Edward III 205 matches with the Kyd canon
I attribute to Kyd the following portions of the play (my reference text is Giorgio Melchiori (ed.), King Edward III (Cambridge, 1998): 1.1; 3.1–3.4; 4.1–4.3; 4.5; 5.1., totalling 1,496 lines. The matches occur at a rate of one every 7.3 lines. The comparable rate for his contribution to 1 Henry VI is one every 8.3 lines.
I have compared this portion with Kyd’s acknowledged plays, using anti-plagiarism software WCopyFind together with InfoRapid Search and Replace. In recent months I have benefited from the remarkable marked-up corpus of 527 plays performed between 1552 and 1657 prepared by Pervez Rizvi, which allows users to search for n-grams and collocations in all the texts: http://www.shakespearestext.com/can/.
Texts used: King Edward III (1593), with line references to Melchiori’s edition; The Spanish Tragedy 1592, ed. W. W. Greg (Oxford, 1948; Malone Society Reprints), with line-references to The Spanish Tragedy, ed. Philip Edwards (London, 1959); Soliman and Perseda [1592/93], ed. Lukas Erne (Oxford, 2014; Malone Society Reprints); Cornelia, and The Householders Philosophie, in F. S. Boas (ed.), The Works of Thomas Kyd (Oxford, 1901, 1951). See also my essay, “Kyd, Edward III, and ‘The Shock of the New’”, ANQ 2020.
Words printed in bold face are exact matches; those underlined fulfil the same semantic or syntactical functions in both passages.
1 | Robert of Artoys banish’t though thou be, From Fraunce thy natiue Country, |
E3 1.1.1–2 |
That being banisht from my natiue soile,
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SP 1314 |
2 |
Thou shalt retayne as great a Seigniorie:
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E3 1.1.3 |
Slightly to part with so great signiorie.
|
Corn. 4.1.98 |
3 |
Did sit vpon their fathers regall Throne
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E3 1.1.7 |
But wherefore sit I in a Regall throne
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Sp. T 1.3.8 |
4 |
Your gratious selfe, the flower of Europes hope
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E3 1.1.15 |
Yes, to your gratious selfe must I complaine
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Sp. T 1.4.93 |
5 |
Wherewith they study to exclude your grace
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E3 1.1.27 |
Can bondage true nobility exclude?
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Corn. 2.1.295 | |
No sepulcher shall ere exclude / Their glorie
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Corn. 4.1.214-5 |
6 |
What then should subiects but imbrace their King?
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E3 1.1.38 |
They love each other best, what then should follow
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SP 1683 |
7 |
Hot courage is engendred in my brest
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E3 1.1.45 |
Till jealous rage (engendered with rest)
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Corn. 5.1.211 |
8 | But nowe doth mount with golden winges of fame, And will approue faire Issabells discent, |
E3 1.1.47–8 |
Now Scipio, that long’d to shew himselfe Discent of Affrican, (so fam’d for Armes) |
Corn. 4.2.67–8 |
9 |
That, for so much as by his liberall gift
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E3 1.1.58 |
As by his Scutchin plainely may appeare
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Sp. T 1.4.165 |
10 | I meane to visit him as he requests. But how? not servilely disposed to bend, But like a conquerer to make him bowe |
E3 1.1.73–5 |
And to conclude, I will revenge his death, But how? not as the vulgare wits of men, With open, but inevitable ils |
Sp. T 3.13.20–2 |
11 |
Tis not a petty Dukedome that I claime
|
E3 1.1.82 |
Perceive we not a petty vaine,
|
Corn. 2.1.370 |
12 | Then, Edward, here, in spight of all thy Lords, I doe pronounce defyaunce to thy face |
E3 1.1.87–8 |
And therefore, in despight of all thy threats | Sp. T 4.4.189 |
13 |
Defiance, French man? We rebound it backe
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E3 1.1.89 |
That valleis, hils, and rivers made rebound [noise of armies]
|
Sp. T 1.2.30 |
14 |
My gratious father, and these other Lordes
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E3 1.1.92 |
My gratious father and yee forwarde peeres
|
E3 3.3.206 | |
My gratious father, beleeve me so he doth
|
Sp. T 3.14.86 |
15 | Byd him leaue of the Lyons case he weares, Least meeting with the Lyon in the feeld, He chaunce to teare him peecemeale for his pride. |
E3 1.1.98–100 |
He hunted well that was a Lyons death, Not he that in a garment wore his skin: So Hares may pull dead Lyons by the beard. |
Sp. T 1.2.170–2 |
16 | Fervent desire that sits against my heart, Is far more thornie pricking than this blade That with the nightingale, I shall be scard |
E3 1.1.109–11 |
Happelie the gentle Nightingale Shall carroll us asleepe, ere we be ware. And, singing with the prickle at her breast |
Sp. T 2.2 48–50 |
17 |
The treacherous King no sooner was informde,
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E3 1.1.124 |
Alasse how could I, for his man no sooner Informd him, that I sought him vp and downe, |
SP 1423–4 |
18 | That is thy daughter Warwicke is it not? | E3 1.1.132 |
That was thy daughter Bel-Imperia
