Shakespeare, William · published 1597 · first performed or written 1592 [1591-1592] (Annals) tragedy; history · Derby's (Strange's) Men (?) unassigned nearest T50 Fleets, armies and generals: war by sea · 505 words · other edition — not in the analysis
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Nay good my Lord▪ be not afraid of shadows▪ By the Apostle Paul▪ shadows to night, Have stroke more terror to the soul of Richard, Then can the substance often thousand soldiers, Armed in proof, and led by shallow Richmond. 'tis not yet near day, come, go with me, Under our tents I'll play the ease dropper, To see if any mean to shrink from me. Good morrow Richmond. Cry mercy Lords, and watchful gentlemen, That you have ta'en a tardy sluggard here. How have you slept my Lord? The sweetest sleep, and fairest boding dreams, That ever entered in drowsy head, Have I since your depature had my Lords, Me thought their souls, whose bodies Richard murdered, Came to my tent, and cried on victory, I promise you, my soul is very I octad, In the remembrance of so fair a dream. How far into the morning is it Lords? Upon the stroke of four. Why, then 'tis time to arm, and give direction. More than I have said, loving countrymen, The leisure and enforcement of the time, Forbids to dwell upon, yet remember this, God, and our good cause, fight upon our side, The prayers of holy Saints and wronged souls, Like high reared bulwarks, stand before our faces, Richard, except those whom we fight against, Had rather have us win, then him they follow: For, what is he they follow? truly gentlemen, A bloody tyrant, and a homicide. One raised in blood, and one in blood established, One that made means to come by what he hath, And slaughtered those, that were the means to help him. A base foul stone, made precious by the foil, Of England's chair, where he is falsely set, One that hath ever been God's enemy. Then if you fight against God's enemy, God will in justice, ward you as his soldiers, If you do sweat to put a tyrant down, You sleep in peace, the tyrant being slain, If you do fight against your country's foes, Your country's fat, shall pay your pains the hire. If you do fight in safeguard of your wives, Your wives shall welcome home the conquerors. If you do free your children from the sword, Your children's children quits it in your age: Then in the name of God and all these rights, Advance your standards, draw your willing swords, For me, the ransom of my bold attempt, Shall be this could corpse on the earth's cold face: But if I thrive, the gain of my attempt, The least of you, shall share his part thereof. Sound drums and trumpets boldly, and cheerfully, God, and Saint George, Richmond, and victory. What said Northumberland, as touching Richmond. That he was never trained up in arms. He said the truth, and what said Surrey then. He smiled and said, the better for our purpose, He was in the right, and so in deed it is: Tell the clock there. Give me a calendar, who saw the Sun to day? Not I my Lord.
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Nay good my Lord▪ be not afraid of shadowes▪ By the Apostle Paul▪ shadowes to night, Haue stroke more terror to the soule of Richard, Then can the substance often thousand souldiers, Armed in proofe, and led by shallow Richmond. Tis not yet neere day, come, go with me, Vnder our tents Ile plaie the ease dropper, To see if any meane to shrinke from me. Good morrow Richmond. Crie mercie Lordes, and watchfull gentlemen, That you haue tane a tardie sluggard here. How haue you slept my Lord? The sweetest sleepe, and fairest boding dreames, That euer entred in drowsie head, Haue I since your depature hd my Lordes, Me thought their soules, whose bodies Richard murhed, Came to my tent, and cried on victorie, I promise you, my soule is verie I ocd, In the remembrance of so faire a dreame. How farre into the morning is it Lordes? Vpon the stroke of foure. Whie, then tis time to arme, and giue direction. More then I haue said, louing countriemen, The leasure and inforcement of the time, Forbids to dwell vpon, yet remember this, God, and our good cause, fight vpon our side, The praiers of holy Saints and wronged soules, Like high reard bulwarkes, stand before our faces, Richard, except those whome we fight against, Had rather haue vs winne, then him they follow: For, what is he they follow? truelie gentlemen, A bloudie tirant, and a homicide. One raisd in bloud, and one in bloud established, One that made meanes to come by what he hath, And laughtered those, that were the meanes to helpe him. A base foule stone, made precious by the foile, Of Englands chaire, where he is falsely set, One that hath euer bene Gods enemie. Then if you fight against Gods enemie, God will in iustice, ward you as his souldiers, If you doe sweate to put a tyrant downe, You sleepe in peace, the tyrant being slaine, If you doe fight against your countries foes, Your countries fat, shall paie your paines the hire. If you doe fight in safegard of your wiues, Your wiues shall welcome home the conquerors. If you doe free your children from the sword, Your childrens children quits it in your age: Then in the name of God and all these rightes, Aduaunce your standards, drawe your willing swordes, For me, the raunsome of my bold attempt, Shall be this could corps on the earths cold face: But if I thriue, the gaine of my attempt, The least of you, shall share his part thereof. Sound drummes and trumpets boldlie, and cheerefullie, God, and aint George, Richmond, and victorie. What said Northumberland, as ouching Richmond. That he was neuer trained vp in armes. He said the trueth, and what said Surrey then. He smiled and said, the better for our purpose, He was in the right, and so in deede it is: Tell the clocke there. Giue me a calender, who saw the Sunne to day? Not I my Lord.