Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written 1595 (Annals) tragedy; history · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men unassigned nearest T52 Prodigals, portions and poor kin · 473 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T52: brother, father, uncle, cousin, son, poor, bread, old, given, master.
He is our Cousin (Cousin) but 'tis doubt, When time shall call him home from banishment, Whether our kinsman come to see his friends, Ourself, and Bushy: here Bagot and Greene Observed his Courtship to the common people: How he did seem to dive into their hearts, With humble, and familiat courtesy, What reverence he did throw away on slaves; Wooing poor Craftesmen, with the craft of souls, And patiented vnder-bearing of his Fortune, As 'twere to banish their affects with him. Off goes his bonnet to an Oyster-wench, A brace of Dray-men bid God speed him well, And had the tribute of his supple knee, With thankes my Countrymen, my loving friends, As were our England in reversion his, And he our subjects next degree in hope. Well, he is gone, & with him go these thoughts: Now for the Rebels, which stand out in Ireland, Expedient manage must be made my Liege E'er further leisure, yield them further means For their advantage, and your Highness' loss. We will ourself in person to this war, And for our Coffers, with too great a Court, And liberal Largesse, are grown somewhat light, We are enforced to farm our royal Realm, The Revennew whereof shall furnish us For our affairs in hand: if that come short Our Substitutes at home shall have Blanke-charters: Whereto, when they shall know what men are rich, They shall subscribe them for large sums of Gold, And send them after to supply our wants: For we will make for Ireland presently. what news? Old Iohn of Gaunt is very sick my Lord, Suddenly taken, and hath sent post haste To entreat your Majesty to visit him. Where lies he? At Ely house. Now put it (heaven) in his Physician's mind, To help him to his grave immediately: The lining of his coffers shall make Coats To deck our soldiers for these Irish wars. Come Gentlemen, let's all go visit him: Pray heaven we may make haste, and come too late. Will the King come, that I may breathe my last In wholesome counsel to his unstaid youth? Vex not yourself, nor strive not with your breath, For all in vain comes counsel to his ear. Oh but (they say) the tongues of dying men Enforce attention like deep harmony; Where words are scarce, they are seldom spent in vain, For they breath truth, that breath their words in pain. He that no more must say, is listened more, Then they whom youth and ease have taught to gloze, More are men's ends marked, than their lives before, The setting Sun, and Music is the close As the last taste of sweets, is sweetest last, Writ in remembrance, more than things long passed; Though Richard my life's counsel would not hear, My deaths sad tale, may yet undeafe his ear.
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Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
He is our Coſin (Coſin) but 'tis doubt, When time ſhall call him home from baniſhment, Whether our kinſman come to ſee his friends, Our ſelfe, and Buſhy: heere Bagot and Greene Obſeru'd his Courtſhip to the common people: How he did ſeeme to diue into their hearts, With humble, and familiat courteſie, What reuerence he did throw away on ſlaues; Wooing poore Crafteſ-men, with the craft of ſoules, And patient vnder-bearing of his Fortune, As 'twere to baniſh their affects with him. Off goes his bonnet to an Oyſter-wench, A brace of Dray-men bid God ſpeed him well, And had the tribute of his ſupple knee, With thankes my Countrimen, my louing friends, As were our England in reuerſion his, And he our ſubiects next degree in hope. Well, he is gone, & with him go theſe thoughts: Now for the Rebels, which ſtand out in Ireland, Expedient manage muſt be made my Liege Ere further leyſure, yeeld them further meanes For their aduantage, and your Highneſſe loſſe. We will our ſelfe in perſon to this warre, And for our Coffers, with too great a Court, And liberall Largeſſe, are growne ſomewhat light, We are inforc'd to farme our royall Realme, The Reuennew whereof ſhall furniſh vs For our affayres in hand: if that come ſhort Our Subſtitutes at home ſhall haue Blanke-charters: Whereto, when they ſhall know what men are rich, They ſhall ſubſcribe them for large ſummes of Gold, And ſend them after to ſupply our wants: For we will make for Ireland preſently. what newes? Old Iohn of Gaunt is verie ſicke my Lord, Sodainly taken, and hath ſent poſt haſte To entreat your Maieſty to viſit him. Where lyes he? At Ely houſe. Now put it (heauen) in his Phyſitians minde, To helpe him to his graue immediately: The lining of his coffers ſhall make Coates To decke our ſouldiers for theſe Iriſh warres. Come Gentlemen, let's all go viſit him: Pray heauen we may make haſt, and come too late. Will the King come, that I may breath my laſt In wholſome counſell to his vnſtaid youth? Vex not your ſelfe, nor ſtriue not with your breth, For all in vaine comes counſell to his eare. Oh but (they ſay) the tongues of dying men Inforce attention like deepe harmony; Where words are ſcarſe, they are ſeldome ſpent in vaine, For they breath truth, that breath their words in paine. He that no more muſt ſay, is liſten'd more, Then they whom youth and eaſe haue taught to gloſe, More are mens ends markt, then their liues before, The ſetting Sun, and Muſicke is the cloſe As the laſt taſte of ſweetes, is ſweeteſt laſt, Writ in remembrance, more then things long paſt; Though Richard my liues counſell would not heare, My deaths ſad tale, may yet vndeafe his eare.