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 · 505 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.
Sleep Richmond sleep, in peace and wake enjoy, Good angles guard thee from the bores annoy, Live and beget a happy race of kings, Edward's unhappy sons do bid thee flourish, Bloody and guilty, guiltilie awake, And in a bloody battle end thy days, Think on lord Hastings, despair and die. Quiet untroubled soul, awake, awake, Arm, fight and conquer for fair Engiands sake. Richard thy wife, that wretched Anne thy wife, That never slept a quiet hour with thee, Now fills thy sleep with preturbations, To morrow in the battle think on me, And fall thy edgeles sword despair and die. Thou quiet soul, sleep thou a quiet sleep, Dream of success and happy victory, Thy adversaries wife doth pray for thee. The first was I that helped thee to the crown, The last was I that felt thy tyranny, O in the battle think on Buckingham, And die in terror of thy giltinesse, Dream on dream on, of bloody deeds, and death, Fainting, despair, despairing yield thy breath, I died for hope ere I could lend thee aid, But cheer thy heart, and be thou not dismayed, God and good angels fight on Richmons' side, And Richard falls in height of all his pride. Give me another horse, bind up my wounds, Have mercy Iesu: soft, I did but dream, O Coward conscience, how dost thou afflict me? The lights burn blue, it is now dead midnight, Cold fearful drops stand on my trembling flesh, What do I fear? myself? there's none else by, Richard loves Richard, that is I and I, Is there a murderer here? no. Yes I am, Then sly, what from myself? great reason why? Lest I revenge. What myself upon myself? Alack I love myself, wherefore? for any good That I myself have done unto myself: O no, alas I rather hate myself, For hateful deeds committed by myself, I am a villain, yet I lie I am not, Fool of thyself speak well, fool do not flatter, My conscience hath a thousand several tongues, And every tongue brings in a several tale, And every tale condemns me for a villain, Perjury, perjury, in the highest degree, Murder, stern murder▪ in the direst degree, All several sins, all used in each degree, Throng to the bar, crying all guilty, guilty. I shall despair, there is no creature loves me, And if I die, no soul will pity me: And wherefore should they, since that I myself▪ Find in myself, no pity to myself. Me thought the souls of all that I had murdered, Came to my tent, and every one did threat, To morrows vengeance on the head of Richard. My Lord. Zounds, who is there? Ratcliffe, my Lord, 'tis I, the early village cock▪ Hath twice done salutation to the morn, Your friends are up, and buckle on their armour. O Ratcliff, I have dreamt a fearful dream, What thinkest thou, will our friends prove all true? No doubt my Lord. O Ratcliff, I fear, I fear.
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Sleepe Richmond sleepe, in peace and wake inioy, Good angles guard thee from the bores annoy, Liue and beget a happie race of kings, Edwards vnhappie sonnes do bid thee florish, Bloudie and guiltie, guiltilie awake, And in a bloudie battaile end thy daies, Thinke on lord Hastings, dispaire and die. Quiet vntroubled soule, awake, awake, Arme, fight and conquer for faire Engiands sake. Richard thy wife, that wretched Anne thy wife, That neuer slept a quiet houre with thee, Now fils thy sleepe with preturbations, To morrow in the battaile thinke on me, And fall thy edgeles sword despaire and die. hou quiet soule, sleepe thou a quiet sleepe, Dreame of successe and happie victorie, Thy aduersaries wife doth praie for thee. The first was I that helpt thee to the crown, The last was I that felt thy tyrrannie, O in the battaile thinke on Buckingham, And die in terror of thy giltinese, Dreame on dreame on, of bloudie deeds, and death, Fainting, despaire, desparing yeeld thy breath, I died for hope ere I could lend thee aid, But cheare thy heart, and be thou not dismaid, God and good angels fight on Richmons side, And Richard fals in height of all his pride. Giue me another horse, bind vp my wounds, Haue mercie Iesu: soft, I did but dreame, O Coward conscience, how dost thou afflict me? The lights burne blew, it is now dead midnight, Cold fearefull drops stand on my trembling flesh, What do I feare? my selfe? theres none else by, Richard loues Richard, that is I and I, Is there a murtherer here? no. Yes I am, Then slie, what from my selfe? great reason whie? Least I reuenge. What my selfe vpon my selfe? Alacke I loue my selfe, wherefore? for anie good Tat I my selfe haue done vnto my selfe: O no, alas I rather hate my selfe, For hatefull deedes committed by my selfe, I am a villaine, yet I lie I am not, Foole of thy selfe speake well, foole do not flatter, My conscience hath a thousand seuerall tongues, And euerie tongue brings in a seueral tale, And euerie tale condemns me for a villaine, Periurie, periurie, in the highest degree, Murther, sterne murther▪ in the dyrest degree, All seuerall sinnes, all vsde in each degree, Throng to the barre, crying all guiltie, guiltie. I shall dispaire, there is no creature loues me, And if I die, no soule will piie me: And wherefore should they, since that I my selfe▪ Finde in my selfe, no pitie to my selfe. Me thought the soules of all that I had murtherd, Came to my tent, and euery one did threat, To morrows vengeance on the head of Richard. My Lord. Zoundes, who is there? Ratcliffe, my Lord, tis I, the earlie village cocke▪ Hath twise done salutation to the morne, Your friendes are vp, and buckle on their armor. O Ratcliffe, I haue dreamd a fearefull dreame, What thinkst thou, will our friendes proue all true? No doubt my Lord. O Ratcliffe, I feare, I feare.