Anonymous / Marlowe, Christopher / Shakespeare, William / Nashe, Thomas · published 1623 · first performed or written 1590 (Annals) history · Derby's (Strange's) Men T43 York and Lancaster: dynastic claims and typicality 0.82 · 487 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T43: henry, king, richard, warwick, york, edward, father, duke, crown, son.
Since thou dost deign to woe her little worth, To be the Princely Bride of such a Lord: Upon condition I may quietly Enjoy mine own, the Country Maine and Anjou, Free from oppression, or the stroke of War, My daughter shall be Henry's, if he please. That is her ransom, I deliver her, And those two Counties I will undertake Your Grace shall well and quietly enjoy. And I again in Henry's Royal name, As Deputy unto that gracious King, Give thee her hand for sign of plighted faith. Reignier of France, I give thee Kingly thankes, Because this is in Traffic of a King. And yet me thinks I could be well content To be mine own Attorney in this case. I'll over then to England with this news. And make this marriage to be solemnized: So farewell Reignier, set this Diamond safe In Golden Palaces as it becomes. I do embrace thee, as I would embrace The Christian Prince King Henry were he here. Farewell my Lord, good wishes, praise, & prayers, Shall Suffolk ever have of Margaret. Farewell sweet Madam: but hark you Margaret, No Princely commendations to my King? Such commendations as becomes a Maid, A Virgin, and his Servant, say to him. Words sweetly placed, and modesty directed, But Madame, I must trouble you again, No loving Token to his Majesty? Yes, my good Lord, a pure unspotted heart, Never yet taint with love, I send the King. And this withal. That for thyself, I will not so presume, To send such peevish tokens to a King. Oh wert thou for myself: but Suffolk stay, Thou mayest not wander in that Labyrinth, There Minotaurs and ugly Treasons lurk, Solicit Henry with her wondrous praise. Bethink thee on her Virtues that surmount, Mad natural Graces that extinguish Art, Repeat their semblance often on the Seas, That when thou comest to kneel at Henry's feet, Thou mayest bereave him of his wits with wonder. Bring forth that Sorceress condemned to burn. Ah Ione, this kills thy Father's heart outright, Have I sought every Country far and near, And now it is my chance to find thee out, Must I behold thy timeless cruel death: Ah Ione, sweet daughter Ione, I'll die with thee. Decrepit Miser, base ignoble Wretch, I am descended of a gentler blood. Thou art no Father, nor no Friend of mine. Out, out: My Lords, and please you, 'tis not so I did beget her, all the Parish knows: Her Mother liveth yet, can testify She was the first fruit of my Bach'ler-ship. Graceless, wilt thou deny thy Parentage? This argues what her kind of life hath been, Wicked and vile, and so her death concludes. Fie Ione, that thou wilt be so obstacle: God knows, thou art a collop of my flesh, And for thy sake have I shed many a tear: Deny me not, I prithee, gentle Ione.
seed 43: T8 · seed 44: T50 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
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Since thou doſt daigne to woe her little worth, To be the Princely Bride of ſuch a Lord: Vpon condition I may quietly Enioy mine owne, the Country Maine and Aniou, Free from oppreſſion, or the ſtroke of Warre, My daughter ſhall be Henries, if he pleaſe. That is her ranſome, I deliuer her, And thoſe two Counties I will vndertake Your Grace ſhall well and quietly enioy. And I againe in Henries Royall name, As Deputy vnto that gracious King, Giue thee her hand for ſigne of plighted faith. Reignier of France, I giue thee Kingly thankes, Becauſe this is in Trafficke of a King. And yet me thinkes I could be well content To be mine owne Atturney in this caſe. Ile ouer then to England with this newes. And make this marriage to be ſolemniz'd: So farewell Reignier, ſet this Diamond ſafe In Golden Pallaces as it becomes. I do embrace thee, as I would embrace The Chriſtian Prince King Henrie were he heere. Farewell my Lord, good wiſhes, praiſe, & praiers, Shall Suffolke euer haue of Margaret. Farwell ſweet Madam: but hearke you Margaret, No Princely commendations to my King? Such commendations as becomes a Maide, A Virgin, and his Seruant, ſay to him. Words ſweetly plac'd, and modeſtie directed, But Madame, I muſt trouble you againe, No louing Token to his Maieſtie? Yes, my good Lord, a pure vnſpotted heart, Neuer yet taint with loue, I ſend the King. And this withall. That for thy ſelfe, I will not ſo preſume, To ſend ſuch peeuiſh tokens to a King. Oh wert thou for my ſelfe: but Suffolke ſtay, Thou mayeſt not wander in that Labyrinth, There Minotaurs and vgly Treaſons lurke, Solicite Henry with her wonderous praiſe. Bethinke thee on her Vertues that ſurmount, Mad naturall Graces that extinguiſh Art, Repeate their ſemblance often on the Seas, That when thou com'ſt to kneele at Henries feete, Thou mayeſt bereaue him of his wits with wonder. Bring forth that Sorcereſſe condemn'd to burne. Ah Ione, this kils thy Fathers heart out-right, Haue I ſought euery Country farre and neere, And now it is my chance to finde thee out, Muſt I behold thy timeleſſe cruell death: Ah Ione, ſweet daughter Ione, Ile die with thee. Decrepit Miſer, baſe ignoble Wretch, I am deſcended of a gentler blood. Thou art no Father, nor no Friend of mine. Out, out: My Lords, and pleaſe you, 'tis not ſo I did beget her, all the Pariſh knowes: Her Mother liueth yet, can teſtifie She was the firſt fruite of my Bach'ler-ſhip. Graceleſſe, wilt thou deny thy Parentage? This argues what her kinde of life hath beene, Wicked and vile, and ſo her death concludes. Fye Ione, that thou wilt be ſo obſtacle: God knowes, thou art a collop of my fleſh, And for thy ſake haue I ſhed many a teare: Deny me not, I prythee, gentle Ione.