Shakespeare, William · published 1597 · first performed or written 1592 [1591-1592] (Annals) tragedy; history · Derby's (Strange's) Men (?) unassigned nearest T38 Death, parting and grief at court · 477 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T38: queen, king, death, dead, heart, life, die, lord, royal, news.
In thy foul throat thou liest, Queen Margaret saw Thy bloody falchion smoking in his blood. The which thou once didst bend against her breast, But that thy brothers beat aside the point. I was provoked by her slanderous tongue▪ Which laid their guilt upon my gui●tlesle shoulders. Thou wast provoked by thy bloody mind▪ Which never dreamt on aught but butcheries, Didst thou not kill this King. I grant yea. Dost grant me hedgehog then god grant me too Thou mayest be damned for that wicked deed, Oh he was gentle, mild, and virtuous. The fit for the King of Heaven that hath him. He is in heaven where thou shalt never come. Let him thank me that holp to send him thither, For he was fit for that place then earth. And thou unfit for any place but hell. Yes one place else if you will hear me name it. Some dungeon. Your bedchamber. Ill rest betide the chamber where thou liest. So will it Madam till I ●●e with you. I hope so. I Know so, but gentle Lady Anne, To leave this keen encounter of our wits, And fall somewhat into a flower method: Is not the causer of the timeless deaths, Of these Plantagenets Henry and Edward, As blameful as the executioner. Thou art the cause and most accursed effect. Your beauty was the cause of that effect, Your beauty which did haunt me in my sleep: To undertake the death of all the world So I might rest one hour in your sweet bosom. If I thought that I tell thee homicide, These nails should rend that beauty from my cheeks. These eyes could never endure sweet beauty's wrack, You should not blemish them if I stood by: As all the world is cheered by the son, So I by that, it is my day, my life. Black night overshade thy day, and death thy life. Curse not thyself fair creature, thou art both. I would I were to be revenged on thee. It is a quarrel most unnatural, To be revenged on him that loveth you. It is a quarrel just and reasonable, To be revenged on him that slew my husband. He that bearest thee Lady of thy husband, Did it to help thee to a better husband. His better doth not breath upon the earth. Go to, he lives that loves you better than he could. Name him. Plantagenet. Why that was he. The self-same name but one of better nature. Where is he. Hear. Why dost thou spit at me. Would it were mortal poison for thy sake. Never came poison from so sweet a place. Never hung poison on a fouler toad, Out of my sight thou dost infect my eyes. Thine eyes sweet Lady have infected mine. Would they were basilisks to strike thee dead.
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In thy foule throat thou liest, Queene Margaret saw Thy bloudy faulchion smoking in his bloud. The which thou once didst bend against her brest, But that thy brothers beat aside the point. I was prouoked by her slauderous tongue▪ Which laid their guilt vpon my guitlesle shoulders. Thou wast prouoked by thy bloudy minde▪ Which neuer dreamt on ought but butcheries, Didst thou not kill this King. I grant yea. Doest grant me hedghogge then god grant me too Thou maiest be damnd for that wicked deede, Oh he was getle, milde, and vertuous. The fitter for the King of Heauen that hath him. He is in heauen where thou shalt neuer come. Let him thanke me that holpe to send him thither, For he was fitter for that place then earth. And thou vnfit for any place but hell. Yes one place els if you will heare me name it. Some dungeon. Your bedchamber. Ill rest betide the chamber whee thou liest. So will it Madame till I e with you. I hope so. I Know so, but gentle Lady Ane, To leaue this keen incounter of our wits, And fall somewhat into a flower methode: Is not the causer of the timeles deaths, Of these Pantagenets Henry and Edward, As blamefull as the executioner. Thou art the cause and most accurst effect. Your beauty was the cause of that effect, Your beauty which did haunt me in my sleepe: To vndertake the death of all the world So I might rest one houre in your sweete bosome. If I thought that I tell thee homicide, These nailes should rend that beauty from my cheekes. These eies could neuer indure sweet beauties wrack, You should not blemish them if I stood by: As all the world is cheered by the sonne, So I by that, it is my day, my life. Blacke night ouershade thy day, and death thy life. Curse not thy selfe faire creature, thou art both. I would I were to be reuenged on thee. It is a quarrell most vnnaturall, To be reuengd on him that loueth you. It is a quarrell iust and reasonable, To be reuengd on him that slew my husband. He that berest thee Lady of thy husband, Did it to helpe thee to a better husband. His better doth not breath vpon the earth. Go to, he liues that loues you better then he could. Name him. Plantagenet. Why that was hee. The selfesame name but one of better nature. Where is he. Heere. Why doest thou spitte at me. Would it were mortall poison for thy sake. Neuer came poison from so sweete a place. Neuer hung poison on a fouler toade, Out of my sight thou doest infect my eies. Thine eies sweete Lady haue infected mine. Would they were basiliskes to strike thee dead.