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Sp. T 4.4.177 |
19 |
And, Ned, take muster of our men at armes
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E3 1.1.141 |
Our men at Armes (in briefe) began to fly
|
Corn. 5.1.235 |
20 |
And likewise will him, with our owne allies
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E3 1.1.150 |
Marcht forth against him with our Musketiers
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Sp. T 1.2.44 |
21 |
Myselfe whilst you are ioyntly thus employd
|
E3 1.1.153 |
Which is, thou shouldst be thus implode
|
Sp. T 4.4.52 |
22 |
March, and once more repulse the trayterous Scot
|
E3 1.1.155 |
And once more unjust Tarquins frowne
|
Corn. 2.1.390 |
23 |
And not to spend the time in circumstaunce
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E3 3.1.8 |
And not to spend the time in trifling words
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Sp. T 2.1.44 |
24 | England was wont to harbour malcontents, Blood thirsty and seditious Catelynes |
E3 3.1.13–14 |
Blood-thirstie, with her snakie hayre | Corn. 5.1.178 |
25 | Those frothy Dutch men, puft with double beere, That drinke and swill in euery place they come, Doth not a little aggrauate mine ire, |
E3 3.1.26–8 |
-And better wast for you being in disgrace, To absent your selfe and giue his fury place. -But why had I no notice of his ire? |
Sp. T 3.10.71–3 |
26 | I heare the musicke of their drums | E3 3.1.38 |
But soft, I heare the musicke of their drums | E3 3.4.70–1 | |
But soft me thinkes he is not satisfied | SP 2057 |
27 | Requires when friends are any way distrest, I come to aide thee with my countries force, |
E3 3.1.41–2 |
And giue him aide and succour in distresse. | SP 1212 |
28 |
To reach at our imperiall dyadem,
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E3 3.1.59 |
Ah that my rich imperiall Diadem,
|
SP 661 |
29 |
Neere to the coast I have discride, my Lord
|
E3 3.1.62 |
And casts him up neare to the Coasts of Hyppon
|
Corn. 5.1.295 |
30 | Their streaming Ensignes wrought of coulloured silke, Like to a meddow full of sundry flowers |
E3 3.1.68–9 |
Both vaunting sundry colours of deuice, | Sp. T 1.2.27 |
31 |
Like to a meddow full of sundry flowers,
|
E3 3.1.69 |
Disroabde the medowes of their flowred greene,
|
Sp. T 3.7.7 |
32 |
No otherwise then were their sailes with winde
|
E3 3.1.87 |
Meane time I fild Erastus sailes with winde
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SP 1882 |
33 |
Heere in the middle coast betwixt you both
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E3 3.1.101 |
Twixt these two waies, I trod the middle path,
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Sp. T 1.1.72 |
34 | You stand for Fraunce, an Empire faire and large, Now tell me Phillip, what is thy concept, |
E3 3.1.104–5 |
Stand vp I say and tell thy tale at large. | Sp. T 1.3.58 |
35 |
Ile make a Conduit of my dearest blood
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E3 3.1.112 |
Stand from about me, ile make a pickaxe of my poniard
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Sp. T 3.12.75 |
36 |
Ile make a Conduit of my dearest blood
|
E3 3.1.112 |
Who when he lived deserved my dearest blood
|
Sp. T 3.6.14 |
37 | Ile make a Conduit of my dearest blood, Or chase those stragling vpstarts home againe, |
E3 3.1.112–13 |
Whearat, my blood stopt in my stragling vaines | Corn. 2.1.186 |
38 |
The earth with giddie trembling when it shakes
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E3 3.1.127 |
The earth with serpents shal be pestered
|
Sp. T 4.2.19 | |
And with theyr fall the trembling earth was shaken.
|
Corn. 5.1.159 |
39 |
To shew the rancor of their high swolne hearts
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E3 3.1.131 |
And here my tongue dooth stay, with swolne harts greefe
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SP 1400 | |
And here my swolne hearts greef doth stay my tongue
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SP 1401 |
40 | My hart misgiues, say mirror of pale death To whome belongs the honor of this day, Relate I pray thee, if thy breath will serue, |
E3 3.1.137–9 |
Wherein I must intreat thee to relate, The circumstance of Don Andreas death: |
Sp. T 1.4.2–3 |
41 | Relate I pray thee, if thy breath will serue, The sad discourse of this discomfiture. |
E3 3.1.140 |
Me thinks I see poore Rome in horror clad, And aged Senators in sad discourse |
Cor. 5.1.133–4 | |
1 But cf. ‘Stay Nymphe, and harke what I say of him thou blamest so, | And credit me, I haue a sad discourse to tell thee ere I go’ (Peele, The Araygnement of Paris (Q 1584), 642-3
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42 |
Both full of angry spleene, of hope and feare
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E3 3.1.146 |
Both furnisht well, both full of hope and feare
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Sp. T 1.2.25 |
44 |
Hasting to meete each other in the face
|
E3 3.1.147 |
For till by Fortune persons meete each other
|
SP 707 |
45 | By this the other that beheld these twaine, Giue earnest peny of a further wracke, |
E3 3.1.150–1 |
But if (their further furie to withstand, Which ore thy walls thy wrack sets menacing) |
Corn. 1.1.162–3 |
46 | Then gan the day to turne to gloomy night, | E3 3.1.155 |
My sommers day will turne to winters night.
