Anonymous / Marlowe, Christopher / Shakespeare, William / Nashe, Thomas · published 1623 · first performed or written 1590 (Annals) history · Derby's (Strange's) Men unassigned nearest T43 York and Lancaster: dynastic claims and · 489 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T43: henry, king, richard, warwick, york, edward, father, duke, crown, son.
Now Sir, to you that were so hot at Sea, Disgracing of these Colours that I wear, In honour of my Noble Lord of York Darest thou maintain the former words thou spak'st? Yes Sir, as well as you dare patronage The envious barking of your saucy Tongue, Against my Lord the Duke of Somerset. Sirrah, thy Lord I honour as he is. Why, what is he? as good a man as York. Hark ye: not so: in witness take ye that. Villain, thou knowest The Law of Arms is such, That who so draws a Sword, 'tis present death, Or else this Blow should broach thy dearest Blood. But I'll unto his Majesty, and crave, I may have liberty to venge this Wrong, When thou shalt see, I'll meet thee to thy cost. Well miscreant, I'll be there as soon as you, And after meet you, sooner than you would, Lord Bishop set the Crown upon his head. God save King Henry of that name the sixth. Now Governor of Paris take your oath, That you elect no other King but him; Esteem none Friends, but such as are his Friends, And none your Foes, but such as shall pretend Malicious practices against his State: This shall ye do, so help you righteous God. My gracious Sovereign, as I road from Calais, To haste unto your Coronation: A Letter was delivered to my hands, Writ to your Grace, from th' Duke of Burgundy. Shame to the Duke of Burgundy, and thee: I vowed (base Knight) when I did meet the next, To tear the Garter from thy Cravens leg, Which I have done, because (unworthily) Thou was't installed in that High Degree. Pardon me Princely Henry, and the rest: This Dastard, at the battle of Poitiers, When (but in all) I was six thousand strong, And that the French were almost ten to one, Before we met, or that a stroke was given, Like to a trusty Squire, did run away. In which assault, we lost twelve hundred men. Myself, and diverse Gentlemen beside, Were there surprised, and taken prisoners. Then judge (great Lords) if I have done amiss: Or whether that such Cowards ought to wear This Ornament of Knighthood, yea or no? To say the truth, this fact was infamous, And ill beseeming any common man; Much more a Knight, a Captain, and a Leader. When first this Order was ordained my Lords, Knights of the Garter were of Noble birth; Valiant, and Virtuous, full of haughty Courage, Such as were grown to credit by the wars: Not fearing Death, nor shrinking for Distress, But always resolute, in most extremes. He then, that is not furnished in this sort, Doth but usurp the Sacred name of Knight, Profaning this most Honourable Order, And should (if I were worthy to be judge) Be quite degraded, like a Hedge-borne Swain, That doth presume to boast of Gentle blood.
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Now Sir, to you that were ſo hot at Sea, Diſgracing of theſe Colours that I weare, In honor of my Noble Lord of Yorke Dar'ſt thou maintaine the former words thou ſpak'ſt? Yes Sir, as well as you dare patronage The enuious barking of your ſawcie Tongue, Againſt my Lord the Duke of Somerſet. Sirrha, thy Lord I honour as he is. Why, what is he? as good a man as Yorke. Hearke ye: not ſo: in witneſſe take ye that. Villaine, thou knoweſt The Law of Armes is ſuch, That who ſo drawes a Sword, 'tis preſent death, Or elſe this Blow ſhould broach thy deareſt Bloud. But Ile vnto his Maieſtie, and craue, I may haue libertie to venge this Wrong, When thou ſhalt ſee, Ile meet thee to thy coſt. Well miſcreant, Ile be there as ſoone as you, And after meete you, ſooner then you would, Lord Biſhop ſet the Crowne vpon his head. God ſaue King Henry of that name the ſixt. Now Gouernour of Paris take your oath, That you elect no other King but him; Eſteeme none Friends, but ſuch as are his Friends, And none your Foes, but ſuch as ſhall pretend Malicious practiſes againſt his State: This ſhall ye do, ſo helpe you righteous God. My gracious Soueraigne, as I rode from Calice, To haſte vnto your Coronation: A Letter was deliuer'd to my hands, Writ to your Grace, from th' Duke of Burgundy. Shame to the Duke of Burgundy, and thee: I vow'd (baſe Knight) when I did meete the next, To teare the Garter from thy Crauens legge, Which I haue done, becauſe (vnworthily) Thou was't inſtalled in that High Degree. Pardon me Princely Henry, and the reſt: This Daſtard, at the battell of Poictiers, When (but in all) I was ſixe thouſand ſtrong, And that the French were almoſt ten to one, Before we met, or that a ſtroke was giuen, Like to a truſtie Squire, did run away. In which aſſault, we loſt twelue hundred men. My ſelfe, and diuers Gentlemen beſide, Were there ſurpriz'd, and taken priſoners. Then iudge (great Lords) if I haue done amiſſe: Or whether that ſuch Cowards ought to weare This Ornament of Knighthood, yea or no? To ſay the truth, this fact was infamous, And ill beſeeming any common man; Much more a Knight, a Captaine, and a Leader. When firſt this Order was ordain'd my Lords, Knights of the Garter were of Noble birth; Valiant, and Vertuous, full of haughtie Courage, Such as were growne to credit by the warres: Not fearing Death, nor ſhrinking for Diſtreſſe, But alwayes reſolute, in moſt extreames. He then, that is not furniſh'd in this ſort, Doth but vſurpe the Sacred name of Knight, Prophaning this moſt Honourable Order, And ſhould (if I were worthy to be Iudge) Be quite degraded, like a Hedge-borne Swaine, That doth preſume to boaſt of Gentle blood.