Shakespeare, William · published 1597 · first performed or written 1592 [1591-1592] (Annals) tragedy; history · Derby's (Strange's) Men (?) unassigned nearest T43 York and Lancaster: dynastic claims and · 519 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T43: henry, king, richard, warwick, york, edward, father, duke, crown, son.
After, after, cousin Buckingham, The Mayor towards Guildhall hies him in all post, There at your meetest advantage of the time, Infer the bastardy of Edward's children: Tell them how Edward put to death a Citizen, Only for saying he would make his son Heir to the Crown, meaning (indeed) his house, Which by the sign thereof was termed so. Moreover, urge his hateful luxury, And bestial appetite in change of lust, Which stretched to their servants, daughters, wives, Even where his lustful eye, or savage heart Without control listed to make his prey: Nay for a need thus far, come near my person, Tell them, when that my mother went with child Of that unsatiate Edward; noble York My princely father than had wars in France, And by just computation of the time Found, that the issue was not his begot, Which well appeared in his lineaments, Being nothing like the noble Duke my father: But touch this sparingly as it were far off, Because you know my Lord, my mother lives. Fear not, my Lord, I'll play the Orator, As if the golden see for which I plead Were for myself. If you thrive well, bring them to Baynard's castle, Where you shall find me well accompanied, With reverend fathers and well earned Bishops. About three or four a clock look to hear What news Guildhall affordeth, and so my Lord farewell. Now will I in to take some privy order, To draw the brats of Clarence out of sight, And to give notice that no manner of person At any time have recourse unto the Princes. This is the indictment of the good Lord Hastings, Which in a set hand fairly is engrosst, That it may be this day read over in Paules● And mark how well the sequel hangs together, Eleven hours I spent to write it over, For yesternight by Catesby was it brought me, The precedent was full as long adoing, And yet within these five hours lived Lord Hastings, Untainted, unexamined, free, at liberty: here's a good world, the while. Why who's so gross That sees not this palpable device? Yet who's so blind but says he sees it not? Bad is the world, and all will come to nought, When such bad dealing must be seen in thought. How now my Lord, what say the Citizens? Now by the holy mother of our Lord, The Citizens are mum, and speak not a word. Touched you the bastardy of Edward's children? I did, with the insatiate greediness of his desires, His tyranny for trifles, his own bastardy, As being got, your father then in France: withal I did infer your lineaments, Being the right Idea of your father, Both in your form and nobleness of mind, Laid open all your victories in Scotland: Your discipline in war, wisdom in peace: Your bounty, virtue, fair humility: Indeed left nothing fitting for the purpose Untouched, or slightly handled in discourse: And when mine oratory grew to an end. I bid them that did love their country's good▪ Cry, God save Richard, England's royal King.
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Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
After, after, coosin Buckingham, The Maior towards Guildhall hies him in all post, There at your meetst aduantage of the time, Inferre the bastardy of Edwards children: Tell them how Edward put to death a Cittizen, Onely for saying he would make his sonne Heire to the Crowne, meaning (indeede) his house, Which by the signe thereof was termed so. Moreouer, vrge his hatefull luxurie, And bestiall appetite in change of lust, Which stretched to theyr seruants, daughters, wiues, Euen where his lustfull eye, or sauage heart Without controll listed to make his prey: Nay for a neede thus farre, come neere my person, Tell them, when that my mother went with childe Of that vnsatiate Edward; noble Yorke My princely father then had warres in Fraunce, And by iust computation of the tyme Found, that the issue was not his begot, Which well appeared in his lineaments, Being nothing like the noble Duke my father: But touch this sparingly as it were farre off, Because you know my Lord, my mother liues. Feare not, my Lord, Ile play the Orator, As if the golden see for which I pleade Were for my selfe. If you thriue well, bring them to Baynards castle, Where you shall finde me well accompanyed, Wyth reuerend fathers and well earned Bishops. About three or foure a clocke look to heare What news Guildhall affordeth, and so my Lord farewell. Now will I in to take some priuy order, To draw the brats of Clarence out of sight, And to giue notice that no maner of person At any tyme haue recourse vnto the Princes. This is the indictment of the good Lord Hastings, Which in a set hand fairely is engrosst, That it may be this day read ouer in Paules And marke how well the sequele hangs together, Eleuen houres I spent to wryte it ouer, For yesternight by Catesby was it brought me, The president was full as long adoyng, And yet within these fiue houres liued Lord Hastings, Vntaynted, vnexamined, free, at liberty: Heeres a good world, the while. Why whoes so grosse That sees not this palpable deuice? Yet whoes so blinde but sayes he sees it not? Bad is the world, and all will come to naught, When such bad dealing must be sene in thought. How now my Lord, what say the Cittizens? Now by the holy mother of our Lord, The Citizens are mumme, and speake not a word. Toucht you the bastardy of Edwards children? I did, wyth the insatiate greedinesse of his desires, His tyranny for trifles, his owne bastardy, As beyng got, your father then in Fraunce: Withll I did inferre your lineaments, Beyng the right Idea of your father, Both in your forme and noblenesse of minde, Laid open all your victories in Scotland: Your discipline in warre, wisedome in peace: Your bounty, vertue, faire humility: Indeede left nothing fitting for the purpose Vntoucht, or sleightly handled in discourse: And when mine oratory grew to an ende. I bid them that did loue their countries good▪ Crie, God saue Richard, Englands royall King.