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Sp. T 2.1.34 |
47 |
As those that were but newly reft of life
|
E3 3.1.157 |
Whom I in honours cause have reft of life
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SP 1357 |
48 | Purple the Sea whose channel fild as fast, With streaming gore that from the maymed fell, |
E3 3.1.161–2 |
Hieronimo, tis time for thee to trudge. Downe by the dale that flowes with purple gore, |
Sp. T 3.12.6–7 |
49 | Purple the Sea whose channel fild as fast, With streaming gore that from the maymed fell, |
E3 3.1.161–2 |
They hewe their Armour, and they cleaue their casks, Till streames of blood, like Riuers fill the Downes. |
Corn. 5.1.173–4 |
50 | With streaming gore that from the maymed fell, | E3 3.1.162 |
And Souldiers some ill maimde, some slaine outright: Heere falles a body scindred from his head, |
Sp. T 1.2.58–9 |
51 | Here flew a head, dissevered from the tronke There mangled armes and legs were tost alofte |
E3 3.1.165–6 |
Heere falls a body, scindered from his head, There legs and armes lye bleeding on the grasse |
Sp. T 1.2.59–60 |
52 | And now the effect of vallor and of force, Of resolution and of a cowardize |
E3 3.1.173–4 |
But liue t’effect thy resolution. | Sp. T 3.2.47 |
53 | But all in vaine, both Sunne the winde and tyde, Reuolted all vnto our foe mens side |
E3 3.1.180–1 |
When as a raging Sea, Tost with the winde and tide ore turnest then The vpper billowes course of waues to keep, Whilest lesser waters labour in the deepe. |
Sp. T 3.13.102–5 | |
Set me with him, and he with wofull me, Vpon the maine mast of a ship vnmand, And let the winde and tide haul me along, |
Sp. T 4.4.211–13 |
54 | And they are landed. – Thus my tale is donne: We have untimely lost, and they have woone |
E3 3.1.183–4 |
First let my tongue utter my hearts despight; And thus my tale begins: thou wicked tyrant, Thou murtherer, accursed homicide |
SP 2235–7 |
55 | -Haue we not heard the newes that flies abroad? -What newes? |
E3 3.2.6–7 |
-No, if he liued the newes would soone be heere. -Nay euill newes flie faster still than good. |
Sp. T 1.3.50–1 |
56 | I, so the Grashopper doth spend the time In mirthfull jollitie till winter come; And then too late he would redeeme his time |
E3 3.2.16–18 |
Meane while let vs deuise to spend the time In some delightfull sports and reuelling. |
Sp. T 1.4.108–9 |
57 | May, peradventure, for his negligence | E3 3.2.22 |
My innocence shall cleare my negligence | SP 566 | |
But still increaseth by his negligence | Corn. 4.1.180 | |
But we may shorten time with negligence | Corn. 4.2.148 |
58 | In sted of whome ransackt constraining warre, Syts like to Rauens vppon your houses topps, |
E3 3.2.49–50 |
Sorrow consumes mee, and in steed of rest, With folded armes I sadly sitte and weepe |
Corn. 2.1.206–7 |
59 | In sted of whome ransackt constraining warre Syts like to Rauens vppon your houses topps, |
E3 3.2.49–50 |
The cause of these constrained warres | Sp. T 3.7.61 |
60 | The forme whereof euen now my selfe beheld, Vpon this faire mountaine whence I came, |
E3 3.2.53–4 |
Conquests whereof Europe rings. And faire Venus |
Corn. 4.2.176–7 |
61 | I might perceave five Cities all on fire, Corne fieldes and vineyards burning like an oven |
E3 3.2.56–7 |
All sad and desolate our Citty lyes And for faire Corne-ground are our fields surcloid With worthles Gorse, |
Corn. 1.1.215–17 |
62 | Succesfullie I thanke the gratious heauens, | E3 3.3.18 |
And thankes to gratious heauens, that so | SP 1894 |
63 | And set our foot vpon thy tender mould, But that in froward and disdainfull pride |
E3 3.3.30–1 |
To gratious fortunes of my tender youth: For there in prime and pride of all my yeeres, |
Sp. T 1.1.7–8 |
64 | He shall be welcome; thats the thing we crave | E3 3.3.45 |
The thing we feare, lesse then the feare to be | Corn. 2.1.323 |
65 | Musing thou shouldst incroach uppon his land | E3 3.3.47 |
what are thou?/That thus incrochest upon my familiaritie | SP 1840–1 |
66 | Then is thy sallutation hony sweete | E3 3.3.73 |
But honie sweet, and honorable loue | Sp. T 2.2.53 |
67 | Bethinke thy selfe howe slacke I was at sea | E3 3.3.88 |
Bethink thy selfe Hieronimo | Sp. T 4.3.21 |
68 | Let creeping serpents hide in hollow banckes, Sting with theyr tongues; we haue remorseles swordes, |
E3 3.3.99–100 |
But put them all (remorceles) to the sword. | Corn. 5.1.162 |
69 | Let creeping serpents hide in hollow banckes, Sting with theyr tongues; we have remorseles swordes, And they shall pleade for us and our affaires |
E3 3.3.99–101 |
[BASILISCO] I fight not with my tongue; this is my oratrix. Laying his hand upon his sword |
