Shakespeare, William · published 1597 · first performed or written 1595 (Annals) tragedy; history · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men T38 Death, parting and grief at court typicality 0.88 · 516 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T38: queen, king, death, dead, heart, life, die, lord, royal, news.
My lord of Salisbury, we have stayed ten days. And hardly kept our countrymen together, And yet we hear no tidings from the King, Therefore we will disperse ourselves, farewell. Stay yet an other day, thou trusty Welshman, The King reposeth all his confidence in thee. 'tis thought the King is dead; we will not stay, The bay trees in our country are all withered, And Meteors fright the fixed stars of heaven, The pale-facde moon looks bloody on the earth, And leane-lookt prophets whisper fearful change, Rich men look sad, and ruffians dance and leap, The one in fear to lose what they enjoy, The other to enjoy by rage and war: These signs forerun the death or fall of Kings. Farewell, our countrymen are gone and fled▪ As well assured Richard their King is dead. Ah Richard! with the eyes of heavy mind I see thy glory like a shooting star Fall to the base earth from the firmament, Thy sun sets weeping in the lowly west, Witnessing storms to come, woe, and unrest, Thy friends are fled to wait upon thy foes, And crossly to thy good all fortune goes. Bring forth these men. Bushy and Greene, I will not vex your souls, Since presently your souls must part your bodies With too much urging your pernicious lives, For ttwere no charity; yet to wash your blood From off my hands, here in the view of men I will unfold some causes of your deaths: You have misled a Prince, a royal King, A happy Gentleman in blood and lineaments, By you vnhappied, and disfigured clean, You have in manner with your sinful hours Made a divorce betwixt his Queen and him, Broke the possession of a royal bed, And stained the beauty of a fair Queen's cheeks With tears, drawn from her eyes by your fowl wrongs, Myself a Prince, by fortune of my birth, near to the King in blood, and near in love, Till you did make him misinterpret me, Have stooped my neck under your injuries, And sighed my English breath In foreign clouds, Eating the bitter bread of banishment, Whilst you have fed upon my signories▪ Disparkt my parks, and felled my forest woods, From my own windows torn my household coat, raced out my impress, leaving me no sign, Save men's opinions, and my living blood, To show the world I am a gentleman. This and much more, much more than twice all this Condemns you to the death: see them delivered over To execution and the hand of death. More welcome is the stroke of death to me. Than Bullingbrooke to England, Lords farewell. My comfort is, that heaven will take our souls, And plague injustice with the pains of hell. My Lord Northumberland, see them dispatched: Uncle, you say the Queen is at your house, For God's sake fairly let her be entreated, Tell her I send to her my kind commends; Take special care my greetings be delivered▪ A gentleman of mine I have dispatched, With letters of your love to her at large.
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My lord of Salisbury, we haue stayed ten dayes. And hardly kept our countrymen together, And yet we heare no tidings from the King, Therefore we will disperse our selues, farewell. Stay yet an other day, thou trustie Welchman, The King reposeth all his confidence in thee. Tis thought the King is dead; we wil not stay, The bay trees in our country are al witherd, And Meteors fright the fixed starres of heauen, The pale-facde moone lookes bloudie on the earth, And leane-lookt prophets whisper fearefull change, Rich men looke sad, and ruffians daunce and leape, The one in feare to looe what they enioy, The other to enioy by rage and warre: These signes forerunne the death or fall of Kings. Farewell, our countrymen argone and sled▪ As well assued Richard their King is dead. Ah Richard! with the eies of heauy mind I see thy glory like a shooting stare Fall to the base earth from the firmament, Thy sunne sets weeping in the lowly west, Witnessing stormes to come, wo, and vnest, Thy friends are fled to wait vpon thy foes, And crosly to thy good all fortune goes. Bring forth these men. Bushie and Greene, I will not vex your soules, Since presently your soules must part your bodies With too much vrging your pernitious liues, For twere no charitie; yet to wash your bloud From off my hands, heere in the view of men I will vnfold some causes of your deaths: You haue misled a Prince, a royall King, A happy Gentleman in bloud and lineaments, By you vnhappied, and disfigured cleane, You haue in manner with your sinfull houres Made a diuorce betwixt his Queene and him, Brke the possession of a royall bed, And stainde the beutie of a faire Queenes cheekes With teares, drawen from her eies by your fowle wrongs, My selfe a Prince, by fortune of my birth, Neere to the King in bloud, and neere in loue, Till you did make him misinterpret me, Haue stoopt my necke vnder your iniuries, And sigh't my English breath In forren cloudes, Eating the bitter bread of banishment, Whilst you haue fed vpon my segories▪ Disparkt my parkes, and felld my forrest woods, From my owne windowes torne my houshold coate, Ract out my impeese, leauing me no signe, Saue mens opinions, and my liuing bloud, To shew the world I am a gentleman. This and much more, much more then twice all this Condemns you to the death: see them deliuered ouer To execution and the hand of death. More welcome is the stroke of death to me. Than Bullingbrooke to England, Lords farewell. My comfort is, that heauen will take our soules, And plague iniustice with the paines of hell. My Lord Northumberland, see them dispatcht: Vncle, you say the Queene is at your house, For Gods sake fairely let her be intreated, Tel her I send to her my kinde commends; Take special care my greetings be deliuered▪ A gentleman of mine I haue dispatcht, With letters of your loue to her at large.