Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written 1595 (Annals) tragedy; history · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men T29 Disguise and pursuit in Look About You typicality 0.83 · 509 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T29: gloster, faukenbridge, skinke, hermit, richard, prince, iohn, porter, henry, brother.
Call forth Bagot. Now Bagot, freely speak thy mind, What thou dost know of Noble Glousters death: Who wrought it with the King, and who performed The bloody Office of his Timeless end. Then set before my face, the Lord Aumerle. Cousin, stand forth, and look upon that man. My Lord Aumerle, I know your daring tongue Scorns to unsay, what it hath once delivered. In that dead time, when Glousters death was plotted, I heard you say. Is not my arm of length, That reacheth from the restful English Court As far as Calais, to my Uncle's head. Amongst much other talk, that very time, I heard you say, that you had rather refuse The offer of an hundred thousand Crowns, Then Bullingbrookes' return to England; adding withal, How blessed this Land would be, in this your Cousin's death. Princes, and Noble Lords: What answer shall I make to this base man? Shall I so much dishonour my fair Stars, On equal terms to give him chastisement? Either I must, or have mine honour soiled With th' Attaindor of his slanderous Lips. There is my Gage, the manual Seal of death That marks thee out for Hell. Thou liest, And will maintain what thou hast said, is false, In thy heart blood, though being all too base To stain the temper of my Knightly sword. Bagot forbear, thou shalt not take it up. Excepting one, I would he were the best In all this presence, that hath moved me so. If that thy valour stand on sympathise: There is my Gage, Aumerle, in Gage to thine: By that fair Sun, that shows me where thou standest, I heard thee say (and vauntingly thou spak'st it) That thou were't cause of Noble Glousters death. If thou deniest it, twenty times thou liest, And I will turn thy falsehood to thy hart, Where it was forged with my Rapier's point. Thou darest not (Coward) live to see the day. Now by my Soul, I would it were this hour. Fitzwater thou art damned to hell for this. Aumerle, thou lye'st: his Honour is as true In this Appeal, as thou art all unjust: And that thou art so, there I throw my Gage To prove it on thee, to th' extremest point Of mortal breathing. Seize it, if thou darest. And if I do not, may my hands rot off, And never brandish more revengeful Steel, Over the glittering Helmet of my Foe. My Lord Fitz-water: I do remember well, the very time Aumerle, and you did talk. My Lord, 'Tis very true: You were in presence then, And you can witness with me, this is true. As false, by heaven, As Heaven itself is true. Surrey, thou Liest. Dishonourable Boy; That Lie, shall lie so heavy on my Sword, That it shall render Vengeance, and Revenge, Till thou the Lye-giver, and that Lie, do lie In earth as quiet, as thy Father's Scull. In proof whereof, there is mine Honour's pawn, Engage it to the Trial, if thou darest.
Other edition — placed after the fit, excluded from the main statistics
Position
nodes 1845–1911 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 30 of 43 in this edition
Length
509 words · 716 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T29 — Disguise and pursuit in Look About Youcontext only — excluded from the genre comparison · typicality 0.827 (cosine to the topic centroid) · placed after the fit (approximate_predict), not counted in the topic statistics
Other seeds
seed 43: T34 · seed 44: T31 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
Call forth Bagot. Now Bagot, freely ſpeake thy minde, What thou do'ſt know of Noble Glouſters death: Who wrought it with the King, and who perform'd The bloody Office of his Timeleſſe end. Then ſet before my face, the Lord Aumerle. Coſin, ſtand forth, and looke vpon that man. My Lord Aumerle, I know your daring tongue Scornes to vnſay, what it hath once deliuer'd. In that dead time, when Glouſters death was plotted, I heard you ſay. Is not my arme of length, That reacheth from the reſtfull Engliſh Court As farre as Callis, to my Vnkles head. Amongſt much other talke, that very time, I heard you ſay, that you had rather refuſe The offer of an hundred thouſand Crownes, Then Bullingbrookes returne to England; adding withall, How bleſt this Land would be, in this your Coſins death. Princes, and Noble Lords: What anſwer ſhall I make to this baſe man? Shall I ſo much diſhonor my faire Starres, On equall termes to giue him chaſticement? Either I muſt, or haue mine honor ſoyl'd With th' Attaindor of his ſland'rous Lippes. There is my Gage, the manuall Seale of death That markes thee out for Hell. Thou lyeſt, And will maintaine what thou haſt ſaid, is falſe, In thy heart blood, though being all too baſe To ſtaine the temper of my Knightly ſword. Bagot forbeare, thou ſhalt not take it vp. Excepting one, I would he were the beſt In all this preſence, that hath mou'd me ſo. If that thy valour ſtand on ſympathize: There is my Gage, Aumerle, in Gage to thine: By that faire Sunne, that ſhewes me where thou ſtand'ſt, I heard thee ſay (and vauntingly thou ſpak'ſt it) That thou wer't cauſe of Noble Glouſters death. If thou denieſt it, twenty times thou lyeſt, And I will turne thy falſhood to thy hart, Where it was forged with my Rapiers point. Thou dar'ſt not (Coward) liue to ſee the day. Now by my Soule, I would it were this houre. Fitzwater thou art damn'd to hell for this. Aumerle, thou lye'ſt: his Honor is as true In this Appeale, as thou art all vniuſt: And that thou art ſo, there I throw my Gage To proue it on thee, to th' extreameſt point Of mortall breathing. Seize it, if thou dar'ſt. And if I do not, may my hands rot off, And neuer brandiſh more reuengefull Steele, Ouer the glittering Helmet of my Foe. My Lord Fitz-water: I do remember well, the very time Aumerle, and you did talke. My Lord, 'Tis very true: You were in preſence then, And you can witneſſe with me, this is true. As falſe, by heauen, As Heauen it ſelfe is true. Surrey, thou Lyeſt. Diſhonourable Boy; That Lye, ſhall lie ſo heauy on my Sword, That it ſhall render Vengeance, and Reuenge, Till thou the Lye-giuer, and that Lye, doe lye In earth as quiet, as thy Fathers Scull. In proofe whereof, there is mine Honors pawne, Engage it to the Triall, if thou dar'ſt.