SP 239–40 |
70 | Sting with theyr tongues; we haue remorseles swordes, And they shall pleade for vs and our affaires, |
E3 3.3.100–1 |
My tongue should plead for young Horatios right. | Sp. T 1.2.169 |
71 | May eyther of vs prosper and preuaile, | E3 3.3.107 |
Where words preuaile not, violence preuailes. But golde doth more then either of them both. |
Sp. T 2.1.108–9 |
72 | Therefore, Valoys say wilt thou yet resigne | E3 3.3.111 |
Say wilt thou be our Lieutenant here | SP 1338 |
73 | Before the sickles thrust into the Corne | E3 3.3.112 |
That thrust his sickle in my haruest corne, | SP 1735 |
74 | This Champion* fielde shallbe a poole of bloode | E3 3.3.116 |
Till streames of blood like Rivers fill the downes;… | Surcloyes the ground, and of a Champant Land Makes it a Quagmire, where (knee deepe) they stand |
Corn. 5.1.174–7 | |
And with their blood made marsh the parched plaines | Corn. 1.1.40 | |
or in a champant Countrey | HP 270.17 | |
[Note: variants of *champaign, level open country] |
75 | But one that teares her entrailes with thy handes, | E3 3.3.120 |
Vndaunted Cato, tore hys entrails out. | Corn. 4.1.25 |
76 | Obraidst thou him, because within his face, Time hath ingraud deep caracters of age: |
E3 3.3.126–7 |
What warlike wrinckles time hath charactered, With ages print vpon thy warlike face. |
SP 429–30 |
77 | Father range your battailes, prate no more | E3 3.3.137 |
Then this our steeled Battailes shall be rainged | E3 3.3.219 | |
So many enemies in battle ranged | Corn. 2.1.92 |
78 | These English faine would spend the time in words | E3 3.3.138 |
And not to spend the time in trifling words | Sp. T 2.1.44 |
79 | Now on this plaine of Cressie spred your selues, | E3 3.3.166 |
That scattering ouer spread the purple plaine. | Sp. T 1.2.62 |
80 | And Edward when thou darest, begin the fight | E3 3.3.167 |
From out our rearward to begin the fight | Sp. T 1.2.36 |
81 | That euer yet thou foughtest in pitched field | E3 3.3.173 |
Against the Sophy in three pitched fields | SP 221 |
82 | That euer yet thou foughtest in pitched field, As ancient custom is of Martialists, |
E3 3.3.173–4 |
With loving souls to place a Martialist, He died in war, and must to martial fields: |
Sp. T 1.1.46–7 | |
Was ready way unto the foresaid fields, Where lovers live, and bloody Martialists, |
Sp. T 1.1.60–1 | |
As those brave Germans, true borne Martialists | Corn. 4.2.46 |
83 | Come therefore Heralds, orderly bring forth, A strong attirement for the prince my sonne. |
E3 3.3.177–8 |
Prickt forth Horatio our Knight Marshals sonne, To challenge forth that Prince in single fight: |
Sp. T 1.2.76–7 |
84 | And print thy valiant deeds in honors booke, Fight and be valiant, vanquish where thou comst |
E3 3.3.197–8 |
So many to oppresse one valiant knight, Without respect of honour in the fight? |
Sp. T 1.4.74–5 |
85 | Astonish and transforme thy gazing foes To senselesse images of meger death, |
E3 3.3.201–2 |
Death which the poets Faine to be pale and meager; |
SP 2163–4 |
86 | -Wee leaue till thou hast won it in the fielde, -My gratious father and yee forwarde peeres |
E3 3.3.205–6 |
But gratious Madame, then appoint the field, | Sp. T 2.2.39 |
87 | And chears my greene, yet scarse-appearing strength | E3 3.3.208 |
Which slyghtly cover’d with a scarce–seen skyn | Corn. 3.1.86 |
88 | We temper it with Audley’s gravitie | E3 3.3.222 |
Now I must beare a face of gravitie | Sp. T 3.13.56 |
89 | That, courage and experience joynd in one | E3 3.3.223 |
Friendship and hardie valour joynd in one | Sp. T 1.2.75 |
90 | For the mayne battells I will guide my selfe | E3 3.3.225 |
In their maine battell made so great a breach | Sp. T 1.2.66 |
91 | But straite retyring so dismaide the rest, | E3 3.4.7 |
In their maine battell made so great a breach, That halfe dismaid, the multitude retirde |
Sp. T 1.2.66–7 |
92 | If we can counsell some of them to stay | E3 3.4.13 |
Brought rescue and encouragd them to stay | Sp. T 1.2.69 |
93 | That hast this day given way unto the right | E3 3.4.21 |
Was ready way unto the foresaid fields | E3 3.4.21 |
94 | The snares of French, like Emmets on a banke, Muster about him; whilest he, Lion like Intangled in the net of their assaults |
E3 3.4.41–3 |
and as a household Campe Of creeping Emmets in a Countrey Farme, That come to forrage when the cold begins, Cover the earth so thicke… Even so our battails. |
Corn. 5.1.72–9 |
95 | Yet good my lord ’tis is too much wilfulnes | E3 3.4.54 |
Domde to thy selfe by thine own wilfulness | SP 1620 |
96 | To let his blood be spilt that may be saude | E3 3.4.55 |
Yet must his bloud be spilt for my behoofe | SP 1954 | |
