Or how haps it, I ſeeke not to aduance Or rayſe my ſelfe? but keepe my wonted Calling. And for Diſſention, who preferreth Peace More then I doe? except I be prouok'd. No, my good Lords, it is not that offends, It is not that, that hath incens'd the Duke: It is becauſe no one ſhould ſway but hee, No one, but hee, ſhould be about the King; And that engenders Thunder in his breaſt, And makes him rore theſe Accuſations forth. But he ſhall know I am as good. As good? Thou Baſtard of my Grandfather. I, Lordly Sir: for what are you, I pray, But one imperious in anothers Throne? Am I not Protector, ſawcie Prieſt? And am not I a Prelate of the Church? Yes, as an Out-law in a Caſtle keepes, And vſeth it, to patronage his Theft. Vnreuerent Gloceſter. Thou art reuerent, Touching thy Spirituall Function, not thy Life. Rome ſhall remedie this. Roame thither then. My Lord, it were your dutie to forbeare. I, ſee the Biſhop be not ouer-borne: Me thinkes my Lord ſhould be Religious, And know the Office that belongs to ſuch. Me thinkes his Lordſhip ſhould be humbler, It fitteth not a Prelate ſo to plead. Yes, when his holy State is toucht ſo neere. State holy, or vnhallow'd, what of that? Is not his Grace Protector to the King? Plantagenet I ſee muſt hold his tongue, Leaſt it be ſaid, Speake Sirrha when you ſhould: Muſt your bold Verdict enter talke with Lords? Elſe would I haue a fling at Wincheſter.