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 0.84 · 482 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T38: queen, king, death, dead, heart, life, die, lord, royal, news.
Pardon me Madam, little joy have I To breath this news, yet what I say is true: King Richard he is in the mighty hold Of Bullingbrooke: their fortunes both are weighed In your Lo. scale is nothing but himself, And some few vanities that make him light: But in the balance of great Bullingbrooke, Besides himself are all the English peers, And with that odds he weighs King Richard down; Post you to London and you will find it so, I speak no more than every one doth know. Nimble Mischance that art so light of foot, Doth not thy embassage belong to me, And am I last that knows it? Oh thou thinkest To serve me last that I may longest keep Thy sorrow in my breast: come, Ladies go To meet at London London's king in woe: What, was I borne to this that my sad look Should grace the triumph of great Bullingbrooke? Gardner for telling me these news of woe, Pray God the plants thou graftst may never grow. Poor Queen, so that thy state might be no worse, I would my Skill were subject to thy curse: Here did she fall a tear, here in this place I'll set a bank of Rew sour herb of grace, Rew even for ruth here shortly shall be seen, In the remembrance of a weeping Queen. Call forth Bagot. Now Bagot, freely speak thy mind, What thou dost know of noble Gloucester's death, Who wrought it with the King, and who performed The bloody office of his timeless end. Then set before my face the Lord Aumerle. Cousin, stand forth, and look upon that man. My Lord Aumerle, I know your daring tongue Scorns to unsay what once it hath delivered. In that dead time when Glocesters death was plotted I heard you say, Is not my arm of length, That reacheth from the restful English court, As far as Calais to mine uncles head? Amongst much other talk that very time I heard you say▪ that you had rather refuse The offer of an hundred thousand crowns, Than Bullingbrook's return to England, adding withal, How blessed this land would be in this your cousin's death. Princes and noble Lords, What answer shall I make to this base man? Shall I so much dishonour my fair stars On equal terms to give them chastisement? Either I must, or have mine honour soiled With the attainder of his slanderous lips. There is my gage, the manual seal of death, That marks thee out for hell, I say thou liest, And will maintain what thou hast said is false In thy heart blood, though being all too base To stain the temper of my knightly sword. Bagot, forbear, thou shalt not take it up. Excepting one, I would he were the best In all this presence that hath moved me so.
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Pardon me Madam, little ioy haue I To breathe this newes, yet what I say is true: King Richard he is in the mightie hold Of Bullingbrooke: their fortunes both are weyde In your Lo. scale is nothing but himselfe, And some few vanities that make him light: But in the ballance of great Bullingbrooke, Besides himselfe are all the English peeres, And with that oddes he weighs King Richard downe; Post you to London and you will find it so, I speake no moe than euery one doth know. Nimble Mischance that ae so light of foote, Doth not thy embassage belong to me, And am I last that knowes it? Oh thou thinkest To seue me last that I may longest keepe Thy sorrow in my breast: come, Ladies go To meete at London Londons king in wo: What, was I borne to this that my sad looke Should grace the triumph of geat Bullingbrooke? Gardner for telling me these newes of wo, Pray God the plants thou graftst may neuer grow. Poore Queene, so that thy state might be no worse, I would my Skill were subiect to thy cuse: Here did she fall a teare, here in this place Ile set a banke of Rew sowre hearb of grace, Rew euen for ruth heere shortly shall be seene, In the remembrance of a weeping Queene. Call forth Bagot. Now Bagot, freely speake thy mind, What thou doest know of noble Gloucesters death, Who wrought it with the King, and who performde The bloudy office of his timeles end. Then set before my face the Lord Aumerle. Cousin, stand foorth, and looke vpon that man. My Lord Aumerle, I know your daring tong Scornes to vnsay what once it hath deliuered. In that dead time when Glocesters death was plotted I heard you say, Is not my arme of length, That reacheth from the restful English court, As farre as Callice to mine vncles head? Amongst much other talke that very time I heard you say▪ that you had rather refuse The offer of an hundred thousand crownes, Then Bullingbrookes returne to England, adding withall, How blest this land would be in this your cosins death. Princes and noble Lords, What answer shall I make to this base man? Shall I so much dishonour my faire starres On equall termes to giue them chasticement? Either I must, or haue mine honour soild With the attainder of his slaunderous lippes. The is my gage, the manual seale of death, That makes thee out for hell, I say thou liest, And wil maintaine what thou hast said is false In thy heart bloud, though being all too base To staine the temper of my knightly sword. Bagot, forbeare, thou shalt not take it vp. Excepting one, I would he were the best In all this presence that hath moude me so.