But Ile now weare it till thy bloud be spilt. | Sp. T 1.3.87 |
97 | And dare a Falcon when shees in her flight, | E3 3.4.59 |
Marking my times as Faulcons watch their flight. | SP 78 |
98 | O would my life might ransome him from death | E3 3.4.69 |
Which villaine shalbe ransomed with thy deeth, | Sp. T 3.1.97 | |
Could ransome thee from fell deaths tirannie, To win thy life would Soliman be poore, |
SP 665–6 |
100 | But soft me thinkes I heare, The dismall charge of Trumpets loud retreat: |
E3 3.4.70–1 |
Here meanes the wrathfull muse in seas of teares, And lowd laments to tell a dismall tale: |
SP 29–30 |
101 | Enter Prince Edward … bearing in his hande | E3 3.4.73.0 |
The fiery Spaniard, bearing in his face | SP 118 |
102 | Some will returne with tidings, good or bad | E3 3.4.73 |
We will returne with all speede possible | SP 1934 |
103 | …bearing in his hand his shivered Lance | E3 3.4.73.1 |
And shivered Launces darke the troubled aire | Sp. T 1.2.54 | |
The shyvered Launces (rattling in the ayre) Fly forth as thicke as moates about the Sunne |
Corn. 5.1.170–1 |
104 | Welcome, brave prince! Welcome, Plantagenet | E3 3.4.75 |
Welcome Balthazar, Welcome brave Prince. | Sp. T 3.14.106–7 | |
Braue Prince of Cipris, and our sonne in law, Welcome these worthies by their seuerall countries, |
SP 178–9 |
105 | My paynefull voyage on the boystrous sea, | E3 3.4.79 |
At random wandring in a boistrous Sea, | Corn. 1.1.80 |
106 | My paynefull voyage on the boystrous sea, Of warres deuouring gulphes and steely rocks, I bring my fraught vnto the wished port, |
E3 3.4.79–81 |
-A blisfull war with me thy chiefest friend. -Full fraught with loue, and burning with desire, I long haue longd for light of Hymens lights. |
SP 749–51 |
107 | I bring my fraught vnto the wished port | E3 3.4.81 |
She wisheth port, where riding all at ease | Sp. T 2.2.8 | |
But (wishing) could not find so faire an end; Till fraught with yeeres, and honor both at once |
Corn. 2.1.165–6 |
108 | I bring my fraught vnto the wished port, My Summers hope, my trauels sweet reward: |
E3 3.4.81–2 |
Possession of thy loue is th’onely port, Wherein my hart with feares and hopes long tost, |
Sp. T 2.2.12–13 |
109 | And then new courage made me fresh againe, | E3 3.4.96 |
And ad fresh courage to my fainting limmes. | SP 113 |
110 | I, well thou hast deserved a knighthood, Ned! | E3 3.4.101 |
For well thou hast deserved to be honoured | Sp. T 1.4.131 |
111 | Heere is a note my gratious Lord of those, That in this conflict of our foes were slaine |
E3 3.4.107–8 |
If you unjustly deale with those, that in your justice trust | Sp. T 3.2.11 | |
And in that conflict was Andrea slaine. | Sp. T 1.2.71 |
112 | Myselfe and Derby will to Calice streight; And there be gyrt that Hauen towne with seege: |
E3 3.4.118–19 |
Weele lay the ports and hauens round about, And let a proclamation straight be made, |
SP 1092–3 |
113 | For this kind of furtherance of your king and you | E3 4.1.5 |
That which may comfort both your King and you | Sp. T 1.4.148 |
114 | To sweare allegeance to his maiesty: In signe where of receiue this Coronet |
E3 4.1.6–7 |
Till when, receiue this pretious Carcanet, In signe, that as these linkes are interlaced, |
SP 755–6 |
115 | In sign whereof receive this Coronet | E3 4.1.7 |
Presents your highnes with this Coronet | E3 5.1.100 | |
With many a fresh-flowrd Coronet | Corn. 4.2.191 |
116 | Thou wilt returne my prisoner back againe; | And that | E3 4.1.38–9 |
Because I now am Christian againe, | And that | SP 2111 |
117 | Thus once I meane to trie a French mans faith | E3 4.1.43 |
-In courtly French shall all her phraises be. -You meane to trye my cunning then Hieronimo. |
Sp. T 4.1.178 |
118 | Since they refuse our profered league my Lord | E3 4.2.1 |
Thy kingly proffers, and thy promist league, | Sp. T 3.12.33 |
119 | And will not ope their gates and let vs in | E3 4.2.2 |
Leaue protestations now, and let vs hie | SP 453 |
120 | What are you, living men or gliding ghosts Crept from your graves to walke upon the earth? |
E3 4.2.13–14 |
When as my gliding ghost shall follow thee | SP 2356 | |
And loe (me thought) came glyding by my bed The ghost of Pompey, with a ghastly looke |
Corn. 3.1.75–6 |
121 | Command that victuals be appoynted them, | E3 4.2.31 |
For heere did Don Lorenzos Page appoint, That thou by his command shouldst meet with him. |
Sp. T 3.4.24–5 |
122 | The Lion scornes to touch the yeelding pray | E3 4.2.33 |
I scorne them as a rechlesse Lion scornes | SP 636 |
123 | What was he tooke him prisoner in the field? | E3 4.2.48 |
Thats none of mine, but his that tooke him prisoner | Sp. T 2.3.34 |
