Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written 1595 (Annals) tragedy; history · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men unassigned nearest T43 York and Lancaster: dynastic claims and · 506 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T43: henry, king, richard, warwick, york, edward, father, duke, crown, son.
So that by this intelligence we learn The Welshmen are dispersed, and Salisbury Is gone to meet the King, who lately landed With some few private friends, upon this Coast. The news is very fair and good, my Lord, Richard, not far from hence, hath hid his head. It would beseem the Lord Northumberland, To say King Richard: alack the heavy day, When such a sacred King should hide his head. Your Grace mistakes: only to be brief, Left I his Title out. The time hath been, Would you have been so brief with him, he would Have been so brief with you, to shorten you, For taking so the Head, your whole heads length. Mistake not (Uncle) farther than you should. Take not (good Cousin) farther than you should. Lest you mistake the Heavens are over your head. I know it (Uncle) and oppose not myself Against their will. But who comes here? Welcome Harry: what, will not this Castle yield? The Castle royally is manned, my Lord, Against thy entrance. Royally? Why, it contains no King? Yes (my good Lord) It doth contain a King: King Richard lies Within the limits of yond Lime and Stone, And with him, the Lord Aumerle, Lord Salisbury, Sir Stephen Scroop, besides a Clergy man Of holy reverence; who, I cannot learn. Oh, belike it is the Bishop of Carlile. Noble Lord, Go to the rude Ribs of that ancient Castle, Through Brazen Trumpet send the breath of Parle Into his ruined Ears, and thus deliver: Henry Bullingbrooke upon his knees doth kiss King Richard's hand, and sends allegiance And true faith of heart to his Royal Person: hither come Even at his feet, to lay my Arms and Power, Provided, that my Banishment repealed, And Lands restored again, be freely granted: If not, I'll use th' advantage of my Power, And lay the Summer's dust with showers of blood, Rained from the wounds of slaughtered Englishmen; The which, how far off from the mind of Bullingbrooke It is, such Crimson Tempest should bedrench The fresh green Lap of fair King Richard's Land, My stooping duty tenderly shall show. Go signify as much, while here we march Upon the Grassy Carpet of this Plain: Let's march without the noise of threatening Drum, That from this Castles tattered Battlements Our fair Appointments may be well perused. Me thinks King Richard and myself should meet With no less terror than the Elements Of Fire and Water, when their thundering smoke At meeting tears the cloudy Cheeks of Heaven: Be he the fire, I'll be the yielding Water; The Rage be his, while on the Earth I rain My Waters on the Earth, and not on him. March on, and mark King Richard how he looks. See, see, King Richard doth himself appear As doth the blushing discontented Sun, From out the fiery Portall of the East, When he perceives the envious Clouds are bend To dim his glory, and to stain the tract Of his bright passage to the Occident.
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So that by this intelligence we learne The Welchmen are diſpers'd, and Salisbury Is gone to meet the King, who lately landed With ſome few priuate friends, vpon this Coaſt. The newes is very faire and good, my Lord, Richard, not farre from hence, hath hid his head. It would beſeeme the Lord Northumberland, To ſay King Richard: alack the heauie day, When ſuch a ſacred King ſhould hide his head. Your Grace miſtakes: onely to be briefe, Left I his Title out. The time hath beene, Would you haue beene ſo briefe with him, he would Haue beene ſo briefe with you, to ſhorten you, For taking ſo the Head, your whole heads length. Miſtake not (Vnckle) farther then you ſhould. Take not (good Couſin) farther then you ſhould. Leaſt you miſtake the Heauens are ore your head. I know it (Vnckle) and oppoſe not my ſelfe Againſt their will. But who comes here? Welcome Harry: what, will not this Caſtle yeeld? The Caſtle royally is mann'd, my Lord, Againſt thy entrance. Royally? Why, it containes no King? Yes (my good Lord) It doth containe a King: King Richard lyes Within the limits of yond Lime and Stone, And with him, the Lord Aumerle, Lord Salisbury, Sir Stephen Scroope, beſides a Clergie man Of holy reuerence; who, I cannot learne. Oh, belike it is the Biſhop of Carlle. Noble Lord, Goe to the rude Ribs of that ancient Caſtle, Through Brazen Trumpet ſend the breath of Parle Into his ruin'd Eares, and thus deliuer: Henry Bullingbrooke vpon his knees doth kiſſe King Richards hand, and ſends allegeance And true faith of heart to his Royall Perſon: hither come Euen at his feet, to lay my Armes and Power, Prouided, that my Baniſhment repeal'd, And Lands reſtor'd againe, be freely graunted: If not, Ile vſe th' aduantage of my Power, And lay the Summers duſt with ſhowers of blood, Rayn'd from the wounds of ſlaughter'd Engliſhmen; The which, how farre off from the mind of Bullingbrooke It is, ſuch Crimſon Tempeſt ſhould bedrench The freſh greene Lap of faire King Richards Land, My ſtooping dutie tenderly ſhall ſhew. Goe ſignifie as much, while here we march Vpon the Graſſie Carpet of this Plaine: Let's march without the noyſe of threatning Drum, That from this Caſtles tatter'd Battlements Our faire Appointments may be well perus'd. Me thinkes King Richard and my ſelfe ſhould meet With no leſſe terror then the Elements Of Fire and Water, when their thundring ſmoake At meeting teares the cloudie Cheekes of Heauen: Be he the fire, Ile be the yeelding Water; The Rage be his, while on the Earth I raine My Waters on the Earth, and not on him. March on, and marke King Richard how he lookes. See, ſee, King Richard doth himſelfe appeare As doth the bluſhing diſcontented Sunne, From out the fierie Portall of the Eaſt, When he perceiues the enuious Clouds are bent To dimme his glory, and to ſtaine the tract Of his bright paſſage to the Occident.