Shakespeare, William · published 1597 · first performed or written 1592 [1591-1592] (Annals) tragedy; history · Derby's (Strange's) Men (?) unassigned nearest T53 The crown: kingship claimed, resigned an · 509 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T53: crown, king, state, life, lord, lords, live, queen, tullia, prince.
And then he sends you word. He dreamt to ●ight the bear had razed his helm: Besides, he says there are two counsels held, And that may be determined at the one, Which may make you and him to ●●we alithe other, Therefore he sends to know your Lordship's pleasure: I● presently you will take horse with him, And with all speed post into the North, To shun the danger that his soul divines. Go fellow go, return unto thy Lord, Bid him not fear the separated counsels: His honour and myself are at the one▪ And at the other, is my servant Catesby: Where nothing can proceed that toucheth us, Whereof I shall not have intelligence. Tell him his fears are shallow, wanting instance. And for his dreams, I 〈…〉 is so ●ond▪ To trust the mockery of unquiet slumbers, To fly the boar, before the boar pursues us, Were to incense the boar to follow us, And make pursuit where he did me and no chase: Go bid thy Master 〈◊〉 and come to me, And we will both together to the tower, Where he shall see the boar will use us kindly. My gracious Lo: I'll tell him what you say. Many good morrows to my noble Lo: Good morrow Catesby, you are early stirring, What news what news, in this our tottering state? It is a reeling world indeed my Lo: And I believe it will never stand upright, Till Richard wear the garland of the Realm. How? we are the garland? dost thou mean the crown? I my good Lord. I'll have this crown of mine, cut from my shoulders Ere I will see the crown so foul misplaste: But canst thou guess that he doth aime at it. Upon my life my Lo: and hopes to find you forward Upon his party for the gain thereof, And thereupon he sends you this good news, That this same very day, your enemies, The kindred of the Queen must die at Pomfret. Indeed I am no mourner for that news, Because they have been still mine enemies: But that I'll give my voice on Richard's side, To bar my Masters he i●es in true descent, God knows I will not do it to the death. God keep your Lordship in that gracious mind. But I shall laugh at this a twelvemonth hence▪ That they who brought me in my Master's hate, I live to look upon their tragedy: I tell thee Catesby. What my Lord? Ere a fortnight make me elder, I'll send some packing, that yet think not on it. 'tis anvil thing to die my gracious Lord, When men are unprepared and look not for it. O Monstrous monstrous, and so falls it out With Rivers, Vaughan, Grace, and so 'twill do With some men else, who think themselves as safe As thou, and I, who as thou knowest are dear To Princely Richard, and to Buckingham. The Princes both make high account of you, For they account his head upon the bridge.
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And then he sends you word. He dreamt to ight the beare had raste his helme: Besides, he saies there are two councels held, And that may be determined at the one, Which may make you and him to we a the other, Therefore he sends to know your Lordships pleasure: I presently you will take horse with him, And with all speede post into the North, To shun the danger that his soule diuines. Go fellow go, returne vnto thy Lord, Bid him not feare the seperated counsels: His honour and my selfe are at the one▪ And at the other, is my seruant Catesby: Where nothing can proceede that toucheth vs, Whereof I shall not haue intelligence. Tell him his feares are shallow, waning instance. And for his dreames, I is so ond▪ To trust the mockery of vnquie sumbers, To flie the boare, before the boare pursues vs, Were to incense the boare to follow vs, And make pursuite where he did me an no chase: Go bid thy Master nd come to me, And we will both together to the tower, Where he shall see the boare will vse vs kindely. My gratiou Lo: Ile tell him what you say. Many good morrowes to my noble Lo: Good morrow Catesby, you are early stirring, What newes what newes, in this our tottering state? It is a reeling world indeede my Lo: And I beleeue it will neuer stand vpright, Till Richard weare the garland of the Realme. Howe? we are the garland? doest thou meane the crowne? I my good Lord. Ile haue this crowne of mine, cut from my shoulders Ere I will see the crowne so foule misplaste: But canst thou guesse that he doth ame at it. Vpon my life my Lo: and hopes to find you forward Vpon his party for the gaine thereof, And thereupon he sends you this good newes, That this same very day, your enemies, The kindred of the Queene must die at Pomfret. Indeede I am no mourner for that newes, Because they haue beene still mine enemies: But that Ile giue my voice on Richards side, To barre my Masters he ies in true discent, God knowes I will not doe it to the death. God keepe your Lordship in that gratios minde. But I shall laugh at this a tweluemonth hence▪ That they who brought me in my Masters hate, I liue to looke vpon their tragedy: I tell thee Catesby. What my Lord? Ere a fortnight make me elder, Ile send some packing, that yet thinke not on it. Tis avile thing to die my gratious Lord, When men are vnprepard and looke not for it. O Monstrous monstrous, and so fals it out With Riuers, Vaugan, Gray, and so twill doe With some men els, who thinke themselues as safe As thou, and I, who as thou knowest are deare To Princely Richard, and to Buckingham. The Princes both make high account of you, For they account his head vpon the bridge.