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 · 488 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T43: henry, king, richard, warwick, york, edward, father, duke, crown, son.
Stain to thy Countrymen, thou hearest thy doom: Be packing therefore, thou that was't a knight: Henceforth we banish thee on pain of death. And now Lord Protector, view the Letter Sent from our Uncle Duke of Burgundy. What means his Grace, that he hath changed his Style? No more but plain and bluntly? (To the King.) Hath he forgot he is his Sovereign? Or doth this churlish Superscription Pretend some alteration in good will? What's here? I have upon especial cause, Moved with compassion of my Country's wrack, Together with the pitiful complaints Of such as your oppression feeds upon, Forsaken your pernicious Faction, And joined with Charles, the rightful king of France. O monstrous Treachery: Can this be so? That in alliance, amity, and oaths, There should be found such false dissembling guile? What? doth my Uncle Burgundy revolt? He doth my Lord, and is become your foe. Is that the worst this Letter doth contain? It is the worst, and all (my Lord) he writes. Why then Lord Talbot there shall talk with him, And give him chastisement for this abuse. How say you (my Lord) are you not content? Content, my Liege? Yes: But that I am prevented, I should have begged I might have been employed. Then gather strength, and march unto him strait: Let him perceive how ill we brook his Treason, And what offence it is to flout his Friends. I go my Lord, in heart desiring still You may behold confusion of your foes. Grant me the Combat, gracious Sovereign. And me (my Lord) grant me the Combat too. This is my Servant, hear him Noble Prince. And this is mine (sweet Henry) favour him. Be patiented Lords, and give them leave to speak. Say Gentlemen, what makes you thus exclaim, And wherefore crave you Combat? Or with whom? With him (my Lord) for he hath done me wrong. And I with him, for he hath done me wrong. What is that wrong, whereof you both complain First let me know, and then I'll answer you. Crossing the Sea, from England into France, This Fellow here with envious carping tongue, Upbraided me about the Rose I wear, Saying, the sanguine colour of the Leaves Did represent my Masters blushing cheeks: When stubbornly he did repugn the truth, About a certain question in the Law, Argued betwixt the Duke of York, and him: With other vile and ignominious terms. In confutation of which rude reproach, And in defence of my Lord's worthiness, I crave the benefit of Law of Arms. And that is my petition (Noble Lord:) For though he seem with forged quaint conceit To set a gloss upon his bold intent, Yet know (my Lord) I was provoked by him, And he first took exceptions at this badge, Pronouncing that the paleness of this Flower, Bewrayed the faintness of my Master's heart. Will not this malice Somerset be left?
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Staine to thy Countrymen, thou hear'ſt thy doom: Be packing therefore, thou that was't a knight: Henceforth we baniſh thee on paine of death. And now Lord Protector, view the Letter Sent from our Vnckle Duke of Burgundy. What meanes his Grace, that he hath chaung'd his Stile? No more but plaine and bluntly? (To the King.) Hath he forgot he is his Soueraigne? Or doth this churliſh Superſcription Pretend ſome alteration in good will? What's heere? I haue vpon eſpeciall cauſe, Mou'd with compaſſion of my Countries wracke, Together with the pittifull complaints Of ſuch as your oppreſſion feedes vpon, Forſaken your pernitious Faction, And ioyn'd with Charles, the rightfull king of France. O monſtrous Treachery: Can this be ſo? That in alliance, amity, and oathes, There ſhould be found ſuch falſe diſſembling guile? What? doth my Vnckle Burgundy reuolt? He doth my Lord, and is become your foe. Is that the worſt this Letter doth containe? It is the worſt, and all (my Lord) he writes. Why then Lord Talbot there ſhal talk with him, And giue him chaſticement for this abuſe. How ſay you (my Lord) are you not content? Content, my Liege? Yes: But yt I am preuented, I ſhould haue begg'd I might haue bene employd. Then gather ſtrength, and march vnto him ſtraight: Let him perceiue how ill we brooke his Treaſon, And what offence it is to flout his Friends. I go my Lord, in heart deſiring ſtill You may behold confuſion of your foes. Grant me the Combate, gracious Soueraigne. And me (my Lord) grant me the Combate too. This is my Seruant, heare him Noble Prince. And this is mine (ſweet Henry) fauour him. Be patient Lords, and giue them leaue to ſpeak. Say Gentlemen, what makes you thus exclaime, And wherefore craue you Combate? Or with whom? With him (my Lord) for he hath done me wrong. And I with him, for he hath done me wrong. What is that wrong, wherof you both complain Firſt let me know, and then Ile anſwer you. Croſſing the Sea, from England into France, This Fellow heere with enuious carping tongue, Vpbraided me about the Roſe I weare, Saying, the ſanguine colour of the Leaues Did repreſent my Maſters bluſhing cheekes: When ſtubbornly he did repugne the truth, About a certaine queſtion in the Law, Argu'd betwixt the Duke of Yorke, and him: With other vile and ignominious tearmes. In confutation of which rude reproach, And in defence of my Lords worthineſſe, I craue the benefit of Law of Armes. And that is my petition (Noble Lord:) For though he ſeeme with forged queint conceite To ſet a gloſſe vpon his bold intent, Yet know (my Lord) I was prouok'd by him, And he firſt tooke exceptions at this badge, Pronouncing that the paleneſſe of this Flower, Bewray'd the faintneſſe of my Maſters heart. Will not this malice Somerſet be left?