124 | To yeeld the towne and Castle to your hands | E3 4.2.64 |
At our intreaty, therefore yeeld the towne | SP 2216 |
125 | To yeeld the towne and Castle to your hands Upon condition |
E3 4.2.64–5 |
Both lay your hands / Upon the Alcoran | SP 2014-15 |
126 | Vpon condition it will please your grace | E3 4.2.65 |
Wilt please your grace command me ought besid? | Sp. T 2.3.28 |
127 | And prostrate yeeld themselves, upon their knees To | E3 4.2.77 |
And made them bow their knees to Albion | Sp. T 1.4.171 |
128 | Not for his sake, my gratious Lord, so much | Am I become |
E3 4.3.3–4 |
Nor halfe so much am I a friend to Rhodes | SP 639 |
129 | That happen for aduantage of our foes, | E3 4.3.8 |
Taking aduantage of his foes distresse, | Sp. T 1.4.24 |
130 | Which I in conscience may not violate, Or else a kingdome should not draw me hence. |
E3 4.3.27–6 |
Which murdrer-like against thy selfe he drawes: And violates both God and Natures lawes. |
Corn. 3.2.37–8 |
131 | Why, is it lawfull for a man to kill | E3 4.3.35 |
Now, as it is not lawfull for a man | Corn. 2.1.331 |
132 | Giue me the paper, Ile subscribe to it, | E3 4.3.48 |
And to this peace their Viceroy hath subscribde. <Giue the King a paper |
Sp. T 1.2.92 |
133 | For that shalbe the haples dreadfull day, | E3 4.3.71 |
This is the hope that feeds my haples daies, | Corn. 3.3.63 |
134 | Or airie foule make men in armes to quake, | E3 4.3.77 |
I mou’d mine head, and flonge abroade mine armes To entertaine him, but his airie spirit, |
Corn. 3.1.101–2 |
135 | Since he doth promise we shall driue him hence, And forrage their Countrie as they haue don ours |
E3 4.3.80–1 |
Of creeping Emmets, in a Countrey Farme, That come to forrage when the cold begins: |
Corn. 5.1.73–4 |
136 | By this revenge that losse will seeme the lesse. | But | E3 4.3.82 |
And make your late discomfort seeme the lesse. | But | Sp. T 1.4.149 | |
My sorrow yet would never seeme the lesse | Corn. 2.1.223 |
137 | the birdes cease singing, and the wandring brookes, Murmure no wonted greeting to their shores, |
E3 4.5.5–6 |
Her wonted teares of loue she doth renew. The wandring Swallow with her broken song, |
Corn. 3.1.6–7 |
138 | Our men, with open mouthes and staring eyes | E3 4.5.9 |
the vulgare wits of men, | With open, but inevitable ills | Sp. T 3.13.21–2 |
139 | Looke on each other, as they did attend | E3 4.5.10 |
Looke on thy loue, beholde yong Balthazar | Sp. T 3.10.79 |
140 | Harke, what a deadly outcrie do I heare? | E3 4.5.19 |
He shrikes, I heard, and yet me thinks I heare, His dismall out-cry eccho in the aire: |
Sp. T 4.4.108–9 |
141 | [A ‘flight of ravens’ imitates the formation of the army below] And keep in triangles and cornerd squares Right as our forces are imbatteled |
E3 4.5.30–1 |
Our battels both were pitcht in squadron form Each corner strongly fenst with wings of shot [squadron: ‘A body of soldiers drawn up in square formation’] |
Sp. T 1.2.32–3 |
142 | I, now I call to mind the prophesie | E3 4.5.39 |
I, now I know thee, now thou namest my Sonne | Sp. T 3.13.161 | |
I, now I lay Perseda at thy feet | SP 2262 |
143 | For when we see a horse laid down to die | E3 4.5.46 |
And (sooth to say) why feare we when we see | Corn. 2.1.322 |
144 | Which of these twaine is greater infamie | E3 4.5.82 |
To which of these twaine art thou prisoner | Sp. T 1.2.153 |
145 | But with a gardion I shall be controld | E3 4.5.95 |
The others shall bee such inferiours as shall be controld | HP 264.38–9 |
146 | To put his princely sonne, blacke Edward, in | E3 4.5.111 |
First, for the marriage of his Princely Sonne | Sp. T 3.12.39 |
147 | And saie, the prince was smoothered and not slaine | E3 4.5.122 |
But straight the Prince was beaten from his horse | Sp. T 1.2.79 |
148 | And tell the king this is not all his ill, |
E3 4.5.123 |
Say trecherous Villuppo, tell the King, Or wherein hath Alexandro vsed thee ill? |
Sp. T 3.1.90–1 |
149 | Your grace should see a glorious day of this | E3 4.6.11 |
We should have found a bloody day of this | Corn. 5.1.124 |
150 | the ground itself is armd. / Fire-containing flint! | E3 4.6.13–14 |
A fearfull Hagge, with fier–darting eyes | Corn. 5.1.179 | |
With bristled backs, and fire-sparkling eyes | Corn. 5.1.214 |
151 | Our multitudes are in themselues confounded, Dismayed, and distraught |
E3 4.6.18–19 |
That halfe dismaid, the multitude retired | Sp. T 1.2.67 |
152 | Hath buzd a cold dismaie through all our armie | E3 4.6.20 |
To scoure about through all our Regiment | SP 3.1.144–5 |
153 | With strong surprise of weake and yeelding feare. | E3 4.6.27 |
