Shakespeare, William / Middleton, Thomas · published 1623 · first performed or written 1606 (Annals) tragedy · King's Men T18 Rebels, barons and the king's wars at ho typicality 0.69 · 478 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T18: king, lord, wallace, earl, edward, england, scotland, rebels, bruce, english.
WHen shall we three meet again? In Thunder, Lightning, or in Raine? When the Hurley-burley's done, When the battle's lost, and won. That will be ere the set of Sun. Where the place? Upon the Heath. There to meet with Macbeth. I come, Gray-Malkin. Padock calls anon: fair is foul, and foul is fair, Hover through the fog and filthy air. What bloody man is that? he can report, As seemeth by his plight, of the Revolt The newest state. This is the Sergeant, Who like a good and hardy Soldier fought 'Gainst my Captivity: Hail brave friend; Say to the King, the knowledge of the Broil, As thou didst leave it. Doubtful it stood, As two spent Swimmers, that do cling together, And choke their Art: The merciless Macdonwald (Worthy to be a Rebel, for to that The multiplying Villainies of Nature Do swarm upon him) from the Western Isles Of Kerns and Gallowgrosses is supplied, And Fortune on his damned Quarry smiling, Showed like a Rebels Whore: but all's too weak: For brave Macbeth (well he deserves that Name) Disdaining Fortune, with his brandished Steel, Which smoked with bloody execution (Like Valour's Minion) carved out his passage, Till he faced the Slave: Which ne'er shook hands, nor bad farewell to him, Till he vnseamed him from the Nave toth' Chaps, And fixed his Head upon our Battlements. O valiant Cousin, worthy Gentlemen. As whence the Sun 'gins his reflection, Shipwracked Storms, and direful Thunders: So from that Spring, whence comfort seemed to come, Discomfort swells: Mark King of Scotland, mark, No sooner justice had, with Valour armed, Compelled these skipping Kerns to trust their heels, But the Norweyan Lord, surveying vantage, With furbished Arms, and new supplies of men, Began a fresh assault. Dismayed not this our Captains, Macbeth and Banquoh? Yes, as Sparrows, Eagles; Or the Hare, the Lion: If I say sooth, I must report they were As Cannons overcharged with double Cracks, So they doubly redoubled strokes upon the Foe: Except they meant to bathe in reeking Wounds, Or memorise another Golgotha, I cannot tell: but I am faint, My Gashes cry for help. So well thy words become thee, as thy wounds, They smack of Honour both: Go get him Surgeons. Who comes here? The worthy Thane of Rosse. What a haste looks through his eyes? So should he look, that seems to speak things strange. God save the King. Whence cam'st thou, worthy Thane? From Fife, great King, Where the Norweyan Banners flout the Sky, And fan our people cold. Norway himself, with terrible numbers, Assisted by that most disloyal Traitor, The Thane of Cawdor, began a dismal Conflict, Till that Bellona's Bridegroom, leapt in proof, Confronted him with selfe-comparisons, Point against Point, rebellious Arm 'gainst Arm, Kerbing his lavish spirit: and to conclude, The Victory fell on us. Great happiness.
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WHen ſhall we three meet againe? In Thunder, Lightning, or in Raine? When the Hurley-burley's done, When the Battaile's loſt, and wonne. That will be ere the ſet of Sunne. Where the place? Vpon the Heath. There to meet with Macbeth. I come, Gray-Malkin. Padock calls anon: faire is foule, and foule is faire, Houer through the fogge and filthie ayre. What bloody man is that? he can report, As ſeemeth by his plight, of the Reuolt The neweſt ſtate. This is the Serieant, Who like a good and hardie Souldier fought 'Gainſt my Captiuitie: Haile braue friend; Say to the King, the knowledge of the Broyle, As thou didſt leaue it. Doubtfull it ſtood, As two ſpent Swimmers, that doe cling together, And choake their Art: The mercileſſe Macdonwald (Worthie to be a Rebell, for to that The multiplying Villanies of Nature Doe ſwarme vpon him) from the Weſterne Iſles Of Kernes and Gallowgroſſes is ſupply'd, And Fortune on his damned Quarry ſmiling, Shew'd like a Rebells Whore: but all's too weake: For braue Macbeth (well hee deſerues that Name) Diſdayning Fortune, with his brandiſht Steele, Which ſmoak'd with bloody execution (Like Valours Minion) caru'd out his paſſage, Till hee fac'd the Slaue: Which neu'r ſhooke hands, nor bad farwell to him, Till he vnſeam'd him from the Naue toth' Chops, And fix'd his Head vpon our Battlements. O valiant Couſin, worthy Gentlemen. As whence the Sunne gins his reflection, Shipwracking Stormes, and direfull Thunders: So from that Spring, whence comfort ſeem'd to come, Diſcomfort ſwells: Marke King of Scotland, marke, No ſooner Iuſtice had, with Valour arm'd, Compell'd theſe skipping Kernes to truſt their heeles, But the Norweyan Lord, ſurueying vantage, With furbuſht Armes, and new ſupplyes of men, Began a freſh aſſault. Diſmay'd not this our Captaines, Macbeth and Banquoh? Yes, as Sparrowes, Eagles; Or the Hare, the Lyon: If I ſay ſooth, I muſt report they were As Cannons ouer-charg'd with double Cracks, So they doubly redoubled ſtroakes vpon the Foe: Except they meant to bathe in reeking Wounds, Or memorize another Golgotha, I cannot tell: but I am faint, My Gaſhes cry for helpe. So well thy words become thee, as thy wounds, They ſmack of Honor both: Goe get him Surgeons. Who comes here? The worthy Thane of Roſſe. What a haſte lookes through his eyes? So ſhould he looke, that ſeemes to ſpeake things ſtrange. God ſaue the King. Whence cam'ſt thou, worthy Thane? From Fiffe, great King, Where the Norweyan Banners flowt the Skie, And fanne our people cold. Norway himſelfe, with terrible numbers, Aſſiſted by that moſt diſloyall Traytor, The Thane of Cawdor, began a diſmall Conflict, Till that Bellona's Bridegroome, lapt in proofe, Confronted him with ſelfe-compariſons, Point againſt Point, rebellious Arme 'gainſt Arme, Curbing his lauiſh ſpirit: and to conclude, The Victorie fell on vs. Great happineſſe.