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 · 497 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.
Now by the world. 'tis full of thy foul wrongs. My Father's death. Thy life hath that dishonoured. Then by myself. Thyself thy self misusest. Why, then by God God's wrong is most of all, If thou hadst feared, to break an oath by him, The unity the king my brother made, Had not been broken, nor my brother slain. If thou hadst feared to break an oath by him, The imperial metal circling now thy brow, Had graced the tender temples of my child, And both the princes had been breathing here, Which now, two tender play▪ fellows for dust, Thy broken faith, hath made a pray for worms. By the time to come. That thou hast wronged in time orepast, For I myself, have many tears to wash, Hereafter time, for time, by the past wronged, The children live, whose parents thou hast slaughtered, Vngovernd youth, to wail it in their age, The parents live, whose children thou hast butchered, Old withered plants, to wail it with their age, Swear not by time to come, for that thou hast, Misused, ear used, by time misused orepast. As I intent to prosper and repent, So thrive I in my dangerous attempt, Of hostile arms, myself, myself confound, day yield me not thy light, nor night thy rest, Be opposite, all planets of good luck, To my proceed, if with pure hearts love, Immaculate devotion, holy thoughts, I tender not thy beauteous princely daughter, In her consists my happiness and thine, Without her follows to this land and me, To thee herself, and many a Christian soul, Sad desolation, ruin, and decay, It cannot be avoided but by this, It will not be avoided but this: Therefore good mother (I must call you so,) Be the attorney of my love to her. Plead what I will be, not what I have been, Not by desertes, but what I will deserve, Urge the necessity and state of times, And be not peevish, fond in great designs. Shall I be tempted of the devil thus. I, if the devil tempt thee to do good. Shall I forget myself, to be myself. I, if yourselves remembrance, wrong yourself. But thou didst kill my children. But in your daughter's womb, I buried them, Where in that nest of spicery they shall breed, selves of themselves, to your recomfiture. shall I go win my daughter to thy will. And be a happy mother by the deed, I go, writ to me very shortly. Bear her my true loves kiss, farewell. Relenting fool, and shallow changing woman. My gracious Sovereign on the western coast, Rideth a puissant Navy. To the shore, Throng many doubtful hollow hearted friends, Unarmed, and vnresolud to beat them back: 'tis thought that Richmond is their admiral, And there they hull, expecting but the aid, Of Buckingham, to welcome them a shore. Some light foot friend, post to the Duke of Norff. Ratcliff thyself, or Catesby, where is he?
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Now by the world. Tis ful of thy foule wrongs. My Fathers death. Thy life hath that dishonord. Then by my selfe. Thy selfe thy selfe misusest. Whie, then by God Gods wrong is most of all, If thou hadst feard, to breake an oath by him, The vnitie the king my brother made, Had not bene broken, nor my broter slaine. If thou hadst feard to breake an oath by him, The emperiall mettall circling now thy brow, Had grast the tender temples of my childe, And both the princes had bene breathing heere, Which now, two tender plaie▪ fellowes for dust, Thy broken faith, hath made a praie for wormes. By the time to come. That thou hast wrongd in time orepast, For I my selfe, haue manie teares to wash, Hereafter time, for time, by the past wrongd, The children liue, whose parents thou hast slaughterd, Vngouernd youth, to waile it in their age, The parents liue, whose children thou hast butcherd, Olde withered plantes, to waile it with their age, Sweare not by time to come, for that thou hast, Misused, eare vsed, by time misused orepast. As I intend to prosper and repent, So thriue I in my dangerous attempt, Of hostile armes, my selfe, my selfe confound, Daye yeeld me not thy light, nor night thy rest, Be opposite, all planets of good lucke, To my proceedings, if with pure heartes loue, Immaculate deuocion, holie thoughtes, I tender not thy beauteous princelie daughter, In her consistes my happines and thine, Without her followes to this land and me, To thee her selfe, and manie a Christian soule, Sad desolation, ruine, and decaie, It cannot be auoided but by this, It will not be auoided but this: Therefore good mother (I must call you so,) Be the atturney of my loue to her. Pleade what I will be, not what I haue bene, Not by desrtes, but what I will deserue, Vrge the necessitie and stat of times, And be not pieuish, fond in gret designes. Shall I be temptd of the diuell thus. I, if the diuell tempt thee to doe good. Shall I forget my selfe, to be my selfe. I, if your selfes remembrance, wrong your selfe. But thou didst kill my children. But in your daughters wombe, I buried them, Where in that nest of spicerie they shall breed, Selfes of themselues, to your recomfiture. shall I go winne my daughter to thy will. And be a happie mother by the deede, I goe, write to me verie shortlie. Beare her my true loues kisse, farewell. Relenting foole, and shallow changing woman. My gracious Soueraigne on the westerne coast, Rideth a puissant Nauie. To the shore, Throng manie doubtfull hollow harted friendes, Vnarmd, and vnresolud to beate them backe: Tis thought that Richmond is their admirall, And there they hull, expecting but the aide, Of Buckingham, to welcome them a shore. Some light foote friend, post to the Duke of Norff. Ratcliffe thy selfe, or Catesbie, where is hee?