My woes waxt stronger, and my selfe grew weake | Corn. 2.1.202 |
154 | Our trumpets sound dishonor, and retire, | E3 4.6.31 |
Let not thy Souldiers sound a base retire, | SP 605 |
155 | Some twenty naked starvelings with small flints | E3 4.6.37 |
To beat them downe as fierce as thundring flints | Corn. 5.1.280 |
156 | Thy bloudie Ensignes are my captiue colours, And you high vanting Charles of Normandie |
E3 4.7.2–3 |
Both vaunting sundry colours of deuice, | Sp. T 1.2.27 |
157 | O Prince thy sweet bemoning speech to me. Is as a morneful knell to one dead sicke. |
E3 4.7.26–7 |
Whose mournfull passions, dull the mornings ioyes. Whose sweeter sleepes, are turnd to fearefull dreames |
Corn. 3.1.15–16 |
158 | My armes shalbe thy graue, what may I do To win thy life, or to reuenge thy death, |
E3 4.7.29–30 |
I haue reuengd thy deaths with many deaths | SP 2354 |
159 | My armes shalbe thy graue, what may I do, To win thy life, or to reuenge thy death, |
E3 4.7.29–30 |
And feare shall force what frendship cannot winne. Thy death shall bury what thy life conceales. |
Sp. T 2.1.68–9 | |
To win thy life would Soliman be poore | SP 666 |
160 | The neuer dying honor of this daie, Share wholie Audley to thy selfe and liue |
E3 4.7.35–6 |
The prize and honor of the day is his, But now vnmaske thy selfe, that we may see, |
SP 427–8 |
161 | If I could hold dym death but at a bay, | E3 4.7.39 |
In black darke night, to pale dim cruell death. | Sp. T 4.4.107 |
162 | Cheerely bold man, thy soule is all to proud, To yeeld her Citie for one little breach, |
E3 4.7.44–5 |
-At our intreaty, therefore yeeld the towne. -Why what art thou that boldly bids vs yeeld? |
SP 2216–17 |
163 | And as thou lovest me, Prince, lay thy consent To this bequeath in my last testament |
E3 4.7.54–5 |
Brusor, as thou lovest me, stab in the marshall Least he detect us unto the world |
SP 2078–9 |
164 | Come gentlemen, I will see my friend bestowed, With in an easie Litter, then wele martch |
E3 4.7.60–1 |
The rest martch on, but ere they be dismist, We will bestow on euery souldier two duckets, |
Sp. T 1.2.129–30 |
165 | then wele martch. Proudly toward Callis with tryumphant pace, Vnto my royall father, |
E3 4.7.61–3 |
Come marching on towards your royall seate | Sp. T 1.2.104 |
166 | Vnto my royall father, and there bring, The tribut of my wars, faire Fraunce his king |
E3 4.7.63–4 |
Young Prince, although thy fathers hard misdeedes, In keeping backe the tribute that he owes, |
Sp. T 1.2.134–5 |
167 | And now vnto this proud resisting towne, Souldiers assault, I will no longer stay |
E3 5.1.4–5 |
Souldiers, assault the towne on euery side | SP 2326 |
168 | And we are come with willingnes to beare, What tortering death or punishment you please, |
E3 5.1.16–17 |
Death (haply that our willingnes doth see) | Corn. 2.1.280 |
169 | But as imperiall iustice hath decreed, | E3 5.1.35 |
Solliciting for iustice and reuenge: But they are plac’t in those imperiall heights, |
Sp. T 3.7.14–15 |
170 | Your bodies shalbe dragd about these wals, | E3 5.1.36 |
And thy dismembred body (stab’d and torne,) Dragd through the streets, disdained to bee borne. |
Corn. 3.2 80–1 |
171 | And after feele the stroake of quartering steele, This is your dome, go souldiers see it done. |
E3 5.1.37–8 |
And at my hands receiue the stroake of death Domde to thy selfe by thine owne wilfulnes. |
SP 1619–20 |
172 | Alhough experience teach vs, this is true, That peacefull quietnes brings most delight, |
E3 5.1.47–8 |
Nor dies Reuenge although he sleepe a while, For in vnquiet, quietnes is faind: |
Sp. T 3.15.23–4 |
173 | As conquer other by the dynt of sword, Phillip preuaile, we yeeld to thy request, |
E3 5.1.52–3 |
Thou hast preuailde, ile conquer my misdoubt, | Sp. T 2.4.20 |
174 | -That would not yeeld his prisoner to my Queen -I am my liege a Northen Esquire indeed |
E3 5.1.66–7 |
-To which of these twaine art thou prisoner. -To me my Liege. |
Sp. T 1.2.153–4 |
175 | To contradict our royall Queenes desire | E3 5.1.70 |
Who dares to contradict our Emporie? | Corn 4.2.121 |
176 | -To contradict our royall Queenes desire? No wilfull disobedience mightie Lord, But my desert and publike law at armes. |
E3 5.1.70–2 |
That Soliman can giue, or thou desire. But thy desert in conquering Rhodes |
Sp. T 4.4.14–15 |
177 | But my desert and publike law at armes | E3 5.1.72 |
A man of my desert and excellence | SP 1786 |
178 | I tooke the King my selfe in single fight | E3 5.1.73 |
And tooke the King of Portingale in fight | Sp. T 1.4.155 |
179 | I tooke the king my selfe in single fight | E3 5.1.73 |
To challenge forth that Prince in single fight | Sp. T 1.2.77 | |
