Shakespeare, William · published 1597 · first performed or written 1592 [1591-1592] (Annals) tragedy; history · Derby's (Strange's) Men (?) unassigned nearest T0 Court life: dukes, favour and honour · 487 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T0: duke, lord, duchess, love, court, madam, prince, honour, grace, lady.
Now Margaret's ours is fallen upon our heads: For standing by, when Richard stabbed her son. Then cursed she Hastings, then cursed she Buckingham: Then cursed she Richard. Oh remember God, To hear her prayers for them as now for us, And for my sister, and her princely son: Be satisfied dear God with our true bloods, Which as thou knowest unjustly must be spilled. Come come dispatch, the limit of your lines is out Come Grace, come Vaughan, let us all embrace And take our leave until we meet in heaven. My Lords at once the cause why we are met, Is to determine of the coronation: In God's name say, when is this royal day? Are all things fitting for that royal time? It is, and wants but nomination. To morrow then, I guess a happy time. Who knows the Lo: protector's mind here in? Who is most inward with the noble Duke. Why you my Lo: me thinks you should soon know his mind Who I my Lo? we know each others faces: But for our hearts, he knows no more of mine, Then I of yours: nor I no more of his, than you of mine: Lo: Hastings you and he are near in love. I thank his Grace, I know he loves me well: But for his purpose in the coronation: I have not 〈◊〉 him nor he delivered His Grace's pleasure any way therein: But you my noble Lo: may name the time, And in the Duke's behalf, I'll give my voice, Which I presume he will take in Gentle part. Now in good time here comes the Duke himself. My noble L. and Cousin's 〈◊〉, good morrow, I have been long a sleeper▪ but I hope My absence doth neglect no great designs, Which by my presence might have been coucluded. Had not you come upon your kew my Lo: William L: Hastings had now pronounced your parts I mean your voice for crowning of the King. Than my Lo: Hastings no man might be bolder, His Lordship knows me well, and loves me well. I thank your Grace. My Lo: of Elie▪ My Lo: When I was last in Holborn: I saw good strawberries in your garden there, I do beseech you send for some of them. I go my Lord. cozen Buckingham, a word with you: Catesby hath sounded Hastings in our business, And finds the testy Gentleman so hot, As he will lose his head ear give consent, His Master's son as worshipful he terms it, Shall lose the royalty of England's throne. Withdraw you hence my Lo: I'll follow you. We have not yet set down this day of triumph, To morrow in mine opinion is too sudden: For I myself am not so well provided, As else I would be, were the day prolonged. Where is my L. protector, I have sent for these strawberries.
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Now Margarets ourse is falne vpon our heads: For standing by, when Richard stabd her sonne. Then curst she Hastings, then curst she Buckingham: Then curst she Richrd. Oh remember God, To heare her praiers for them as now for vs, And for my sister, and her princely sonne: Be satisfied deare God with ou true blouds, Which as thou knowest vniustly must be spilt. Come come dispatch, the limit of your line is out Come Gray, come Vaughan, let vs all imbrace And take our leaue vntill we meete in heauen. My Lords at once the cause why we are met, Is to determine of the coronation: In Gods name say, when is this royall day? Are all things fitting for that royall time? It is, and wants but nomination. To morrow then, I guesse a happy time. Who knowes the Lo: protectors mind here in? Who is most inwad with the noble Duke. Why you my Lo: me thinks you should soonest know his mind Who I my Lo? we know each others faces: But for our harts, he knowes no more of mine, Then I of yours: nor I no more of his, then you of mine: Lo: Hastings you and he are neere in loue. I thanke his Grace, I know he loues me well: But for his purpose in the coronation: I haue not him nor he deliuerd His Graces pleasure any way therein: But you my noble Lo: may name the time, And in the Dukes behalfe, Ile giue my voice, Which I presume he will take in Gentle part. Now in good time here comes the Duke himselfe. My noble L. and Cosens , good morrow, I haue beene long a sleeper▪ but I hope My absence doth neglect no great designes, Which by my presence might haue been coucluded. Had not you come vpon your kew my Lo: William L: Hastings had now pronounst your parts I meane your voice for crowning of the King. Than my Lo: Hastings no man might be bolder, His Lordship knowes me well, and loues me well. I thanke your Grace. My Lo: of Elie▪ My Lo: When I was last in Holborne: I saw good strawberries in your garden there, I doe beseech you send for some of them. I go my Lord. Cosen Buckingham, a word with you: Catesby hath sounded Hastings in our busines, And findes the testy Gentleman so hoat, As he will loose his head eare giue consent, His Masters sonne as worshipful he termes it, Shal loose the roialty of Englands throane. Withdraw you hence my Lo: Ile follow you. We haue not yet set downe this day of triumph, To morrow in mine opinion is too sodaine: For I my selfe am not so well prouided, As els I would be, were the day prolonged. Where is my L. protector, I haue sent for these strawberies.