Shakespeare, William · published 1597 · first performed or written 1595 (Annals) tragedy; history · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men unassigned nearest T40 Sin, guilt and violent loss within famil · 503 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T40: brother, death, life, die, heaven, sin, live, father, blood, soul.
We were not borne to sue, but to command, Which since we cannot do, to make you friends▪ Be ready as your lives shall answer it, At Coventry upon saint Lambert's day, There shall your swords and lances arbitrate The swelling difference of your settled hate, Since we cannot atone you, we shall see justice design the, Victors Lord Marshal, commaund our Be ready to direct these home alarms. Alas, the part I had in Woodstockes blood, Doth more solicit me than your exclaims, To stir against the butchers of his life, But since correction lieth in those hands, Which made the fault that we cannot correct: Put we our quarrel to the will of heaven, Who when they see the hours ripe on earth, Will rain hot vengeance on offenders heads. Finds brotherhood in thee no sharper spur? Hath love in thy old blood no living fire? Edward's seven sons whereof thyself art one. Were as seven viols of his sacred blood, Or seven fair branches springing from one root: Some of those seven are dried by nature's course, Some of those branches by the Destinies cut: But Thomas my dear Lord, my life, my Gloucester. One viol full of Edward's sacred blood, One flourishing branch of his most royal root Is cracked, and all the precious liquor spilled, Is hacked down, and his summer leaves all faded By envies hand, and Murders bloody axe. Ah Gaunt, his blood was thine, that bed, that womb▪ That metal, that self mould, that fashioned thee Made him a man: and though thou livest and breathest, Yet art thou slain in him, thou dost consent In some large measure to thy father's death, In that thou seest thy wretched brother die, Who was the model of thy father's life: Call it not patience Gaunt, it is despair, In suffering thus thy brother to be slaughtered, Thou she west the naked path way to thy life, Teaching stern Murder how to butcher thee: That which in mean men we entitle Patience, Is pale cold Cowardice in noble breasts. What shall I say? to safeguard thine own life, The best way is to venge my Glocesters death. God's is the quarrel for God's substitute, His deputy anointed in his sight, Hath caused his death, the which if wrongfully, Let heaven revenge, for I may never lift An angry arm against his minister. Where then alas may I complain myself? To God the widows Champion and defence, Why then I will; far well old Gaunt, Thou goest to Coventry, there to behold Our Cousin Hereford and fell Mowbray fight, O set my husband's wrongs on Hereford's spear, That it may enter butcher Mowbraies breast: Or if misfortune miss the first carrier, Be Mowbray's sins so heavy in his bosom That they may break his foaming coursers back, And throw the rider headlong in the lists, A caitiff recreant to my cousin Hereford, Farewell old Gaunt, thy some times brothers wife, With her companion Grief must end her life.
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We were not borne to sue, but to commaund, Which since we cannot do, to make you friends▪ Be ready as your liues shall answere it, At Couentry vpon saint Lamberes day, There shall your swords and launces arbitrate The swelling difference of your setled hate, Since we cannot atone you, we shall see Iustice designe the, Victo ▪ Lord Marshal, commaund our Be ready to direct these home allarmes. Alas, the part I had in Woodstockes bloud, Doth more sollicite me than your exclaimes, To stirre against the butchers of his life, But since correction lieth in those hands, Which made the fault that we cannot correct: Put we our quarrell to the will of heauen, Who when they see the houres ripe on earth, Will raine hot vengeance on offenders heads. Findes brotherhood in thee no sharper spurre? Hath loue in thy old bloud no Iruing fire? Edwards seuen sonnes whereof thy selfe art one. Were as seuen viols of his sacred bloud, Or seuen faire branches springing from one roote Some of those seuen are dried by natures course, Some of those branches by the Destinies cut: But Thomas my deare Lord, my life, my Glocester. One violl full of Edwards sacred bloud, One flourishing branch of his most royall roote Is crackt, and all the precious liquor spilt, Is hackt downe, and his summer leaues all faded By Enuies hand, and Murders bloudy axe. Ah Gaunt, his bloud was thine, that bed, that womb▪ That mettall, that selfe mould, that fashioned thee Made him a man: and though thou liuest and breathest, Yet art thou slaine in him, thou doost consent In some large measure to thy fathers death, In hat thou seest thy wretched brother die, Who was the modell of thy fathers life: Call it not patience Gaunt, it is dispaire, In suffrng thus thy brother to be slaughtred, Thou she west the naked path way to thy life, Teaching sterne Murder how to butcher thee: That which in meane men we intitle Patience, Is pale cold Cowarde in noble breasts. What shall I saie? to safegard thine owne life, The best way is to venge my Glocesters death. Gods is the quarrell for Gods substitute, His deputy annointed in his sight, Hath causd his death, the which f wrongfully, Let heauen reuenge, for I may neuer lift An angry arme against his minister. Where then alas may I complaine my selfe? To God the widdowes Champion and defence, Why then I will; fare well olde Gaunt, Thou goest to Couentry, there to behold Our Coosen Hereford and sell Mowbray fight, O set my husbands wronges on Herefords speare, That it may enter butcher Mowbraies breast: Or if misfortune misse the caier, Be Mowbraes sinnes so in his bosome That they may breake his coursers backe, And throw the rider headlong listes, A caitiue recreant to my Coen Heeford, Farewell old Gaunt, thy some times brothers wife, Wth her companion Griefe must end her life.