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 · 481 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.
Either thou wilt die by God's just ordinance, Eeare from this war thou turn a conqueror, Or I with grief and extreme age shall perish, And never look upon thy face again, Therefore take with thee my most heavy curse, Which in the day of battle tyre thee more Than all the complete armour that thou wear'st, My prayers on the adverse party fight, And there the little souls of Edward's children, Whisper the spirits of thine enemies, And promise them success and victory, Bloody thou art, bloody will be thy end, Shame serves thy life, and doth thy death attend. Though far more cause, yet much less spirit to curse Abides in me, I say Amen to all. Stay Madam, I must speak a word with you. I have no more sons of the royal blood, For thee to murder for my daughters Richard, They shallbe praying nuns not weeping Queens, And therefore level not to hit their lives. You have a daughter called Elizabeth, Virtuous and fair, royal and gracious. And must she die for this? O let her live! And i'll corrupt her manners, stain her beauty, Slander myself as false to Edward's bed Throw over her the vale of infamy, So she may live vnskard from bleeding slaughter, I will confess she was not Edward's daughter. Wrong not her birth, she is of royal blood. To save her life, i'll say she is not so. Her life is only safest in her birth. And only in that safety died her brothers. Lo at their births good stars were opposite. No to their lives bad friends were contrary. All unavoided is the doom of destiny, True when avoided grace makes destiny, My babes were destinde to a fairer death, If grace had blessed thee with a fairer life. Madam, so thrive I in my dangerous attempt of hostile arms As I intent more good to you and yours, Then ever you or yours were by me wronged. What good is covered with the face of heaven, To be discovered that can do me good, The advancement of your children mighty Lady. Up to some scaffold, there to lose their heads. No to the dignity and height of honour, The high imperial type of this earth's glory. Flatter my sorrows with report of it, Tell me what state, what dignity, what honour? Canst thou demise to any child of mine. Even all I have, yea and myself and all, Will I withal endow a child of thine, So in the Lethe of thy angry soul, Thou drown the sad remembrance of those wrongs Which thou supposest I have done to thee. Be brief, lest that the process of thy kindness, Last longer telling then thy kindness do. Then know that from my soul I love thy daughter▪ My daughter's mother thinks it with her soul. What do you think?
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Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
Either thou wilt die by Gods iust ordinance, Eeare fom this war thou tune a conqueror, Or I with griefe and extreame age shall perish, And neuer looke vpon thy face againe, Therefore take with thee my most heauy curse, Which in the daie of battaile tire thee more Then all the compleat armor that thou wearst, My praiers on the aduerse partie fight, And there the little soules of Edwards children, Whisper the spirits of thine enemies, And promise them successe and victori, Bloudie thou art, bloudie wil be thy end, Shame serues thy life, and doth thy death attend. Though far more cause, yet much lesse spirit to curse Abides in me, I saie Amen to all. Staie Maddam, I must speake a word with you. I haue no moe sonnes of the royall bloud, For thee to murther for my daughters Richard, They shalbe praying nunnes not weeping Queenes, And therefore leuell not to hit their liues. You haue a daughter cald Elizabeth, Vertuous and faire, roiall and gracious. And must she die for this? O let her liue! And ile corrupt her maners, staine her beautie, Slander my selfe as false to Edwards bed Throw ouer her the vale of infamie, So she may liue vnskard from bleeding slaughter, I will confesse she was not Edwards daughter. Wrong not her birth, she is of roiall bloud. To saue her life, ile faie she is not so. Her lie is onlie safest in hir birth. And onlie in that safetie died her brothers. Lo at their births good stars were opposite. No to their liues bad frinds were contrarie. All vnauoided is the doome of destinie, True when auoided grace makes destinie, My babes were destinde to a fairer death, If grace had blest thee with a fairer life. Madam, so thriue I in my dangerous attempt of hostile armes As I intend more good to you and yours, Then euer you or yours were by me wrongd. What good is couerd with the face of heauen, To be discouerd that can do me good, The aduancement of your children mightie Ladie. Vp to some scaffold, there to loose their heads. No to the dignitie and height of honor, The high imperial tipe of this earths glorie. Flatter my sorrowes with report of it, Tell me what sate, what dignitie, what honor? Cant thou demise to anie child of mine. Euen all I haue, yea and my selfe and all, Will I withal endow a child of thine, So in the Lethe of thy angrie soule, Thou drown the sadd remembrance of those wrongs Which thou supposest I haue done to thee. Be briefe, least that the processe of thy kindnes, Last longer telling then thy kindnes doe. Then know that from my soule I loue thy daughter▪ My daughters mother thinkes it with her soule. What do you thinke?