I saw him hand to hand | In single fight | Sp. T 1.3.63–4 |
180 | Had but your gratious selfe bin there in place | E3 5.1.82 |
Yes, to your gratious selfe must I complaine | Sp. T 1.4.93 |
181 | His name I reverence, but his person more | E3 5.1.85 |
Him we adore, and in his name I crie | SP 232 |
182 | A troupe of Launces met vs on the way | E3 5.1.113 |
Then Ferdinando met vs on the way | SP 1120 |
183 | But ere we went, Salute your King, quoth he | E3 5.1.120 |
But ere we joynd and came to push of Pike | Sp. T 1.2.34 | |
But ere we could summon him a land | SP 2010 |
184 | But ere we went, salute your king, quothe hee, Bid him prouide a funerall for his sonne, |
E3 5.1.120–1 |
Send him (quoth he) to our infernall King: | Sp. T 1.1.52 |
185 | The French had cast their trenches like a ring, | E3 5.1.133 |
The selfe-same day, to dig and cast new Trenches | Corn. 5.1.64 |
186 | And every Barricados open front Was thick imbost1 with brasen ordynaunce |
E3 5.1.134–5 |
Whose Temples, Pallaces, and walls embost, In power, and force, and fierceness, seem’d to threat |
Corn. 2.1.270–1 | |
In one hand held his Targe of steele embost, And in the other graspt his Coutelas |
Corn. 5.1.105–6 | |
1 In the corpus of pre-1596 plays ‘e/imbost’ is used 3 times, referring to animals and humans, while in 1 Tamb. we find ‘Embost with silke.’ These are the only instances where the word is used in connection with defences or warfare. |
187 | The battailes joyne: and, when we could no more | E3 5.1.150 |
Both battailes joyne and fall to handie blowes | Sp. T 1.2.47 |
188 | When I should meete with my belooued sonne: Sweete Ned, |
E3 5.1.159–60 |
My best beloued, my sweet and onely Sonne. | Sp. T 1.3.38 |
189 | When I should meete with my belooued sonne | E3 5.1.159 |
Deare was the life of my beloued Sonne | Sp. T 3.2.44 | |
Where thus they murdered my beloued Sonne. | Sp. T 4.2.5 |
190 | With hope of sharpe vnheard of dyre reuenge | E3 5.1.165 |
The plot is laid of dyre reuenge | Sp. T 4.3.28 |
191 | Shall mourners be, and weepe out bloody teares, Vntill their emptie vaines be drie and sere |
E3 5.1.168–9 |
Then make the blood fro forth my branch-like vaines, Lyke weeping Riuers trickle by your vaults; |
Corn. 2.1.5–6 |
192 | While we bewaile our valiant sonnes decease. | E3 5.1.175 |
That he deliuereth for his sonnes dicease | Sp. T 3.13.98 | |
With ceasles plaints, for my deceased sonne? | Sp. T 3.7.4 |
193 | The French mans terror and his countries fame, | E3 5.1.179 |
Cæsar is now earths fame, and Fortunes terror, | Corn. 4.2.35 |
194 | Triumphant rideth like a Romane peere | E3 5.1.180 |
The death of Aiax, or some Romaine peere | Sp. T 4.4.80 |
195 | King Iohn of France, together with his sonne, In captiue bonds, whose diadem he brings |
E3 5.1.182–3 |
Thou hadst some hope to weare this Diadome, If first my Sonne and then my selfe were slaine: |
Sp. T 1.3.83–4 |
196 | Away with mourning, Phillipe, wipe thine eies | E3 5.1.185 |
Heere, take my hand-Kercher and wipe thine eies | Sp. T 3.13.83 |
197 | So doth my sonne reioyce his fathers heart, For whom euen now my soule was much perplext |
E3 5.1.188–9 |
What then remaines for my perplexed heart? | SP 904 |
198 | -For whom euen now my soule was much perplext -Be this a token to expresse my ioy, |
E3 5.1.190–1 |
This was a token twixt thy soule and me, | Sp. T 3.13.88 |
199 | My gracious father, here receiue the gift | E3 5.1.192 |
My gratious Father, beleeue me so he doth | Sp. T 3.14.86 |
200 | How many ciuill townes had stoode vntoucht, That now are turnd to ragged heaps of stones? |
E3 5.1.203–4 |
Haue we not seene them turn’d to heapes of stones? | Corn. 2.1.274 |
201 | Thy ransome Iohn, hereafter shall be known But first to England thou must crosse the seas, |
E3 5.1.209–10 |
Horatio thou didst force him first to yeeld, His ransome therefore is thy valours fee |
Sp. T 1.2.182–3 |
202 | The dangerous conflicts I haue often had, The fearefull menaces were proffered me, |
E3 5.1.225–6 |
Their harts were great, their clamours menacing, Their strength alike, their strokes both dangerous. |
Sp. T 1.4.14–15 |
203 | The heate and cold, and what else might displease And hopeless trusteth to the trustles windes. |
E3 5.1.227 |
And spunge my bodies heate of moisture so, As my displeased soule may shunne my hart. |
Corn. 2.1.7–8 |
204 | The painfull traffike of my tender youth | E3 5.1.230 |
To gratious fortunes of my tender youth | Sp. T 1.1.7 |
205 | God willing then for England wele be shipt, Where in a happie houre I trust we shall | Arriue |
E3 5.1.241–3 |
Trots to the Hauen, where his ships he finds, | Corn. 5.1.289–90 |