Shakespeare, William · published 1597 · first performed or written 1595 (Annals) tragedy; history · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men unassigned nearest T42 English historical figures: a mixed clus · 481 words
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Thou chidst me well, proud Bullingbrooke, I come To change blows with thee for our day of doom: This ague fit of fear is overblown, An easy task it is to win our own. Say Scroop, where lies our uncle with his power? Speak sweetly man although thy looks be sour. Men judge by the complexion of the sky, The state and inclination of the day; So may you by my dull and heavy eye: My tongue hath but a heavier tale to say, I play the torturer by small and small To lengthen out the worst that must be spoken: Your uncle York is joined with Bullingbrooke, And all your Northern castles yielded up, And all your Southern Gentlemen in arms Upon his party. Thou hast said enough: Beshrew thee cozen which didst lead me forth. Of that sweet way I was in to despair▪ What say you now? what comfort have we now? By heaven I'll hate him everlastingly; That bids me be of comfort any more. Go to Flint Castle, there I'll pine away, A King woes slave shall kingly woe obey: That power I have, discharge, and let them go To ear the land that hath some hope to grow, For I have none, let no man speak again, To alter this, for counsel is but vain. My Liege, one word. He does me double wrong, That wounds me with the flatteries of his tongue. Discharge my followers, let them hence away, From Richard's night, to Bullingbrook's fair day. So that by this intelligence we learn The Welsh men are dispersed, and Salisbury Is gone to meet the King, who lately landed With some few private friends upon this coast. The news is very fair and good my lord▪ Richard not far from hence hath hid his head. It would beseem the Lord Northumberland To say King Richard; alack the heavy day, When such a sacred King should hide his head. Your Grace mistakes; only to be brief Left I his title out. The time hath been, would you have been so brief with him, He would have been so brief to shorten you, For taking so the head. your whole heads length: Mistake not (uncle) further than you should. Take not (good cousin) further than you should, Lest you mistake the heavens are over our heads. I know it uncle, and oppose not myself. Against their will. But, who comes here? Welcome Harry; what, will not this castle yield? The Castle royally is manned my Lord. Against thy entrance. Royally, why it contains no King. Yes (my good Lord,) It doth contain a King, King Richard lies Within the limits of yond lime and stone, And with him are the Lord Aumerle, Lord Salisbury, Sir Stephen Scroope, besides a clergy man Of holy reverence, who I cannot learn. Oh belike it is the bishop of Carlisle.
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Thou chidst me well, prowd Bullingbrooke, I come To change blowes with thee for our day of doome: This agew fit of feare i ouerblowne, An easie taske it is to winne our owne. Say Scroope, where lies our vncle with his power? Speake sweetely man although thy lookes be sower. Men iudge by the complexion of the skie, The state and inclination of the day; So may you by my dull and heauy ee: My tongue hath but a heauier tale to ay, I play the tortutrer by small and small To lengthen out the worst that must be spoken: Your vncle Yorke is ioynd with Bullingbrooke, And all your Northerne castles yeelded vp, And all your Southerne Gentlemen in armes Vpon his partie. Thou hast said enough: Beshrey thee couin which didst leade me foorth. Of that sweete way I was in to dispi ▪ What say you now? what comfort haue we By heauen Ile hate him euerlastingly; That bids me be of comfort any more. Go to Flint Castle, there Ile pine away, A King woes slaue shall kingly woe obey: That power I haue, discharge, and let them goe To eare the land that hath some hope to grow, For I haue none, let no man speake againe, To alter this, for counsell is but vaine. My Liege, one word. He does me double wrong, That wounds me with the flatteries of his tong. Discharge my followers, let them hence away, From Richards night, to Bullingbrookes faire day. So that by this intelligence we learne The Welch men are disperst, and Salisburie Is gone to meete the King, who lately landed With some few priuate friends vpon this coast. The newes is very fair and good my lord▪ Richard not farre from hence hath hid his head. It would beseeme the Lord Northumberland To say King Richard; alacke the heauy day, When such a sacred King should his head. Your Grace mistakes; onely to be briefe Left I his title out. The time hath bin, would you haue beene so briefe with him, He would haue bin so briefe to shorten you, For taking so the head. your whole heads length: Mistake not (vncle) further then you should. Take not (good cousin) further then you should, Lest you mistake the heauens are ouer our heads. I know vcle, and oppose not my selfe. Against their will. But, who comes here? Welcome Harry; what, will not this castle yeelde? The Castle royally is mand my Lord. Against thy entrance. Royally, why it containes no King. Yes (my good Lord,) It doth containe a King, King Richard lies Within the limites of yon lime and ston, And with him are the Lord Aumerle, Lord Salisbury, Sir Stephen Scoope, besides a cleargie man Of holy reuerence, who I cannot learne. Oh belike it is the bishop of Carleil.