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 · 463 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.
My Lords of England, let me tell you this, I have had feeling of my Cousin's Wrongs, And laboured all I could to do him right: But in this kind, to come in braving Arms, Be his own Carver, and cut out his way, To find out Right with Wrongs, it may not be; And you that do abett him in this kind, Cherish Rebellion, and are Rebels all. The Noble Duke hath sworn his coming is But for his own; and for the right of that, We all have strongly sworn to give him aid, And let him ne'er see joy, that breaks that Oath. Well, well, I see the issue of these Arms, I cannot mend it, I must needs confess, Because my power is weak, and all ill left: But if I could, by him that gave me life, I would attach you all, and make you stoop Unto the Sovereign Mercy of the King. But since I cannot, be it known to you, I do remain as Neuter. So far you well, Unless you please to enter in the Castle, And there repose you for this Night. An offer Uncle, that we will accept: But we must win your Grace to go with us To Bristol Castle, which they say is held By Bushie, Bagot, and their Complices, The Caterpillars of the Commonwealth, Which I have sworn to weed, and pluck away. It may be I will go with you: but yet I'll pause, For I am loath to break our Country's Laws: Nor Friends, nor Foes, to me welcome you are, Things past redress, are now with me past care. My Lord of Salisbury, we have stayed ten days, And hardly kept our Countrymen together, And yet we hear no tidings from the King; Therefore we will disperse ourselves: farewell. Stay yet another day, thou trusty Welshman, The King reposeth all his confidence in thee. 'Tis thought the King is dead, we will not stay; The Bay-trees in our Country all are withered, And Meteors fright the fixed Stars of Heaven; The pale-faced Moon looks bloody on the Earth, And leane-looked Prophets whisper fearful change; Rich men look sad, and Ruffians dance and leap, The one in fear, to lose what they enjoy, The other to enjoy by Rage, and War: These signs forerun the death of Kings. Farewell, our Countrymen are gone and fled; As well assured Richard their King is dead. Ah Richard, with eyes of heavy mind, I see thy Glory, like a shooting Star, Fall to the base Earth, from the Firmament: Thy Sun sets weeping in the lowly West, Witnessing Storms to come, Woe, and Unrest: Thy Friends are fled, to wait upon thy Foes, And crossly to thy good, all fortune goes.
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Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
My Lords of England, let me tell you this, I haue had feeling of my Coſens Wrongs, And labour'd all I could to doe him right: But in this kind, to come in brauing Armes, Be his owne Caruer, and cut out his way, To find out Right with Wrongs, it may not be; And you that doe abett him in this kind, Cherſh Rebellion, and are Rebels all. The Noble Duke hath ſworne his comming is But for his owne; and for the right of that, Wee all haue ſtrongly ſworne to giue him ayd, And let him neu'r ſee Ioy, that breakes that Oath. Well, well, I ſee the iſſue of theſe Armes, I cannot mend it, I muſt needes confeſſe, Becauſe my power is weake, and all ill left: But if I could, by him that gaue me life, I would attach you all, and make you ſtoope Vnto the Soueraigne Mercy of the King. But ſince I cannot, be it knowne to you, I doe remaine as Neuter. So fare you well, Vnleſſe you pleaſe to enter in the Caſtle, And there repoſe you for this Night. An offer Vnckle, that wee will accept: But wee muſt winne your Grace to goe with vs To Briſtow Caſtle, which they ſay is held By Buſhie, Bagot, and their Complices, The Caterpillers of the Commonwealth, Which I haue ſworne to weed, and plucke away. It may be I will go with you: but yet Ile pawſe, For I am loth to breake our Countries Lawes: Nor Friends, nor Foes, to me welcome you are, Things paſt redreſſe, are now with me paſt care. My Lord of Salisbury, we haue ſtayd ten dayes, And hardly kept our Countreymen together, And yet we heare no tidings from the King; Therefore we will diſperſe our ſelues: farewell. Stay yet another day, thou truſtie Welchman, The King repoſeth all his confidence in thee. 'Tis thought the King is dead, we will not ſtay; The Bay-trees in our Countrey all are wither'd, And Meteors fright the fixed Starres of Heauen; The pale-fac'd Moone lookes bloody on the Earth, And leane-look'd Prophets whiſper fearefull change; Rich men looke ſad, and Ruffians dance and leape, The one in feare, to looſe what they enioy, The other to enioy by Rage, and Warre: Theſe ſignes fore-run the death of Kings. Farewell, our Countreymen are gone and fled; As well aſſur'd Richard their King is dead. Ah Richard, with eyes of heauie mind, I ſee thy Glory, like a ſhooting Starre, Fall to the baſe Earth, from the Firmament: Thy Sunne ſets weeping in the lowly Weſt, Witneſſing Stormes to come, Woe, and Vnreſt: Thy Friends are fled, to wait vpon thy Foes, And croſſely to thy good, all fortune goes.