Shakespeare, William · published 1597 · first performed or written 1592 [1591-1592] (Annals) tragedy; history · Derby's (Strange's) Men (?) unassigned nearest T1 Death, grief and revenge · 477 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T1: death, life, dead, die, blood, revenge, soul, father, heart, heaven.
Tut fear not me. I can counterfeit the deep Tragedian: Speak, and look back, and pry on every side: Intending deep suspicion, ghastly looks Are at my service like enforced smiles, And both are ready in their offices To grace my stratagems. Here comes the Mayor. Let me alone to entertain him. Lo: Maior. Look to the drawbridge there. The reason we have sent for you. Catesby overlook the walls. Hark, I hear a drum. Look back, defend thee, here are enemies. God and our innocence defend us. O, O, be quiet, it is Catesby. Here is the head of that ignoble traitor, The dangerous and unsuspected Hastings. So dear I loved the man, that I must weep: I took him for the plainest harmless man, That breathed upon this earth a christian, Look ye my Lo: Maior. Made him my book, wherein my soul recorded, The history of all her secret thoughts: So smooth he daubed his vice with show of virtue. That his apparent open guilt omitted: I mean his conversation with Shore's wife, He laid from all attainder of suspect. Well well, he was the covertst sheltered traitor That ever lived, would you have imagined, Or almost believe, wert not by great preservation We live to tell it you? The subtle traitor Had this day plotted in the council house, To murder me, and my good Lord of Gloucester. What, had he so? What think you we are Turks or Infidels, Or that we would against the form of law, Proceed thus rashly to the villains death, But that the extreme peril of the case, The peace of England, and our persons safety Enforced us to this execution. Now fair befall you, he deserved his death, And you my good Lords both, have well proceeded To warn false traitors from the like attempts: I never looked for better at his hands, After he once fell in with Mistress Shore. Yet had not we determined he should die, Until your Lordship came to see his death, Which now the longing haste of these our friends, Some what against our meaning have prevented, Because, my Lord, we would have had you heard The traitor speak; and timorously confess The manner and the purpose of his treason, That you might well have signified the same Unto the Citizens, who happily may Misconstrue us in him, and wail his death. But my good Lord, your grace's word shall serve As well as I had seen or heard him speak, And doubt you not, right noble Princes both, But I'll acquaint your duteous citizens, With all your just proceed in this cause. And to that end we 〈◊〉 your Lordship here To avoid the carping censures of the world. But since you come too late of our intents, Yet witness what we did intend, and so my Lord adieu.
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Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
Tut feare not me. I can counterfait the deepe Tragedian: Speake, and looke backe, and prie on euery side: Intending deepe suspition, gastly lookes Are at my seruice like inforced smiles, And both are ready in their offices To grace my stratagems. Here comes the Maior. Let me alone to entertaine him. Lo: Maior. Looke to the drawbridge there. The reason we haue sent for you. Catesby ouerlooke the wals. Harke, I heare a drumme. Looke backe, defend thee, here are enemies. God and our innocence defend vs. O, O, be quiet, it is Catesby. Here is the head of that ignoble traitor, The daungerous and vnsuspected Hastings. So deare I lou'd the man, that I must weepe: I tooke him for the plainest harmelesse man, That breathed vpon this earth a christian, Looke ye my Lo: Maior. Made him my booke, wherein my soule recorded, The history of all her secret thoughts: So smoothe he daubd his vice with shew of vertue. That his apparant open guilt omitted: I meane his conuersation with Shores wife, He laid from all attainder of suspect. Well well, he was the couertst sheltred traitor That euer liu'd, would you haue imagined, Or almost beleeue, wert not by great preseruation We liue to tell it you? The subtile traitor Had this day plotted in the councell house, To murder me, and my good Lord of Glocester. What, had he so? What thinke you we are Turkes or Infidels, Or that we would against the forme of lawe, Proceede thus rashly to the villaines death, But that the extreame perill of the case, The peace of England, and our persons safety Inforst vs to this execution. Now faire befall you, he deserued his death, And you my good Lords both, haue well proceeded To warne false traitours from the like attempts: I neuer lookt for better at his hands, After he once fell in with Mistresse Shore. Yet had not we determined he should die, Vntill your Lordship came to see his death, Which now the longing haste of these our friends, Some what against our meaning haue preuented, Because, my Lord, we would haue had you heard The traitor speake; and timerously confesse The maner and the purpose of his treason, That you might well haue signified the same Vnto the Citizens, who happily may Misconster vs in him, and wayle his death. But my good Lord, your graces word shall serue As well as I had seene or heard him speake, And doubt you not, right noble Princes both, But Ile acquaint your dutious citizens, With all your iust proceedings in this cause. And to that end we your Lordship here To auoyde the carping censures of the world. But since you come too late of our intents, Yet witnesse what we did intend, and so my Lord adue.