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 · 510 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.
If thou do pardon, whosoever pray, More sins for this forgiveness, prosper may. This festered joint cut off, the rest rests sound, This let alone, will all the rest confound. O King, believe not this hardhearted man, Love, loving not itself, none other can. Thou frantic woman, what dost thou make here, Shall thy old dugs, once more a Traitor rear? Sweet York be patiented, hear me gentle Liege. Rise up good Aunt. Not yet, I thee beseech. For ever will I kneel upon my knees, And never see day, that the happy sees, Till thou give joy: until thou bid me joy. By pardoning Rutland, my transgressing Boy. Unto my mother's prayers, I bend my knee. Against them both, my true joints bended be. Pleads he in earnest? Look upon his Face, His eyes do drop no tears: his prayers are in jest: His words come from his mouth, ours from our breast. He prays but faintly, and would be denied, We pray with heart, and soul, and all beside: His weary joints would gladly rise, I know, Our knees shall kneel, till to the ground they grow: His prayers are full of false hypocrisy, Ours of true zeal, and deep integrity: Our prayers do outpray his, then let them have That mercy, which true prayers ought to have. Good Aunt stand up. Nay, do not say stand up. But Pardon first, and afterwards stand up. And if I were thy Nurse, thy tongue to teach, Pardon should be the first word of thy speech. I never longed to hear a word till now: Say Pardon (King,) let pity teach thee how. The word is short: but not so short as sweet, No word like Pardon, for King's mouth's so meet. Speak it in French (King) say Pardon'ne moy. Dost thou teach pardon, Pardon to destroy? Ah my sour husband, my hardhearted Lord, That set's the word itself, against the word. Speak Pardon, as 'tis currant in our Land, The chopping French we do not understand. Thine eye begins to speak, set thy tongue there, Or in thy piteous heart, plant thou thine ear, That hearing how our plaints and prayers do pierce, Pity may move thee, Pardon to rehearse. Good Aunt, stand up. I do not sue to stand, Pardon is all the suit I have in hand. I pardon him, as heaven shall pardon me. O happy vantage of a kneeling knee: Yet am I sick for fear: Speak it again, Twice saying Pardon, doth not pardon twain, But makes one pardon strong. I pardon him with all my hart. A God on earth thou art. But for our trusty brother-in-Law, the Abbot, With all the rest of that consorted crew, Destruction strait shall dog them at the heels: Good Uncle help to order several powers To Oxford, or where ere these Traitors are: They shall not live within this world I swear, But I will have them, if I once know where. Uncle farewell, and Cousin adieu: Your mother well hath prayed, and prove you true.
seed 43: unassigned · seed 44: unassigned — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
If thou do pardon, whoſoeuer pray, More ſinnes for this forgiueneſſe, proſper may. This feſter'd ioynt cut off, the reſt reſts ſound, This let alone, will all the reſt confound. O King, beleeue not this hard-hearted man, Loue, louing not it ſelfe, none other can. Thou franticke woman, what doſt yu make here, Shall thy old dugges, once more a Traitor reare? Sweet Yorke be patient, heare me gentle Liege. Riſe vp good Aunt. Not yet, I thee beſeech. For euer will I kneele vpon my knees, And neuer ſee day, that the happy ſees, Till thou giue ioy: vntill thou bid me ioy. By pardoning Rutland, my tranſgreſſing Boy. Vnto my mothers prayres, I bend my knee. Againſt them both, my true ioynts bended be. Pleades he in earneſt? Looke vpon his Face, His eyes do drop no teares: his prayres are in ieſt: His words come from his mouth, ours from our breſt. He prayes but faintly, and would be denide, We pray with heart, and ſoule, and all beſide: His weary ioynts would gladly riſe, I know, Our knees ſhall kneele, till to the ground they grow: His prayers are full of falſe hypocriſie, Ours of true zeale, and deepe integritie: Our prayers do out-pray his, then let them haue That mercy, which true prayers ought to haue. Good Aunt ſtand vp. Nay, do not ſay ſtand vp. But Pardon firſt, and afterwards ſtand vp. And if I were thy Nurſe, thy tongue to teach, Pardon ſhould be the firſt word of thy ſpeach. I neuer long'd to heare a word till now: Say Pardon (King,) let pitty teach thee how. The word is ſhort: but not ſo ſhort as ſweet, No word like Pardon, for Kings mouth's ſo meet. Speake it in French (King) ſay Pardon'ne moy. Doſt thou teach pardon, Pardon to deſtroy? Ah my ſowre husband, my hard-hearted Lord, That ſet's the word it ſelfe, againſt the word. Speake Pardon, as 'tis currant in our Land, The chopping French we do not vnderſtand. Thine eye begins to ſpeake, ſet thy tongue there, Or in thy pitteous heart, plant thou thine eare, That hearing how our plaints and prayres do pearce, Pitty may moue thee, Pardon to rehearſe. Good Aunt, ſtand vp. I do not ſue to ſtand, Pardon is all the ſuite I haue in hand. I pardon him, as heauen ſhall pardon mee. O happy vantage of a kneeling knee: Yet am I ſicke feare: Speake it againe, Twice ſaying Pardon, doth not pardon twaine, But makes one pardon ſtrong. I pardon him with all my hart. A God on earth thou art. But for our truſty brother-in-Law, the Abbot, With all the reſt of that conſorted crew, Deſtruction ſtraight ſhall dogge them at the heeles: Good Vnckle helpe to order ſeuerall powres To Oxford, or where ere theſe Traitors are: They ſhall not liue within this world I ſweare, But I will haue them, if I once know where. Vnckle farewell, and Coſin adieu: Your mother well hath praid, and proue you true.