Shakespeare, William · published 1597 · first performed or written 1592 [1591-1592] (Annals) tragedy; history · Derby's (Strange's) Men (?) T0 Court life: dukes, favour and honour typicality 0.78 · 486 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T0: duke, lord, duchess, love, court, madam, prince, honour, grace, lady.
Can this dark monarchy afford false Clarence, And so he vanished, then came wandering by, A shadow like an angel in bright hair, Dabbled in blood, and he squakt out aloud, Clarence is come, false, fleeting, perjured Clarene● That stabbed me in the field by Teuxbery: Seize on him furies, take him to your torment's, With that me thoughts a legion of foul fiend's Environed me about, and howled in mine ears Such hideous cries, that with the very noise I trembling, waked, and for a season after Can not believe but that I was in hell, Such terrible impression made the dream. No marvel my Lo: though it affrighted you, I promise you, I am afraid to hear you tell it. O Brokenbury I have done those things, Which now bear evidence against my soul For Edward's sake, and see how he requites me. I pray thee gentle keeper stay by me, My soul is heavy, and I feign would sleep. I will my Lo: God give your Grace good rest, Sorrow break seasons, and reposing hours Makes the night morning, and the noontide night, Princes have but their titles for their glories▪ An outward honour, for an inward toil, And for unfelt imagination, They often feel a world of restless cares: So that betwixt their titles and low names▪ There● nothing differs but the outward fame. In God's name what are you, and how came you hither? I would speak with Clarence, and I came hither on my legs. Yea, are you so brief. O sir, it is better to be brief then tedious, Show him our commission, talk no more. I am in this commanded to deliver The noble Duke of Clarence to your hands, I will not reason what is mean thereby, Because I willbe guiltless of the meaning: Here are the keys, there sits the Duke a sleep, I'll to his Majesty, and certify his Grace, That thus I have resigned my charge to you. Do so, it is a point of wisdom. What shall I stab him as he sleeps? No then he will say ttwas done cowardly When he wakes. When he wakes, Why fool he shall never wake till the judgement day. Why then he will say, we stabbed him sleeping. The urging of that word judgement, hath bred A kind of remorse in me. What art thou afraid. Not to kill him having a warrant for it, but to be dā●d For killing him, from which no warrant can defend us. Back to the Duke of Gloucester, tell him so. I pray thee stay a while, I hope my holy, humour will Change, ttwas wont to hold me but while one would tell xx. How dost thou feel thyself no●? Faith some certain dregs of conscience are yet with in me. Remember our reward when the deed is done. Zounds he dies, I had forgot the reward.
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Position
nodes 823–882 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 14 of 54 in this edition
Length
486 words · 626 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T0 — Court life: dukes, favour and honourcross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.781 (cosine to the topic centroid) · placed after the fit (approximate_predict), not counted in the topic statistics
Other seeds
seed 43: T0 · seed 44: T0 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
Can this darke monarchy affoord false Clarence, And so he vanisht, then came wandring by, A shadow like an angell in bright haire, Dabled in bloud, and he squakt out alowd, Clarence is come, false, fleeting, periurd Clarene That stabd me in the field by Teuxbery: Seaze on him furies, take him to your tormets, With that me thoughts a legion of foule fiend Enuirond me about, and howled in mine eares Such hideous cries, that with the very noise I trembling, wakt, and for a season after Could not beleeue but that I was in hell, Such terrible impression made the dreame. No marueile my Lo: though it affhted you, I promise you, I am afraid to heare you tell it. O Brokenbury I haue done those things, Which now beare euidence against my soule For Edwards sake, and see how he requites me. I pray thee gentle keeper stay by me, My soule is heauy, and I faine would sleepe. I will my Lo: God giue your Grace good rest, Sorrowe breake seasons, and reposing howers Makes the night morning, and the noonetide night, Princes haue but their titles for their glories▪ An outward honou, for an inward toile, And for vnfelt imagination, They often feele a world of reslesse cares: So that bewixt their titles and lowe names▪ There nothing differs but the outward fame. In Gods name what are you, and how came you hither? I would speake with Clarence, and I came hither on my legs. Yea, are you so briefe. O sir, it is better to be briefe then tedious, Shew him our commission, talke no more. I am in this commanded to deliuer The noble Duke of Clarence to your hands, I will not reason what is mean thereby, Because I wilbe guiltles of the meaning: Here are the keies, there sits the Duke a sleepe, Ile to his Maiesty, and certifie his Grace, That thus I haue resignd my charge to you. Doe so, it is a point of wisedome. What shall I stab him as he sleepes? No then he will say twas done cowardly When he wakes. When he wakes, Why foole he shall neuer wake till the iudgement day. Why then he will say, we stabd him sleeping. The vrging of that word Iudgement, hath bred A kind of remorse in me. What art thou afraid. Not to kill him hauing a warrant for it, but to be dā d For killing him, from which no warrant can defend vs. Backe to the Duke of Glocester, tell him so. I pray thee stay a while, I hope my holy, humor will Change, twas wont to hold me but while one would tel xx. How doest thou feel thy selfe no? Faith some certaine dregs of onscience are yet with in me. Remember our reward when the deede is done. Zounds he dies, I had forgot the reward.