Shakespeare, William · published 1597 · first performed or written 1592 [1591-1592] (Annals) tragedy; history · Derby's (Strange's) Men (?) unassigned nearest T29 Disguise and pursuit in Look About You · 493 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T29: gloster, faukenbridge, skinke, hermit, richard, prince, iohn, porter, henry, brother.
When ever Buckingham doth turn his hate, On you or yours, but with all duteous love Doth cherish you and yours, God punish me With hate, in those where I expect most love▪ When I have most need to employ a friend, And most assured that he is a friend, Deep, hollow, treacherous, and full of guile Be he unto me, this do I beg of God, When I am cold in zeal to you or yours. A pleasing cordial Princely Buckingham, Is this thy vow unto my sickly heart: There wanteth now our brother Gloucester here, To make the perfect period of this peace, And in good time here comes the noble Duke Good morrow to my sovereign King & Queen, And Princely peers, a happy time of day. Happy indeed as we have spent the day: Brother we have done deeds of charity Made peace of enmity▪ fair love of hate, Between these swelling wrong insenced peers. A blessed labour, my most sovereign liege, Amongst this princely heap, if any here By false Intelligence or wrong surmise, Hold me a foe, if I unwittingly or in my rage, Have aught committed that is hardly borne By any in this presence, I desire To reconcile me to his friendly peace, 'tis death to me to be at enmity. I hate it, and desire all good men's love. First Madam I entreat true peace of you, Which I will purchase with my duteous service. Of you my noble Cousin Buckingham, If ever any grudge were lodged between us. Of you Lo: Rivers, and Lord Grace of you, That all without desert have frowned on me, Dukes, Earls, Lords, gentlemen, indeed of all: I do not know that English man alive, With whom my soul is any jot at odds, More than the infant that is borne to night: I thank my God for my humility. A holy day shall this be kept hereafter, I would to God all strifes were well compounded. My sovereign liege I do beseech your Majesty. To take our brother Clarence to your Grace. Why Madam, have I offered love for this, To be thus scorned in this royal presence? Who knows not that the noble Duke is dead, You do him injury to scorn his corpse. Who knows not he is dead? who knows he is● All seeing heaven, what a world is this? Look I so pale Lo: Dorset as the rest? I my good L▪ and no one in this presence, But his red colour hath forsook his cheeks. Is Clarence dead, the order was reversed. But he poor soul by your first order died, And that a wingled Mercury did bear, Some tardy cripple bore the countermand, That came too l●g to see him buried: God grant that some less noble, and less loyal, Nearer in bloody thoughts, but not in blond: Deserve not worse than wretched Clarence did, And yet go currant from suspicion.
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When euer Buckingham doth turne his hate, On you or yours, but with all duteous loue Doth cherish you and yours, God punish me With hate, in those where I expect most loue▪ When I haue most neede to imploy a friend, And most assured that he is a friend, Deepe, hollow, trecherous, and full of guile Be he vnto me, this doe I begge of God, When I am cold in zeale to you or yours. A pleasing cordiall Princely Buckingham, Is this thy vow vnto my sickly heart: There wanteth now our brother Glocester here, To make the perfect period of this peace, And in good time here comes the noble Duke Good morrow to my soueraigne King & Queene, And Princely peeres, a happy time of day. Happy indeede as we haue spent the day: Brother we haue done deedes of charity Made peace of enmity▪ faire loue of hate, Betweene these swelling wrong insenced peeres. A blessed labour, my most soueraigne liege, Amongst this princely heape, if any here By false Intelligence or wrong surmise, Hold me a foe, if I vnwittingly or in my rage, Haue ought committed that is hardly borne By any in this presence, I desire To reconcile me to his friendly peace, Tis death to me to be at enmity. I hate it, and desire all good mens loue. First Madam I intreate true peace of you, Which I will purchase with my dutious seruice. Of you my noble Coosen Buckingham, If euer any grudge were logde betweene vs. Of you Lo: Riuers, and Lord Gray of you, That all without desert haue frownd on me, Dukes, Earles, Lords, gentlemen, indeed of all: I doe not know that English man aliue, With whom my soule is any iotte at oddes, More then the infant that is borne to night: I thanke my God for my humility. A holy day shall this be kept hereafter, I would to God all ifes were well compounded. My soueraigne liege I doe beseech your Maiesty. To take our brother Clarence to your Grace. Why Madame, haue I offred loue for this, To be thus scorned in this royall presence? Who knowes not that the noble Duke is dead, You doe him inury to scorne his corse. Who knowes not he is dead? who knowes he is All seeing heauen, what a world is this? Looke I so pale Lo: Dorset as the rest? I my good L▪ and no one in this presence, But his red couler hath forsooke his cheekes. Is Clarence dead, the order was reuerst. But he poore soule by your first order died, And that a wingled Mercury did beae, Some tardy cripple bore the countermaund, That came too lg to see him buried: God grant that some lesse noble, and lesse loyall, Neerer in bloudy thoughts, but not in blond: Deserue not worse then wretched Clarence dd, And yet go currant from suspition.