Shakespeare, William · published 1597 · first performed or written 1592 [1591-1592] (Annals) tragedy; history · Derby's (Strange's) Men (?) unassigned nearest T14 Royal love, favour and dynastic relation · 497 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T14: prince, princess, love, king, lord, queen, madam, grace, lady, life.
That thou dost love my daughter from thy soul, So from thy soul's love didst thou love her brothers, And from my heart's love I do thank thee for it. Be not so hasty to confound my meaning, I mean that with my soul I love thy daughter, And mean to make her Queen of England. Say then, who dost thou mean shall be her king? Even he that makes her Queen, who should be else? What thou? I even I, what think you of it Madam? How canst thou woo her? That would I learn of you. As one that are best acquainted with her humour. And wilt thou learn of me? Madam with all my heart. Send to her by the man that slew her brothers, A pair of bleeding hearts thereon engrave, Edward and York, then happily she will weep, Therefore present to her as sometime Margaret Did to thy father, a handkerchief steeped in Rutland's blood, And bid her dry her weeping eyes therewith, If this inducement force her not to love, Send her a story of thy noble acts, Tell her thou mad'st away her Uncle Clarence, Her Uncle Rivers, yea, and for her sake Mad'st quick conveyance with her good Aunt Anne. Come, come, you mock me, this is not the way To Win your daughter. There is no other way Unless thou couldst put on some other shape, And not be Richard that hath done all this. Infer fair England's peace by this alliance▪ Which she shall purchase with still lasting war. Say that the king which may command entreats. That at her hands which the king's king forbids. Say she shallbe a high and mighty Queen. To wail the title as her mother doth. Say I will love her everlastingly. But how long shall that title ever last. Sweetly enforce unto her fair lives end. But how long fairly shall her sweet life last? So long as heaven and nature lengthens it. So long as hell and Richard likes of it. Say I her sovereign am her subject love. But she your subject loathes such sovereignty. Be eloquent in my behalf to her. An honest tale speeds best being plainly told. Then in plain terms tell her my loving tale. Plain and not honest is to harsh a style. Madam your reasons are too shallow & too quick O no my reasons are to deep and dead. Too deep and dead poor infants in their grave. Harp not one that string Madam that is past. Harp on it still shall I till heartstrings break. Now by my George, my Garter and my crown. Profaned, dishonerd, and the third usurped. I swear by nothing. By nothing, for this is no oath, The George profaned hath lost his holy honour, The Garter blemished pawned his knightly virtue, The crown usurped disgrac't his kingly dignity, If something thou wilt swear to be beleeude, Swear then by something that thou hast not wronged.
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Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
That thou dost loue my daughter from thy soule, So from thy soules loue didst thou loue her brothers, And from my harts loue I do thanke thee for it. Be not so hastie to confound my meaning, I meane that with my soule I loue thy daughter, And meane to make her Queene of England. Saie then, who dost thou meane shal be her king? Euen he that makes her Queen, who should be else? What thou? I euen I, what thinke you of it Maddame? How canst thou wooe her? That would I learne of you. As one that are best acquainted with her humor. And wilt thou learn of me? Madam with al my hart. Send to her by the man that slew her brothers, A paire of bleeding harts thereon ingraue, Edward and Yorke, then happelie she wil weepe, Therefore present to her as sometime Margaret Did to thy father, a handkercher steept in Rutlands bloud, And bid her drie her weeping eies therewith, If this inducement force her not to loue, Send her a storie of thy noble acts, Tel her thou madst awaie her Vncle Clarence, Her Vncle Riuers, yea, and for her sake Madst quicke conueiance with her good Aunt Anne. Come, come, you mocke me, this is not the waie To Win your daughter. There is no other waie Vnlesse thou couldst put on some other shape, And not be Richard that hah done all this. Infer faire Englands peace by this alliance▪ Which she shall purchase with still lasting war. Saie that the king which may command intreats. Tht at her hands which the kings king forbids. Saie she shalbe a high and mightie Queene. To waile the title as her mother doth. Saie I wil loue her euerlastinglie. But how long shall that title euer last. Sweetlie inforce vnto her faire lyues end. But how long farely shall her swet life last? So long as heauen and nature lngthens it. So long as hell and Richard likes of it. Saie I her soueraign am her subiect loue. But she your subiect loaths such soueraintie. Be eloquent in my behalfe to her. An honest tale speeds best being plainlie told. Then in plaine termes tell her my louing tale. Plaine and not honest is to harsh a stile. Madame your reasons are too shallow & too quice O no my reasons are to deepe and dead. Too deepe and dead poore infants in their graue. Harpe not one that string Madam that is past. Harpe on it still shall I till hartstrings breake. Now by my George, my Garter and my crown. Prophand, dishonerd, and the third vsurped. I sweare by nothing. By nothing, for this is no oath, The George prophand hath lost his holie honor, The Garter blmisht pawnd his knightlie vertue, The crown vsurpt disgract his kinglie dignitie, If something thou wilt sweare to be beleeude, Sweare then by something that thou hast not wrongd.