Shakespeare, William · published 1597 · first performed or written 1592 [1591-1592] (Annals) tragedy; history · Derby's (Strange's) Men (?) T1 Death, grief and revenge typicality 0.73 · 524 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T1: death, life, dead, die, blood, revenge, soul, father, heart, heaven.
I by attorney bless thee from thy mother, Who prays continually for Richmond's good, So much for that the silent hours steal on, And flaky darkness breaks within the east, In brief, for so the season bids us be: Prepare thy battle early in the morning, And put thy fortune to the arbitrement, Of bloody strokes and mortal sta●ing war, I as I may, that which I would, I cannot, With best advantage will deceive the time, And aid thee in this doubsul shock of arms, But on thy side I may not be too forward, Lest being seen thy brother tender George Be executed in his father's sight. Farewell▪ the leisure and the fearful time, Cuts off the ceremonious vows of love, And ample interchange of sweet discourse, Which so long sundried friends should dwelupon, God give us leisure for these rights of love, Once more adieu, be valiant and speed well. Good lords conduct him to his regiment: I'll strive with troubled thoughts to take a nap, Lest leaden slumber poise me down to morrow, When I should mount with wings of victory, Once more good night kind Lords and gentlemen, O thou whose Captain I account myself, Look on my forces with a gracious eye: Put in their hands thy bruising Irons of wrath, That they may crush down with a heavy ●all, The usurping helmets of our adversaries, Make us thy ministers of chastisement, That we may praise thee in the victory, To thee I do commend my watchful soul, Ear I let fall the windows of mine eyes, Sleeping and waking, oh defend me still! Let me sit heavy on thy soul to morrow. Think how thou stabst me in my prime of youth, At Teukesburie, despair therefore 〈◊〉 die. Be cheerful Richmond for the wronged souls Of Butchered princes fight in thy behalf, King Henry's issue Richmond comforts thee. When I was mortal my anointed body, By thee was punched full of deadly holes, Think on the tower and me despair and die. Harrie the sixth bids thee despair and die. Virtuous and holy be thou conqueror, Harrie that prophisied thou shouldst be king, Doth comfort thee in thy sleep live and flourish. Let me set heavy in thy soul to morrow, I that was washed to death with fulsome wine, Poor Clarence by thy guile betrayed to death: To morrow in the battle think on me, And fall thy edgeles sword, despair and die. Thou of spring of the house of Lancester, The wronged heirs of York do pray for thee, Good angels guard thy battle live and flourish. Let me sit heavy in thy soul to morrow, Rivers that died at Pomfret, despair and die, Think upon Grace, and let thy soul despair. Think upon Vaughan, and with guilty fear, Let fall thy lance, despair and die. Awake and think our wrongs in Richard's bosom, Well conquer him, awake and win the day. Dream on thy Coosens smothered in the tower, Let us be lead within thy bosom Richard, And weigh thee down to ruin, shame, and death, Thy nephews souls bid thee despair and die.
Other edition — placed after the fit, excluded from the main statistics
Position
nodes 3099–3165 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 50 of 54 in this edition
Length
524 words · 676 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T1 — Death, grief and revengecross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.731 (cosine to the topic centroid) · placed after the fit (approximate_predict), not counted in the topic statistics
Other seeds
seed 43: unassigned · seed 44: T1 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
I by atturney blesse thee from thy mother, Who pries continuallie for Richmonds good, So much for that the silent houres steale on, And fakie darkenesse breakes within the east, In briefe, for so the season bids vs be: Prepare thy battell earelie in the morning, And put thy fortune to the arbitrement, Of bloudie strokes and mortal staing war, I as I may, that which I would, I cannot, With best aduntage will deceiue the time, And aide thee in this doubsul shocke of armes, But on thy side I may not be too forward, Least being seene thy brother tender George Be executed in his fathers sight. Farewel▪ the leasure and the fearefull time, Cuts off the ceremonious vowes of loue, And amle enterchange of sweet discourse, Which so long sundried friends should dwelvpon, God giue vs leisure for these rights of loue, Once more adiew, be valiant and speed well. Good lords conduct him to his regiment: Ile striue with troubled thoughts to take a nap, Least leaden slumber peise me downe to morrow, When I should mount with wings of victorie, Once more good night kind Lords and gentlemen, O thou whoe Captaine I account my selfe, Looke on my forces with a gracious ee: Put in their hands thy brusing Irons of wrath, That they may crush downe with a heauie all, The vsurping helmets of our aduersaries, Make vs thy ministers of chastisement, That we may praise thee in the victorie, To thee I do commend my watchfull soule, Eare I let fal the windowes of mine eies, Sleeping and waking, oh defend me still! Let me sit heauie on thy soule to morrow. Thinke how thou stabst me in my prime of youth, At Teukesburie, dispaire therefore die. Be cheerful Richmond for the wronged soules Of Butchered princes fight in thy behalfe, King Henries issue Richmond comforts thee. When I was mortall my annointed body, By thee was punched full of deadlie holes, Thinke on the tower and me dispaire and die. Harrie the sixt bids thee dispaire and die. Vertuous and holie be thou conqueror, Harrie that prophisied thou shouldst be king, Doth comfort thee in thy sleepe liue and florish. Let me set heauie in thy soule to morrow, I that was washt to death with fulsome wine, Poore Clarence by thy guile betraid to death: To morrow in the battaile thinke on me, And fall thy edgeles sword, dispaire and die. Thou of spring of the house of Lancester, The wronged heires of Yorke do pray for thee, Good angels guard thy battaile liue and florish. Let me sit heauie in thy soule to morrow, Riuers that died at Pomfret, dispaire and die, Thinke vpon Graie, and let thy soule dispaire. Thinke vpon Vaughan, and with guiltie fear, Let fall thy launce, dispaire and die. Awake and thinke our wrongs in Richards bosome, Wel conquer him, awake and win the daie. Dreame on thy Coosens smothered in the tower, Let vs be lead within thy bosome Richard, And weigh thee down to ruine, shame, and death, Thy Nephewes soules bid thee dispaire and die.