Shakespeare, William · published 1597 · first performed or written 1592 [1591-1592] (Annals) tragedy; history · Derby's (Strange's) Men (?) unassigned nearest T18 Rebels, barons and the king's wars at ho · 505 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T18: king, lord, wallace, earl, edward, england, scotland, rebels, bruce, english.
I know they do, and I have well deserved it. What my Lo: where is your boar-spear man? Fear you the boar and go so unprovided? My Lo: good morrow▪ good morrow Catesby: You may jest on: but by the holy rood. I do not like these several counsels I. My Lo: I hold my life as dear as you do yours, And never in my life I do protest, Was it more precious to me than it is now: Think you, but that I know our state secure▪ I would be so triumphant as I am? The Lords at Pomfret when they road from London, Were jocund, and supposed their states was sure, And they indeed had no cause to mistrust: But yet you see how soon the day overcast, This sudden scab of rancour I misdoubt, Pray God, I say, I prove a needless coward: But come my Lo: shall we to the tower? I go: but stay, hear you not the news, This day those men you talked of, are beheaded. They for their truth might better wear their heads, Then some that have accused them wear their hats: But come my Lo: let us away. Go you before, I'll follow presently. Well met Hastings, how goes the world with thee? The better that it please your Lo: to ask. I tell thee fellow 'tis better with me now. Then when I met thee last where now we meet: Then was I going prisoner to the tower, By the suggestion of the Queen's allies: But now I tell thee (keep it to thyself.) This day those enemies are put to death, And I in better state than ever I was. God hold it to your honours good content. Gramercy Hastings hold spend thou that▪ God save your Lordship. What Sir Iohn, you are well met, I am beholding to you for your last days exercise: Come the next Sabbath and I will content you. How now Lo: Chamberlain, what talking with a priest, Your friends at Pomfret they do need the priest Your honour hath no shriving work in hand. Good faith and when I met this holy man, Those men you talk of came into my mind: What, go you to the tower my Lords I do, but long I shall not stay, I shall return before your Lordship thence. 'tis like enough, for I stay dinner there. And supper too, although thou knowest it not: Come shall we go along? Come bring forth the prisoners▪ Sir Richard Ratliffe let me tell thee this: To day shalt thou behold a subject die, For truth, for duty, and for loyalty. God keep the Prince from all the pack of you: A knot you are of damned bloodsuckers. O Pomfret Pomfret▪ Oh thou bloody prison▪ Fatal and ominous to noble peers. Within the guilty closure of thy walls Richard the second here was hacked to death: And for more slander to thy dismal soul, We giue thee up our guiltless bloods to drink▪
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I know they doe, and I haue well deserued it. What my Lo: where is your boare-speare man? Feare you the boare and go so vnprouided? My Lo: good morrow▪ good morrow Catesby: You may iest on: but by the holy oode. I doe not like these seuerall councels I. My Lo: I hould my life as deare as you doe yours, And neuer in my life I doe protest, Was it more pretious to me then it is now: Thinke you, but that I know our state secure▪ I would be so triumphant as I am? The Lords at Pomfret when they rode from London, Were iocund, and supposde their states was sure, And they indeed had no cause to mistrust: But yet you see how soone the day ouercast, This sodane scab of rancour I misdoubt, Pray God, I say, I proue a needelesse coward: But come my Lo: shall we to the tower? I go: but stay, heare you not the newes, This day those men you talkt of, are beheaded. They for their truth might better weare their heads, Then some that haue accusde them weare their hats: But come my Lo: let vs away. Go you before, Ile follow presently. Well met Hastings, how goes the world with thee? The better that it please your Lo: to aske. I tell thee fellow tis better with me now. Then when I met thee last where now vve meete: Then was I going prisoner to the tower, By the suggestion of the Queenes allies: But now I tell thee (keepe it to thy selfe.) This day those enemies are put to death, And I in better state then euer I was. God hold it to your honors good content. Gramercy Hastings hold spend thou that▪ God saue your Lordship. What Sir Iohn, you are wel met, I am beholding to you for your last daies exercise: Come the next sabaoth and I will content you. How now Lo: Chamberlaine, what talking with a priest, Your friends at Pomfret they doe need the priest Your honour hath no shriuing worke in hand. Good faith and when I met this holy man, Those men you talke of came into my minde: What, go you to the tower my Lord I doe, but long I shall not stay, I shall returne before your Lordship thence. Tis like enough, for I stay dinner there. And supper too, although thou knowest it not: Come shall we go along? Come bring foorth the prisoners▪ Sir Richard Ratliffe let me tell thee this: To day shalt thou behold a subiect die, For truth, for duty, and for loyalty. God keepe the Prince from all the packe of you: A knot you are of damned bloudsuckers. O Pomfret Pomfret▪ Oh thou bloudy prison▪ Fatall and ominous to noble peeres. Within the guilty closure of thy wal Richad the second here was hackt to death: And for more slaunder to thy dismall soule, We gue thee vp our guiltlesse blouds to drinke▪