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The True Tragedy of Richard the Third · chunk 33 of 40

Anonymous · published 1594 · first performed or written 1591 [1588-1594] (Annals)
tragedy; history · Queen Elizabeth's Men
unassigned nearest T50 Fleets, armies and generals: war by sea · 453 words

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Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T50: sea, honour, general, soldiers, men, ship, fight, soldier, king, vittori.

Good my Lord depart, and leave me to myself. I pray my Lord, let me go along with you. My Lord it may not be, for I have promised my father that none shall come but myself, therefore good my Lord depart. Good my Lord have a care of yourself, I like not these night walks and scouting abroad in the evenings so disguised, for you must not now that you are in the usurper dominions, and you are the only mark he aims at, and your last nights absence bred such amazement in our soldiers, that they like men wanting the power to follow Arms, were on a sudden more liker to fly than to fight: therefore good my Lord, if I may not stand near, let me stand aloof off. Content thee good Oxford, and though I confess myself bound to thee for thy especial care, yet at this time I pray thee hold me excused. But farewell my Lord, here comes my Lord and father. Captain I pray thee bring me word when thou dost descry the enemy. And so farewell, and leave me for a while. How fares my gracious Lord and father? In good health my son, & the better to see thee thus forward in this laudable enterprise, but omitting vain circumstances, and to come briefly to the purpose, I am now in few words to deliver much matter. For know this, when I came to crave leave of the King to depart from the court, the king very furiously began to charge me that I was both acquainted with thy practises and drifts, and that I knew of thy landing, and by no means would grant me leave to go, till as pledge of my loyalty and true dealing with the king, I should leave my young son George Stanley. Thus have I left my son in the hands of a tyrant, only of purpose to come and speak with thee. But omitting this, I pray tell me, shall I look for your help in the battle? Son I cannot, for as I will not go to the usurper, no more I will not come to thee. Why then it is bootless for us to stay, for all we presumed upon, was on your aid. Why son, George Stanley's death would do you no pleasure. Why the time is too troublesome, for him to tend to follow execution. O son, tyrants expect no time, and George Stanley being young and a grissell, is the more easy to be made away. This news goes to my heart, but 'tis in vain for me to look for victory, when with a molehill, we shall encounter with a mountain.
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Metadata, position in the edition, topic in the other seeds
PlayThe True Tragedy of Richard the Third
AuthorAnonymous
Publication year (edition)1594
First performance / composition (Annals)1591 [1588-1594]
First performance (BritDrama)1589 [1588-1591]
Company (BritDrama)Queen Elizabeth's Men
Genre (British Drama)tragedy; history
Play typeAdult Professional;Professional
Edition / TCP / DEEPedition 242 · TCP A10730 · DEEP 194
Edition roleRepresentative edition — used in the analysis
Positionnodes 1040–1054 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 33 of 40 in this edition
Length453 words · 540 tokens
Topic (seed 42)unassigned by HDBSCAN · nearest topic T50 — Fleets, armies and generals: war by sea and land at 0.774
Other seedsseed 43: unassigned · seed 44: unassigned — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
Good my Lord depart, and leaue me to my ſelfe. I pray my Lord, let me go along with you. My Lord it may not be, for I haue promiſed my father that none ſhall come but my ſelfe, therfore good my Lord depart. Good my Lord haue a care of your ſelf, I like not theſe night walkes and ſcouting abroad in the euenings ſo diſguiſed, for you muſt not now that you are in the vſurpers dominions, and you are the onely marke he aimes at, and your laſt nightes abſence bred ſuch amazement in our ſouldiers, that they like men wanting the power to follow Armes, were on a ſodaine more liker to flie then to fight: therefore good my Lorde, if I may not ſtand neare, let me ſtand aloofe off. Content thee good Oxford, and tho I confeſſe my ſelf bound to thee for thy eſpeciall care, yet at this time I pray thee hold me excuſed. But farewell my Lord, heere comes my Lord and father. Captaine I pray thee bring me word when thou doeſt diſcrie the enemy. And ſo farewell, and leaue me for a while. How fares my gratious Lord and father? In good health my ſonne, & the better to ſee thee thus foreward in this laudable enterpriſe, but omitting vain circumſtances, and to come briefly to the purpoſe, I am now in fewe words to deliuer much matter. For know this, when I came to craue leaue of the King to depart from the court, the king verie furiouſly began to charge me that I was both acquainted with thy practiſes and drifts, and that I knew of thy landing, and by no meanes would grant me leaue to go, till as pledge of my loyaltie and true dealing with the king, I ſhould leaue my yoong ſonne George Standley. Thus haue I left my ſon in the hands of a tyrant, onely of purpoſe to come and ſpeake with thee. But omitting this, I pray tell me, ſhall I looke for your helpe in the battell? Sonne I cannot, for as I will not goe to the vſurper, no more I will not come to thee. Why then it is bootleſſe for vs to ſtaie, for all we preſumed vpon, was on your aide. Why ſonne, George Standlyes death would doo you no pleaſure. Why the time is too troubleſome, for him to tend to follow execution. O ſonne, tyrants expect no time, and George Standley being yoong and a griſſell, is the more eaſie to be made away. This newes goes to my heart, but tis in vaine for mee to looke for victorie, when with a mole-hill, we ſhall encounter with a mountaine.