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 · 515 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.
To morrow will it please you to be crowned. Even when you will, since you will have it so. To morrow then▪ we will attend your grace. Come, let us to our holy task again: Farewell good coosine, farewell gentle friends. Who meets us here, my niece Plantagenet? Sister well met, whether away so fast? No farther than the Tower, and as I guess Upon the like devotion as yourselves, To gratulate the tender Princes there. Kind sister thanks, we'll enter all together, And in good time here the Lieutenant comes. M. Lieutenant, pray you by your leave, How fares the Prince? Well Madam, and in health, but by your leave, I may not suffer you to visit him, The King hath straightly charged the contrary. The King? why, who's that? I cry you mercy, I mean the Lord protector. The Lord protect him from that Kingly title: Hath he set bounds betwixt their love and me: I am their mother, who should ●eepe me from them? I am their Fathers, Mother, I will see them. Their aunt I am in law, in love their mother: Then fear not thou, I'll bear thy blame, And take thy office from thee on my peril. I do beseech your graces all to pardon me: I am bound by oath, I may not do it▪ Let me but meet you Ladies an hour hence, And I'll salute your grace of York, as Mother: And reverent looker on, of two fair Queens. Come Madam, you must go with me to Westminster, There to be crowned, Richard's royal Queen. O cut my lace in sunder, that my penned heart, May have some scope to beat, or else I sound, With this dead kill news. Madam, have comfort, how fares your grace? O Dorset speak not to me, get thee hence, Death and destruction dog thee at the heels, Thy Mother's name is ominous to children, If thou wilt outstrip death, go cross the seas, And live with Richmond, from the reach of hell, Go hie thee, hie thee from this slaughter house, Lest thou increase the number of the dead, And make me die the thrall of Margaret's curse, Nor Mother, Wife, nor England's counted Queen. Full of wise care is this your counsel Madam, Take all the swift advantage of the time, You shall have letters from me to my son, To meet you on the way, and welcome you, Be not ta'en tardy, by unwise delay: O ill dispersing wind of misery, O my accursed womb, the bed of death, A Cockatrice hast thou hatch to the world, Whose unavoided eye is murderous. Come Madam, I in all haste was sent. And I in all unwillingness will go, I would to God that the inclusive verge, Of golden metal that must round my brow, were red hot steel to sear me to the brain, Anointed let me be with deadly poison, And die, ere men can say, God save the Queen. Alas poor soul, I envy not thy glory, To feed my humour, wish ●hy self no harm.
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Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
To morrow will it please you to be crown'd. Euen when you will, since you will haue it so. To morrow then▪ we will attend your grace. Come, let vs to our holy taske againe: Farewel good coosine, arwel gentle friends. Who meets vs heere, my neece Plantagenet? Sister well met, whether awaie so fast? No farther then the Tower, and as I ghesse Vpon the like deuotion as your selues, To gratulate the tender Princes there. Kind sister thanks, weele enter al togiher, And in good time here the Lieutenant comes. M. Lieutenant, pray you by your leaue, How fares the Prince? Wel Madam, and in health, but by your leaue, I may not suffer you to visite him, The King hath straightlie charged the contrarie. The King? whie, whose that? I crie you mercie, I meane the Lord protector. The Lord protect him from that Kinglie title: Hath he set boundes betwixt their loue and me: I am their mother, who should eepe me from them? I am their Fathers, Mother, I will see them. Their aunt I am in law, in loue their mother: Then feare not thou, Ile beare thy blame, And take thy office from thee on my perill. I doe beseech your graces all to pardon me: I am bound by oath, I may not doe it▪ Let me but meete you Ladies an houre hence, And Ile salute your grace of Yorke, as Mother: And reuerente looker on, of two faire Queenes. Come Madam, you must go with me to Westminster, There to be crowned, Richards royall Queene. O cut my lace in sunder, that my pent heart, May haue some scope to beate, or else I sound, With this dead killing newes. Madam, haue comfort, how fares your grace? O Dorset speake not to me, get thee hence, Death and destruction dogge thee at the heeles, Thy Mothers name is ominous to children, If thou wilt outstrip death, go crosse the seas, And liue with Richmond, from the reach of hell, Go hie thee, hie thee from this slaughter house, Least thou increase the number of the dead, And make me die the thrall of Margarets cursse, Nor Mother, Wife, nor Englands counted Queene. Full of wise care is this your counsell Madam, Take all the swift aduantage of the time, You shall haue letters fom me to my sonne, To meete you on the way, and welcome you, Be not tane tardie, by vnwise delaie: O ill dispersing winde of miserie, O my accursed wombe, the bed of death, A Cocatrice hast thou hatch to the world, Whose vnauoided eye is murtherous. Come Madam, I in all hast was sent. And I in all vnwillingnes will go, I would to God thar the inclusiue verge, Of golden metall that must round my browe, were red hotte steele to seare me to the braine, Annointed let me be with deadlie poyson, And die, ere men can say, God saue the Queene. Alas poore soule, I enuie not thy glorie, To feede my humor, wish hy selfe no harme.