Shakespeare, William · published 1597 · first performed or written 1595 (Annals) tragedy; history · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men unassigned nearest T5 Christian faith, sin and salvation · 524 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T5: god, christ, david, sin, holy, israel, lord, mercy, sins, faith.
If thou do pardon whosoever pray, More sins for this forgiveness prosper may: This festered joint cut off, the rest rest found, This let alone will all the rest confound. Oh king, believe not this hardhearted man, Love loving not itself, none other can. Thou frantic woman, what dost thou make here? Shall thy old dugs once more a traitor rear? Sweet York be patiented, hear me gentle Liege. Rise up good aunt. Not yet I thee beseech, For ever will I walk upon my knees, And never see day that the happy sees, Till thou give joy, until thou bid me joy, By pardoning Rutland my transgressing boy. Unto my mother's prayers I bend my knee. Against them both my true joints bended be, Ill mayst thou thrive if thou grant any grace. Pleads he in earnest? look upon his face. His eyes do drop no tears, his prayers are in jest, His words come from his month, ours from our breast, He prays but faintly, and would be denied, We pray with heart and soul, and all beside, His weary joints would gladly rise I know, Our knees still kneel till to the ground they grow, His prayers are full of false hypocrisy, Ours of true zeal and deep integrity, Our prayers do out pray his, then let them have That mercy which true prayer ought to have. Good aunt stand up. Nay, do not say, stand up; Say Pardon first, and afterwards, stand up, And if I were thy nurse thy tongue to teach, Pardon should be the first word of thy speech: I never longed to hear a word till now, Say pardon King, let pity teach thee how, The word is short, but not so short as sweet, No word like pardon for King's mouths so meet. Speak it in French, King say, Pardonne moy. Dost thou teach pardon pardon to destroy? Ah my sour husband, my hardhearted Lord! That sets the word itself against the word: Speak pardon as 'tis currant in our land, The chopping French we do not understand, Thine eye begins to speak, set thy tongue there: Or in thy piteous heart plant thou thine ear, That hearing how our plaints and prayers do pierce, Pity may move thee pardon to rehearse. Good aunt stand up. I do not sue to stand. Pardon is all the suit I have in hand. I pardon him as God shall pardon me. Oh happy vantage of a kneeling knee, Yet am I sick for fear, speak it again, Twice saying pardon doth not pardon twain, But makes one pardon strong. I pardon him with all my heart. A god on earth thou art. But for our trusty brother in law and the Abbot▪ With all the rest of that consorted crew, Destruction straight shall dog them at the heels, Good uncle, help to order several powers, To Oxford, or where ere these traitors are, They shall not live within this world I swear, But I will have them if I once know where. Uncle farewell, and cousin a due, Your mother well hath prayed, and prove you true.
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If thou do pardon whosoeuer pray, More sinnes for this forgiuenes prosper may: This festred ioynt cut off, the rest rest found, This let alone wil all the rest confound. Oh king, beleeue not this hard-hearted man, Loue louing not it selfe, none other can. Thou frantike woman, what dost thou make here? Shall thy old dugs once more a traitor reare? Sweete Yorke be patient, heare me gentle Liege. Rise vp good aunt. Not yet I thee beseech, For euer wil I walke vpon my knees, And neuer see day that the happy sees, Till thou giue ioy, vntil thou bid me ioy, By pardoning Rutland my transgressing boy. Vnto my mothers prayers I bend my knee. Against them both my true ioynts bended be, Ill maist thou thriue if thou graunt any grace. Pleades he in earnest? looke vpon his face. His eies do drop no teares, his prayers are in iest, His words come from his month, ours from our breast, He prayes but faintly, and would be denied, We pray with heart and soule, and all beside, His weary ioynts would gladly rise I know, Our knees still kneele till to the ground they grow, His prayers are full of false hypocrisie, Ours of true and deepe integritie, Our prayers do out pray his, then let them haue That mercy which true prayer ought to haue. Good aunt stand vp. Nay, do not say, stand vp; Say Pardon first, and afterwards, stand vp, And if I were thy nurse thy tong to teach, Pardon should be the first word of thy speach: I neuer longd to heare a word till now, Say pardon King, let pitie teach thee how, The word is short, but not so short as sweete, No word like pardon for Kings mouthes so meete. Speake it in French, King say, Pardonne oy. Dost thou teach pardon pardon to destroy? Ah my sower husband, my hard-hearted Lord! That sets the word it selfe against the word: Speake pardon as tis currant in our land, The chopping French we do not vnderstand, Thine eie begins to speake, set thy tongue there: Or in thy piteous heart plant thou thine eare, That hearing how our plaints and prayers do pierce, Pitie may mooue thee pardon to rehearse. Good aunt stand vp. I do not sue to stand. Pardon is all the sute I haue in hand. I pardon him as God shall pardon me. Oh happy vantage of a kneeling knee, Yet am I sicke for feare, speake it againe, Twice saying pardon doth not pardon twaine, But makes one pardon strong. I pardon him with al my heart. A god on earth thou art. But for our trusty brother in law and the Abbot▪ With all the rest of that consorted rew, Destruction strait shal dog them at the heeles, Good vncle, help to order seuerall powers, To Oxford, or where ere these traitors are, They shall not liue within this world I sweare, But I will haue them if I once know where. Vncle farewell, and cousin a due, Your mother well hath prayed, and prooue you true.