Shakespeare, William · published 1597 · first performed or written 1592 [1591-1592] (Annals) tragedy; history · Derby's (Strange's) Men (?) unassigned nearest T53 The crown: kingship claimed, resigned an · 466 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.
NOw is the winter of our discontent Made glorious summer by this 〈◊〉 of York: And all the clouds that lowered upon our house In the deep bosom of the 〈◊〉. Now are our brows bound with victorious wreaths, Our bruised arms hung up for monuments▪ Our stern alarms changed to merry meetings, Our dreadful marches to delightful measures. Grim-visagde war, hath smoothde his wrinkled front, And now in steed of mounting barbed steeds, To fright the souls of fearful adversaries. He caper's nimbly in a Lady's chamber, To the lascivious pleasing of a love. But I that am not shaped for sportive tricke●, Nor made to court an amorous looking glass, I that am rudely stamped and want 〈◊〉 majesty, To strut before a wanton ambling Nymph: I that am curtailed of this fair proportion, Cheated of feature by dissembling nature, Deformed, unfinished, sent before my time Into this breathing world scarce half made up▪ And that so lamely and unfashionable, That dog's bark at me as I halt by them: Why I in this weak piping time of peace Have no delight to pass away the time, Unless to spy my shadow in the sun, And descant on mine own deformity: And therefore since I cannot prove a lover To entertain these fair well spoken days. I am determined to prove a villain, And hate the idle pleasures of these days: Plots have I laid inductions dangerous, By drunken Prophecies, libels and dreams, To set my brother Clarence and the King In deadly hate the one against the other. And if King Edward be as true and just, As I am subtle, false, and treacherous: This day should Clarence closely be mewed up, About a Prophecy which says that G. Of Edward's heirs the murderers shall be. Dive thoughts down to my soul, Hear Clarence comes, Brother, good days, what means this armed guard That waits upon your grace? His Majesty tendering my persons safety hath appointed This conduct to convey me to the tower. Upon what cause? Because my name is George. Alack my Lord that fault is none of yours, He should for that commit your Godfathers: O belike his Majesty hath some intent That you shallbe new christened in the Tower. But what's the matter Clarence may I know? Yea Richard when I know; for I protest As yet I do not, but as I can learn, He harkens after Prophecies and dreams, And from the crosse-rowe plucks the letter G: And says a wizard told him that by G, His issue disinherited should be. And for my name of George begins with G, It follows in his thought that I am he. These as I learn and such like toys as these, Have moved his highness to commit me now.
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NOw is the winter of our discontent Made glorious summer by this of Yorke: And all the cloudes that lowrd vpon our house In the deepe bosome of the . Now are our browes bound with victoriou wreathes, Our bruised armes hung vp for monuments▪ Our stern alarmes changd to merry meeting, Our dreadfull marches to delightfull measures. Grim-visagde warre, hath smoothde his wrinkled front, And now in steed of mounting barbed steedes, To fright the soules of fearefull aduersaries. He capers nimbly in a Ladies chamber, To the lasciuious pleasing of a loue. But I that am not shapte or sportiue tricke, No made to court an amorous looking glasse, I that am rudely stampt and want maiesty, To strut before a wanton ambling Nymph: I that am curtaild of this faire proportion, Cheated of feature by dissembling nature, Deformd, vnfinisht, sent before my time Into this breathing world scarce halfe made vp▪ And that so lamely and vnfashionable, That dogs barke at me as I halt by them: Why I in this weake piping time of peace Haue no delight to passe away the time, Vnlesse to spie my shadow in the sunne, And descant on mine owne deformity: And therefore since I cannot prooue a louer To entertaine these faire well spoken daies. I am determined to prooue a villaine, And hate the idle pleasures of these daies: Plots haue I laid inductious dangerous, By drunken Prophesies, libels and dreames, To set my brother Clarence and the King In deadly hate the one against the other. And if King Edward be as true and iust, As I am subtile, false, and trecherous: This day should Clarence closely be mewed vp, About a Prophecy which saies that G. Of Edwards heires the murtherers shall be. Diue thoughts downe to my soule, Heere Clarence comes, Brother, good dayes, what meanes this armed gard That waites vpon your grace? His Maiesty tendering my persons safety hath apponted This conduct to conuay me to the tower. Vpon what cause? Because my name is George. Alacke my Lord that fault is none of yours, He should for that commit your Godfathers: O belike his Maiesty hath some intent That you shalbe new christened in the Tower. But vvhats the matter Clarence may I know? Yea Richard when I know; for I protest As yet I doe not, but as I can learne, He harkens after Prophecies and dreames, And from the crosse-rowe pluckes the letter G: And saies a wisard told him that by G, His issue disinherited should be. And for my name of George begins with G, It followes in his thought that I am he. These as I learne and such like toies as these, Haue moued his highnes to commit me now.