Shakespeare, William · published 1597 · first performed or written 1595 (Annals) tragedy; history · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men T0 Court life: dukes, favour and honour typicality 0.72 · 475 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T0: duke, lord, duchess, love, court, madam, prince, honour, grace, lady.
Should I do so I should belly my thoughts, Comfort's in heaven, and we are on the earth, Where nothing lives but closes, cares and grief: Your husband, he is gone to save far off, Whilst others come to make him lose at home: Hear am I left to underprop his land, Who weak with age cannot support myself, Now comes the sick hour that his surfeit made, Now shall he try his friends that flattered him. My Lord, your son was gone before I came. He was; why so go all which way it will: The nobles they are fled, the commons they are cold, And will (I fear) revolt on Hereford's side. sirrah, get thee to Plashie to my sister Gloucester, Bid her send me presently a thousand pound, Hold take my ring. My Lord, I had forgot to tell your Lordship: To day as I came by I called there, But I shall grieve you to report the rest. What is't knave? An hour before I came the Duchess died. God for his mercy, what a tide of woes Comes rushing on this woeful land at once! I know not what to do: I would to God, (So my untruth had not provoked him to it) The King had cut off my head with my brothers. What are there no Posts dispatched for Ireland? How shall we do for money for these wars? Come sister, cousin I would say, pray pardon me: Go fellow get thee home, provide some carts, And bring away the armour that is there. Gentlemen, will you go muster men? If I know how or which way to order these affairs Thus disorderly thrust into my hands, Never believe me: both are my kinsmen. T'one is my sovereign, whom both my oath And duty bids defend; other again Is my kinsman, whom the King hath wronged, Whom conscience, and my kindred bids to right. Well somewhat we must do: Come cousin, I'll dispose of you: Gentlemen, go muster up your men, And meet me presently at Barkly: I should to Plashie too, but time will not permit: All is uneven, and every thing is left at six and seven. The wind sits fair for news to go for Ireland. But none returns. For us to levy power Proportionable to the enemy is all unpossible. Besides our nearness to the King in love, Is near the hate of those love not the King. And that is the wavering commons, for their love Lies in their purses, and who so empties them, By so much fills their hearts with deadly hate. Wherein the King stands generally condemned. If judgement lie in them, than so do we, Because we ever have been near the King. Well I will for refuge strait to Brist, Castle, The Earl of Wiltshire is already there.
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Should I do so I should bely my thoughts, Comfort's in heauen, and we are on the earth, VVhere nothing liues but cosses, cares and griefe: Your husband, he is gone to saue far off, VVhilst others come to make him loose at home: Heere am I lef to vnderprop his land, Who weake with age cannot support my selfe, Now comes the sicke houre that his surfet made, Now shall he trie his friends that flatterd him. My Lord, your son was gone before I came. He was; why so go all which way it will: The nobles they are fled, the commons they are colde, And will (I feare) reuolton Herefords side. Srra, get thee to Plashie to my sister Glocester, Bid her send me presently a thousand pound, Hold take my ring. My Lord, I had forgot to tel your Lordship: To day as I came by I called there, But I shall grieue you to report the rest. What ist knaue? An houre before I came the Dutchesse died. God for his mercy, what a tide of woes Comes rushing on this wofull land at once! I know not what to do: I would to God, (So my vntruth had not prouokt him to it) The King had cut off my head with my brothers. Wht are there no Posts dispatcht for Ireland? Hw shal we do for money for these wars? Come sister, cousin I would say, pray pardon me: Go fellow get thee home, prouide some cartes, And bring away the armour that is there. Gentlemen, will you go muster men? If I know how or which way to order these affayres Thus disorderly thrust into my hands, Neuer beleeue me: both are my kinsmen. Tone is my soueraigne, whom both my oath And duety bids defend; tother againe Is my kinsman, whom the King hath wrongd, Whom conscience, and my kinred bids to right. Wel somewhat we must do: Come cousin, Ile dispose of you: Gentlemen, go muster vp your men, And meete me presently at Barkly: I shold to Plashie too, but time wil not permit: All is vneuen, and euery thing is left at sixe and seauen. The winde sits faire for newes to go for Ireland. But none returnes. For vs to leuie power Proportionable to the enemy is all vnpossible. Besides our neerenes to the King in loue, Is neare the hate of those loue not the King. And that is the wauering commons, for their loue Lies in their purses, and who so empties them, By so much fils their hearts with deadly hate. Wherein the King stands generally condemnd. If iudgment lie in them, then so do we, Because we euer haue beene neere the King. Well I will for refuge straight to Brist, Castle, The Earle of Wiltshire is already there.