Shakespeare, William · published 1597 · first performed or written 1592 [1591-1592] (Annals) tragedy; history · Derby's (Strange's) Men (?) unassigned nearest T1 Death, grief and revenge · 479 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T1: death, life, dead, die, blood, revenge, soul, father, heart, heaven.
I would they were that I might die at once, For now they kill me with a living death: Those eyes of thine from mine have drawn salt tears, Shamed their aspect with store of childish drops: I never sued to friend nor enemy, My tongue could never learn sweet soothing words: But now thy beauty is proposed my fee: My proud heart sues and prompts my tongue to speak▪ Teach not thy lips such scorn, for they were made For kissing Lady not for such contempt. If thy revengeful heart cannot forgive, Lo here I lend thee this sharp pointed sword: Which if thou please to hide in this true bosom, And let the soul forth that adoreth thee: I late it naked to the deadly stroke, And humbly beg the death upon my knee. Nay, do not pause, ttwas I that killed your husband, But ttwas thy beauty that provoked me: Nay now dispatch ttwas I that killed King Henry: But ttwas thy heavenly face that set me on: Take up the sword again or take up me. Arise dissembler, though I wish thy death, I will not be the executioner. Then bid me kill myself, and I will do it▪ I have already. Tush that was in thy rage: Speak it again, and even with the word, That hand which for thy love did kill thy love, Shall for thy love, kill a far truer love: To both their deaths shalt thou be accessary. I would I knew thy heart. 'tis figured in my tongue. I fear me both are false. Then never was man true. Well, well, put up your sword▪ Say then my peace is made. That shall you know hereafter. But shall I live in hope. All men I hope live so. Vouchsafe to wear this ring. To take is not to give. Look how this ring encompasseth thy finger, Even so thy breast encloseth my poor heart. Wear both of them for both of them are thine, And if thy poor devoted suppliant may But beg one favour at thy gracious hand, Thou dost confirm his happiness for ever. What is it? That it would please thee leave these sad designs, To him that hath more cause to be a mourner, And presently repair to Crosby place, Where after I have solemnly interred At Chertsie monastery this noble King, And wet his grave with my repentant tears, I will with all expedient duty see you: For divers unknown reasons, I beseech you Grant me this boon. With all my heart, and much it joys me too, To see you are become so penitent: Tressill and Barkley go along with me. Bid me farewell 'tis more than you deserve: But since you teach me how to flatter you, Imagine I have said farewell already. Sirs take up the corpse. Towards Chertsie noble Lord.
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I would they were that I might die at once, For now they kill me with a liuing death: Those eies of thine from mine haue drawen salt teares, Shamd their aspect with store of childish drops: I neuer sued to friend nor enemy, My tongue could neuer learne sweete soothing words: But now thy beauty is propsde my fee: My proud heart sues and prompts my tongue to speake▪ Teach not thy lips such scorne, for they were made For kissing Lady not for such contempt. If thy reuengefull heart cannot forgiue, Lo here I lend thee this sharpe pointed sword: Which if thou please to hide in this true bosome, And let the soule forth that adoreth thee: I lae it naked to the deadly stroke, And humbly beg the death vpon my knee. Nay, doe not pawse, twas I that kild your husband, But twas thy beauty that prouoked me: Nay now dispatch twas I that kild King Henry: But twas thy heauenly face that set me on: Take vp the sword againe or take vp me. Arise dissembler, though I wish thy death, I will not be the executioner. Then bid me kill my selfe, and I will doe it▪ I haue already. Tush that was in thy rage: Speake it againe, and euen with the word, That hand which for thy loue did kill thy loue, Shall for thy loue, kill a farre truer loue: To both their deaths shalt thou be accessary. I would I knew thy heart. Tis figued in my tongue. I feare me both are false. Then neuer was man true. Well, well, put vp your sword▪ Say then my peace is made. That shall you know hereafter. But shall I liue in hope. All men I hope liue so. Voutsafe to weare this ring. To take is not to giue. Looke how this ring incompasseth thy finger, Euen so thy breast incloseth my poore heart. Weare both of them for bth of hem are thine, And if thy poore deuoted suppliant may But beg one fauour at thy gratious hand, Thou doest confirme his happines for euer. What is it? That it would please thee leaue these sad designes, To him that hath more cause to be a mourner, And presently repaire to Crosbie place, Where after I haue solmnly interred At Chertsie monastery this noble King, And wet his graue with my repentant teares, I will with all expedient dutie see you: For diuers vnknowne reasons, I beseech you Grant me this boone. With all my heart, and much it ioies me too, To see you are become so penitent: Tressill and Barkley go along with me. Bid me farewell Tis more then you deserue: But since you teach me how to flatter you, Imagine I haue said farewell already. Sirs take vp the corse. Towards Chertsie noble Lord.