Shakespeare, William · published 1597 · first performed or written 1595 (Annals) tragedy; history · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men unassigned nearest T18 Rebels, barons and the king's wars at ho · 542 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T18: king, lord, wallace, earl, edward, england, scotland, rebels, bruce, english.
Noble Lords, Go to the rude ribs of that ancient Castle, Through brazen trumpet send the breath of parley Into his ruined ears, and thus deliver. H. Bull. on both his knees doth kiss king Richard's hand, And sends allegiance and true faith of heart To his most royal person: hither come Even at his feet to lay my arms and power: Provided, that my banishment repealed, And lands restored again be freely granted; If not, I'll use the advantage of my power, And lay the summer's dust with showers of blood, Rained from the wounds of slaughtered English men, The which, how far off from the mind of Bulling. It is, such crimson tempest should be drench The fresh green lap of fair King Richard's land: My stooping duty tenderly shall show: Go signify as much while here we march Upon the grassy carpet of this plain; Let's march without the noise of threatening drum, That from this Castles tottered battlements Our fair appointments may be well perused. Me thinks King Richard and myself should meet With no less terror than the elements Of fire and water, when their thundering shock At meeting tears the cloudy cheeks of heaven. Be he the fire, I'll be the yielding water; The rage be his, whilst on the earth I reign. My water's on the earth, and not on him. March on, and mark King Richard how he looks, See see King Richard doth himself appear. As doth the blushing discontented Sun, From out the fiery portal of the East, When he perceives the envious clouds are bend To dim his glory, and to stain the track Of his bright passage to the Occident. Yet looks he like a King, behold his eye. As bright as is the Eagles, lightens forth Controlling majesty; alack alack for woe, That any harm should stain so fair a show. We are amazed, and thus long have we stood, To watch the fearful bending of thy knee, Because we thought our self thy lawful King: And if we be, how dare thy joints forget To pay their awful duty to our presence? If we be not, show us the hand of God That hath dismissed us from our Stewardship; For well we know no hand of blood and bone Can gripe the sacred handle of our Sceptre▪ Unless he do profane, steal, or usurp, And though you think that all as you have done Have torn their souls, by turning them from us. And we are barren and bereavest of friends: Yet know, my master God omnipotent. Is mustering in his clouds on our behalf, Armies of pestilence, and they shall strike Your children yet unborn, and vnbegot, That lift your vassal hands against my head, And threat the glory of my precious crown. Tell Bullingbrooke, for yond me thinks he stands, That every stride he makes upon my land, Is dangerous treason: he is come to open The purple testament of bleeding war: But ere the crown he looks for, live in peace, Ten thousand bloody crowns of mother's sons, Shall ill become the flower of England's face, Change the complexion of her maid-pale peace, To scarlet indignation and bedew Her pastors grass with faithful English blood.
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Noble Lords, Go to the rude ribbes of that ancient Castle, Through brazen trumpet send the breath of parlee Into his ruinde eares, and thus deliuer. H. Bull. on both his knees doth kisse king Richards hand, And sends allegeance and true faith of heart To his most royall person: hither come Euen at his feete to lay my armes and power: Prouided, that my banishment repeald, And lands restored againe be freely granted; If not, Ile vse the aduantage of my power, And lay the summers dust with showres of bloud, Rainde from the wounds of English men, The which, how off from the minde of Bulling. It is, such crimson tmpest should be drench The fresh greene lap of faire King Richards land: My stooping duety tenderly shall shew: Go signifie as much while here we march Vpon the grassie carpet of this plaine; Lets march without the noyse of threatning drumme, That from this Castels tottered battlements Our faire appointments may be well perusde. Me thinke King Richard and my selfe should meete With no lesse terrour than the elements Of fire and water, when their thundring shocke At meeting teares the cloudie cheekes of heauen. Be he the fire, Ile be the yeelding water; The rage be his, whilst on the earth I raigne. My water's on the earth, and not on him. March on, and marke King Richard how he lookes, See see King Richard doth himselfe appeare. As doth the blushing discontented Sunne, From out the fierie portall of the East, When he perceiues the enuious cloudes are bent To dimme his glorie, and to staine the tracke Of his bright passage to the Occident. Yet lookes he like a King, beholde his eye. As bright as is the Eagles, lightens forth Controlling maiestie; alacke alacke for woe, That any harme should staine so faire a shew. We are amazde, and thus long haue we stoode, To watch the feareful bending of thy knee, Because we'thought ou selfe thy lawful King: And if wee be, howe dare thy ioynts forget To pay their awefull duety to our presence? If we be not, shew vs the hand of God That hath dismist vs from our Stewardship; For well we know no hand of bloud and bone Can gripe the sacred handle of our Scepr▪ Vnlesse he do prophane, steale, or vsurpe, And though you thinke that all as you haue done Haue torne their soules, by turning them from vs. And we are barren and berest of friends: Yet know, my maister God omnipotent. Is mustering in his cloudes on our behalfe, Armies of pestilenc, and they shall strike Your children yet vnborne, and vnbegot, That lift your vassaile hands against my head, And threat the glorie of my precious crowne. Tell Bullingbrooke, for yon me thinkes he standes, That euery stride he makes vpon my land, Is dangerous teason: he is come to open The purple testament of bleding warre: But ere the crowne he lookes for, liue in peace, Ten thousand bloudy crownes of mothers sonnes, Shall ill become the flower of Englands face, Change the complexion of her maid-pale peace, To scarlet indignation and bedew Her pastors grasse with faithfull English bloud.