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 · 486 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.
Was never Orphans had a dearer loss. Was never mother had a dearer loss: Alas, I am the mother of these moans, Their woes are parceld, mine are general: She for Edward weeps, and so do I: I for a Clarence weep, so doth not she: These babes for Clarence weep, and so do I: I for an Edward weep, so do not they. Alas, you three on me threefold distressed, Pour all your tears, I am your furrows nurse, And I will pamper it with lamentations. Madame have comfort, all of us have cause, To wail the dimming of our shining star: But none can cure their harms by wailing them, Madam my mother, I do cry you mercy, I did not see your Grace, humbly on my knee I crave your blessing. God bless thee, and put meekness in thy mind, Love, charity, obedience, and true duty. Amen, and make me die a good old man, That's the butt end of a mother's blessing: I marvel why her Grace did leave it out. You cloudy Princes, and hart-sorrowing peers That bear this mutual heavy load of moan: Now cheer each other, in each others love: Though we have spent our harvest of this King, We are to reap the harvest of his son: The broken rancour of your high swollen hearts, But lately splinterd, knit, and joined etogether, Must gently be preserved, cherished and kept, Me seemeth good that with some little train, Forthwith from Ludlow the young Prince be fetched Hither to London, to be crowned our King. Then be it so; and go we to determine, Who they shallbe that strait shall post to Ludlow: Madam, and you my mother will you go, To give your censures in this weighty business, With all our hearts. My Lord who ever journeys to the Prince, For God's sake let not us two stay behind: For by the way I'll sort occasion, As index to the story we late talked of, To part the Queen's proud kindred from the King. My other self, my counsels consistory: My Oracle, my Prophet, my dear cozen: I like a child will go by thy direction: Towards Ludlow then, for we will not stay behind. Neighbour well met, whither away so fast? I promise you, I scarcely know myself. Hear you the news abroad? I, that the King is dead. Bad news birlady, seldom comes the better, I fear, I fear, 'twill prove a troublous world. Good morrow neighbours. Doth this news hold of good King Edward's death? It doth. Then masters look to see a troublous world No no, by God's good grace his son shall reign. Woe to that land that's governed by a child. In him there is a hope of government, That in his nonage counsel under him, And in his full and ripened years himself, No doubt shall then, and till then govern well▪
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Was neuer Orphanes had a dearer losse. Was neuer mother had a dearer losse: Alas, I am the mother of these mones, Their woes are parceld, mine are generall: She for Edward weepes, and so doe I: I for a Clarence weepe, so doth not she: These babes for Clarence weepe, and so doe I: I for an Edward weepe, so doe not they. Alas, you three on me threefold distrest, Poure all your teares, I am your forrowes nurse, And I will pamper it with lamentations. Madame haue comfort, al of vs haue cause, To waile the dimming of our shining starre: But none can cure their harmes by wailing them, Madame my mother, I doe crie you mercy, I did not see your Grace, humbly on my knee I craue your blessing. God blesse thee, and put meekenes in thy minde, Loue, charity, obedience, and true duety. Amen, and make me die a good old man, Thats the butt end of a mothers blessing: I maruell why her Grace did leaue it out. You cloudy Princes, and hart-sorrowing peeres That beare this mutuall heauy lode of moane: Now cheare each other, in each others loue: Though we haue spent our haruest of this King, We are to reape the haruest of his sonne: The broken rancour of your high swolne hearts, But lately splinterd, knit, and ioynd etogether, Must gently be preseru'd, cherisht and kept, Me seemeth good that with some little traine, Forthwith from Ludlow the yong Prince be fetcht Hither to London, to be crownd our King. Then be it so; and go we to determine, Who they shalbe that straight shall post to Ludlow: Madame, and you my mother will you go, To giue your censures in this waighty busines, With all our hearts. My Lord who euer iourneies to the Prince, For Gods sake let not vs two stay behinde: For by the way Ile sort occasion, As index to the story we late talkt of, To part the Queenes proud kindred from the King. My other selfe, my counsels consistory: My Oracle, my Prophet, my deare Cosen: I like a childe will go by thy direction: Towards Ludlow then, for we will not stay behinde. Neighbour well met, whither away so fast? I promise you, I scarcely know my selfe. Heare you the newes abroad? I, that the King is dead. Bad newes birlady, seldome comes the better, I feare, I feare, twill prooue a troublous world. Good morrow neighbours. Doth this newes hold of good King Edwards death? It doth. Then masters looke to see a troublou world No no, by Gods good grace his sonne shall raigne. Woe to that land thats gouernd by a childe. In him there is a hope of gouernement, That in his nonage counsell vnder him, And in his full and ripened yeres himselfe, No doubt shall then, and till then gouerne well▪