Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written 1595 (Annals) tragedy; history · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men unassigned nearest T53 The crown: kingship claimed, resigned an · 485 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T53: crown, king, state, life, lord, lords, live, queen, tullia, prince.
My Lord, the mind of Bullingbrooke is changed. You must to Pomfret, not unto the Tower. And Madame, there is order ta'en for you: With all swift speed, you must away to France. Northumberland, thou Ladder wherewithal The mounting Bullingbrooke ascends my Throne, The time shall not be many hours of age, More than it is, ere foul sin, gathering head, Shall break into corruption: thou shalt think, Though he divide the Realm, and give thee half, It is too little, helping him to all: He shall think, that thou which knowst the way To plant unrightful Kings, wilt know again, Being ne'er so little urged another way, To pluck him headlong from the usurped Throne. The Love of wicked friends converts to Fear; That Fear, to Hate; and Hate turns one, or both, To worthy Danger, and deserved Death. My guilt be on my Head, and there an end: Take leave, and part, for you must part forthwith. Doubly divorced? (bad men) ye violate A twofold Marriage; 'twixt my Crown, and me, And then betwixt me, and my married Wife. Let me vn-kisse the Oath 'twixt thee, and me; And yet not so, for with a Kiss 'twas made. Part us, Northumberland: I, towards the North, Where shivering Cold and Sickness pines the Clime: My Queen to France: from whence, set forth in pomp, She came adorned hither like sweet May; Sent back like Hollowmas, or shortest of day. And must we be divided? must we part? I, hand from hand (my Love) and heart from heart. Banish us both, and send the King with me. That were some Love, but little Policy. Then whither he goes, thither let me go. So two together weeping, make one Woe. Weep thou for me in France; I, for thee here: Better far off, then near, be ne'er the near. Go, count thy Way with Sighs; I, mine with Groans. So longest Way shall have the longest Moans. Twice for one step I'll groan, the Way being short, And piece the Way out with a heavy heart. Come, come, in wooing Sorrow let's be brief, Since wedding it, there is such length in Grief: One Kiss shall stop our mouths, and dumbely part; Thus give I mine, and thus take I thy heart. Give me mine own again: 'twere no good part, To take on me to keep, and kill thy heart. So, now I have mine own again, be gone, That I may strive to kill it with a groan. We make Woe wanton with this fond delay: Once more adieu; the rest, let Sorrow say. My Lord, you told me you would tell the rest, When weeping made you break the story off, Of our two Cousins coming into London. Where did I leave? At that sad stop, my Lord, Where rude mis-gouerned hands, from Windows tops, Threw dust and rubbish on King Richard's head.
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My Lord, the mind of Bullingbrooke is chang'd. You muſt to Pomfret, not vnto the Tower. And Madame, there is order ta'ne for you: With all ſwift ſpeed, you muſt away to France. Northumberland, thou Ladder wherewithall The mounting Bullingbrooke aſcends my Throne, The time ſhall not be many houres of age, More then it is, ere foule ſinne, gathering head, Shall breake into corruption: thou ſhalt thinke, Though he diuide the Realme, and giue thee halfe, It is too little, helping him to all: He ſhall thinke, that thou which know'ſt the way To plant vnrightfull Kings, wilt know againe, Being ne're ſo little vrg'd another way, To pluck him headlong from the vſurped Throne. The Loue of wicked friends conuerts to Feare; That Feare, to Hate; and Hate turnes one, or both, To worthie Danger, and deſerued Death. My guilt be on my Head, and there an end: Take leaue, and part, for you muſt part forthwith. Doubly diuorc'd? (bad men) ye violate A two-fold Marriage; 'twixt my Crowne, and me, And then betwixt me, and my marryed Wife. Let me vn-kiſſe the Oath 'twixt thee, and me; And yet not ſo, for with a Kiſſe 'twas made. Part vs, Northumberland: I, towards the North, Where ſhiuering Cold and Sickneſſe pines the Clyme: My Queene to France: from whence, ſet forth in pompe, She came adorned hither like ſweet May; Sent back like Hollowmas▪ or ſhort'ſt of day. And muſt we be diuided? muſt we part? I, hand from hand (my Loue) and heart frō heart. Baniſh vs both, and ſend the King with me. That were ſome Loue, but little Pollicy. Then whither he goes, thither let me goe. So two together weeping, make one Woe. Weepe thou for me in France; I, for thee heere: Better farre off, then neere, be ne're the neere. Goe, count thy Way with Sighes; I, mine with Groanes. So longeſt Way ſhall haue the longeſt Moanes. Twice for one ſtep Ile groane, ye Way being ſhort, And peece the Way out with a heauie heart. Come, come, in wooing Sorrow let's be briefe, Since wedding it, there is ſuch length in Griefe: One Kiſſe ſhall ſtop our mouthes, and dumbely part; Thus giue I mine, and thus take I thy heart. Giue me mine owne againe: 'twere no good part, To take on me to keepe, and kill thy heart. So, now I haue mine owne againe, be gone, That I may ſtriue to kill it with a groane. We make Woe wanton with this fond delay: Once more adieu; the reſt, let Sorrow ſay. My Lord, you told me you would tell the reſt, When weeping made you breake the ſtory off, Of our two Couſins comming into London. Where did I leaue? At that ſad ſtoppe, my Lord, Where rude miſ-gouern'd hands, from Windowes tops, Threw duſt and rubbiſh on King Richards head.