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 · 509 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.
Have done. O Princely Buckingham, I will kiss thy hand In sign of league and amity with thee: Now fair befall thee and thy Princely house, Thy garments are not spotted with our blood, Nor thou within the compasse of my curse. Nor no one here, for curses never pass The lips of those that breath them in the air. I'll not believe but they ascend the sky, And there awake gods gentle sleeping peace. O Buckingham beware of yonder dog, Look when he fawns, he bites, and when he bites, His venom tooth will rackle thee to death, Have not to do with him, beware of him: Sin, death and hell, have set their marks on him, And all their ministers attend on him. What doth she say my Lo: of Buckingham? Nothing that I respect my gracious Lord. What dost thou scorn me for my gentle counsel, And soothe the devil that I warn thee from: O but remember this another day, When he shall split thy very heart with sorrow, And say poor Margaret was a prophetess: Live each of you the subjects of his hate, And he to your, and all of you to Gods. My hair doth stand on end to hear her curses. And so doth mine, I wonder she's at liberty. I cannot blame her by ●●ds holy mother, She hath had too much 〈◊〉, and I repent My part thereof that I have done. Inuer did her any to my knowledge. But you have all the vantage of this wrong. I was too hot to do some body good, That is too cold in thinking of it now: Marry as for Clarence he is well repaid, He is franked up to fatting for his pains, God pardon them that are the cause of it. A virtuous and a Christianlike conclusion, To pray for them that have done scathe to us. So do I ever being well advised, For had I cursed, now I had cursed myself. Madam his Majesty doth call for you. And for your Grace, and you my noble Lo▪ Catesby we come, Lords will you go with us. Madam we will attend your grace. I do the wrong, and first began to brawl The secret mischiefs that I set abroach, I lay unto the grievous charge of others: Clarence whom I indeed have laid in darkness, I do beweep to many simple gul●: Namely to Hastings, Derby, Buckingham, And say it is the Queen and her allies, That stir the King against the Duke my brother. Now they believe me, and withal whet me, To be revenged on Rivers, Vaughan, Grace: But then I sigh, and with a piece of scripture, Tell them that God bids us do good for evil: And thus I cloth my naked villainy, With old odd ends stolen out of holy writ, And seem a Saint when most I play the Devil: But soft here come my executioners. How now my hardy stout resolved mates, Are you now going to dispatch this deed.
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Haue done. O Princely Buckingham, I will kisse thy hand In signe of league and amity with thee: Now faire befall thee and thy Princely house, Thy garments are not spotted with our bloud, Nor thou within the compase of my curse. Nor no one here, for curses neue passe The lips of those that breath them in the aire. Ile not beleeue but they ascend the skie, And there awake gods gentle sleeping peace. O Buckingham beware of yonder dog, Looke when he fawnes, he bites, and when he bites, His venome tooth will rackle thee to death, Haue not to doe with him, beware of him: Sinne, death and hell, haue set their markes on him, And all their ministers attend on him. What doth she say my Lo: of Buckingham? Nothing that I respect my gratious Lord. What doest thou scorne me for my gentle counsell, And sooth the diuell that I warne thee from: O but remember this another day, When he shall split thy very heart with sorrow, And say poore Margaret was a prophetesse: Liue each of you the subiects of his hate, And he to your, and all of you to Gods. My haire doth stand on end to heare her curses. And so doth mine, I wonder shees at liberty. I cannot blame her by ds holy mother, She hath had too much , and I repent My part theeof that I haue done. Inuer did her any to my knowledge. But you haue all the vantage of this wrong. I was too hoat to doe some body good, That is too cold in thinking of it now: Marry as for Clarence he is well repaid, He is franckt vp to fatting for his paines, God pardon them that are the cause of it. A vertuous and a Christianlike conclusion, To pray for them that haue done scathe to vs. So doe I euer being well aduisde, For had I curst, now I had curst my selfe. Madam his Maiesty doth call for you. And for your Grace, and you my noble Lo▪ Catesby we come, Lords will you go with vs. Madame we will attend your grace. I doe the wrong, and first began to braule The secret mischiefes that I set abroach, I lay vnto the grieuous charge of others: Clarence whom I indeed haue laid in darkenes, I doe beweepe to many simple gul: Namely to Hastings, Darby, Buckingham, And say it is the Queene and her allies, That stirre the King against the Duke my brother. Now they beleeue me, and withall whet me, To be reuenged on Ryuers, Vaughan, Gray: But then I sigh, and with a piece of scripture, Tell them that God bids vs doe good for euill: And thus I clothe my naked villany, With old odde ends stolne out of holy writ, And seeme a Saint when most I play the Diuell: But soft here come my executioners. How now my hardy stout resolued mates, Are you now going to dispatch this deede.