Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · 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 · 486 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T18: king, lord, wallace, earl, edward, england, scotland, rebels, bruce, english.
Then Bullingbrooke, as low as to thy heart, Through the false passage of thy throat; thou liest: Three parts of that receipt I had for Calais, Disbursed I to his Highness' soldiers; The other part reserved I by consent, For that my Sovereign Liege was in my debt, Upon remainder of a dear Account, Since last I went to France to fetch his Queen: Now swallow down that Lye. For Glousters death, I slew him not; but (to mine own disgrace) Neglected my sworn duty in that case: For you my noble Lord of Lancaster, The honourable Father to my foe, Once I did lay an ambush for your life, A trespass that doth vex my grieved soul: But ere I last received the Sacrament, I did confess it, and exactly begged Your Grace's pardon, and I hope I had it. This is my fault: as for the rest appealed, It issues from the rancour of a Villain, A recreant, and most degenerate Traitor, Which in myself I boldly will defend, And interchangeably hurl down my gage Upon this overweening Traitors foot, To prove myself a loyal Gentleman, Even in the best blood chambered in his bosom. In haste whereof, most hearty I pray Your Highness to assign our Trial day. Wrath-kindled Gentlemen be ruled by me: Let's purge this choler without letting blood: This we prescribe, though no Physician, Deep malice makes too deep incision. Forget, forgive, conclude, and be agreed, Our Doctors say, This is no time to bleed. Good Uncle, let this end where it begun, we'll calm the Duke of Norfolk, you, your son. To be a make-peace shall become my age, Throw down (my son) the Duke of Norfolk's gage. And Norfolk, throw down his. When Harris when Obedience bids, Obedience bids I should not bid again. Norfolk, throw down, we bid; there is no boot. Myself I throw (dread Sovereign) at thy foot. My life thou shalt command, but not my shame, The one my duty owes, but my fair name Despite of death, that lives upon my grave To dark dishonours use, thou shalt not have. I am disgraced, impeached, and baffled here, Pierced to the soul with slanders venomed spear: The which no balm can cure, but his heart blood Which breathed this poison. Rage must be withstood: Give me his gage: Lions make Leopards tame. Yea, but not change his spots: take but my shame, And I resign my gage. My dear, dear Lord, The purest treasure mortal times afford Is spotless reputation: that away, Men are but gilded loam, or painted clay. A jewel in a ten times barred up Chest, Is a bold spirit, in a loyal breast. Mine Honour is my life; both grow in one: Take Honour from me, and my life is done. Then (dear my Liege) mine Honour let me try, In that I live; and for that will I die.
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Then Bullingbrooke, as low as to thy heart, Through the falſe paſſage of thy throat; thou lyeſt: Three parts of that receipt I had for Callice, Disburſt I to his Highneſſe ſouldiers; The other part reſeru'd I by conſent, For that my Soueraigne Liege was in my debt, Vpon remainder of a deere Accompt, Since laſt I went to France to fetch his Queene: Now ſwallow downe that Lye. For Glouſters death, I ſlew him not; but (to mine owne diſgrace) Neglected my ſworne duty in that caſe: For you my noble Lord of Lancaſter, The honourable Father to my foe, Once I did lay an ambuſh for your life, A treſpaſſe that doth vex my greeued ſoule: But ere I laſt receiu'd the Sacrament, I did confeſſe it, and exactly begg'd Your Graces pardon, and I hope I had it. This is my fault: as for the reſt appeal'd, It iſſues from the rancour of a Villaine, A recreant, and moſt degenerate Traitor, Which in my ſelfe I boldly will defend, And interchangeably hurle downe my gage Vpon this ouer-weening Traitors foote, To proue my ſelfe a loyall Gentleman, Euen in the beſt blood chamber'd in his boſome▪ In haſt whereof, moſt heartily I pray Your Highneſſe to aſſigne our Triall day. Wrath-kindled Gentlemen be rul'd by me: Let's purge this choller without letting blood: This we preſcribe, though no Phyſition, Deepe malice makes too deepe inciſion. Forget, forgiue, conclude, and be agreed▪ Our Doctors ſay, This is no time to bleed. Good Vnckle, let this end where it begun▪ Wee'l calme the Duke of Norfolke▪ you, your ſon. To be a make-peace ſhall become my age, Throw downe (my ſonne) the Duke of Norfolkes gage. And Norfolke, throw downe hi When Harris when Obedience bids, Obedience bids I ſhould not bid agen. Norfolke, throw downe, we bidde; there is no boote. My ſelfe I throw (dread Soueraigne) at thy foot. My life thou ſhalt command, but not my ſhame, The one my dutie owes, but my faire name Deſpight of death, that liues vpon my graue To darke diſhonours vſe, thou ſhalt not haue. I am diſgrac'd, impeach'd, and baffel'd heere, Pierc'd to the ſoule with ſlanders venom'd ſpeare: The which no balme can cure, but his heart blood Which breath'd this poyſon. Rage muſt be withſtood: Giue me his gage: Lyons make Leopards tame. Yea, but not change his ſpots: take but my ſha, And I reſigne my gage▪ My deere, deere Lord, The pureſt treaſure mortall times afford Is ſpotleſſe reputation: that away, Men are but gilded loame, or painted clay. A Iewell in a ten times barr'd vp Cheſt, Is a bold ſpirit, in a loyall breſt. Mine Honor is my life; both grow in one: Take Honor from me, and my life is done. Then (deere my Liege) mine Honor let me trie, In that I liue; and for that will I die.