Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written 1592 [1591-1592] (Annals) tragedy; history · Derby's (Strange's) Men (?) T14 Royal love, favour and dynastic relation typicality 0.78 · 501 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T14: prince, princess, love, king, lord, queen, madam, grace, lady, life.
With all my heart, and much it joys me too, To see you are become so penitent. Tressel and Barkley, go along with me. Bid me farewell. 'Tis more than you deserve: But since you teach me how to flatter you, Imagine I have said farewell already. Towards Chertsey, Noble Lord? No: to White Friars, there attend my coming Was ever woman in this humour wooed? Was ever woman in this humour won? I'll have her, but I will not keep her long. What? I that killed her Husband, and his Father, To take her in her hearts extremest hate, With curses in her mouth, Tears in her eyes, The bleeding witness of my hatred by, Having God, her Conscience, and these bars against me, And I, no Friends to back my suit withal, But the plain Devil, and dissembling looks? And yet to win her? All the world to nothing. Ha! Hath she forgot already that brave Prince, Edward, her Lord, whom I (some three months since) Stabbed in my angry mood, at Tewksbury? A sweeter, and a lovelier Gentleman, Framed in the prodigality of Nature: Young, Valiant, Wise, and (no doubt) right Royal, The spacious World cannot again afford: And will she yet abase her eyes on me, That cropped the Golden prime of this sweet Prince, And made her Widow to a woeful Bed? On me, whose All not equal Edward's Moiety? On me, that halts, and am mishapen thus? My Dukedom, to a Beggarly denier! I do mistake my person all this while: Upon my life she finds (although I cannot) Myself to be a maru'llous proper man. I'll be at Charges for a Looking-glass, And entertain a score or two of Tailors, To study fashions to adorn my body: Since I am crept in favour with myself, I will maintain it with some little cost. But first I'll turn you Fellow in his Grave, And then return lamenting to my Love.. Shine out fair Sun, till I have bought a glass, That I may see my Shadow as I pass. Have patience Madam, there's no doubt his Majesty Will soon recover his accustomed health. In that you brook it ill, it makes him worse, Therefore for God's sake entertain good comfort, And cheer his Grace with quick and merry eyes If he were dead, what would betide on me? No other harm, but loss of such a Lord. The loss of such a Lord, includes all harms. The Heavens have blessed you with a goodly Son, To be your Comforter, when he is gone. Ah! he is young; and his minority Is put unto the trust of Richard Glouster, A man that loves not me, nor none of you. Is it concluded he shall be Protector? It is determined, not concluded yet: But so it must be, if the King miscarry. Here comes the Lord of Buckingham & Derby. Good time of day unto your Royal Grace. God make your Majesty joyful, as you have been
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With all my heart, and much it ioyes me too, To ſee you are become ſo penitent. Treſſel and Barkley, go along with me. Bid me farwell. 'Tis more then you deſerue: But ſince you teach me how to flatter you, Imagine I haue ſaide farewell already. Towards Chertſey, Noble Lord? No: to White Friars, there attend my comming Was euer woman in this humour woo'd? Was euer woman in this humour wonne? Ile haue her, but I will not keepe her long. What? I that kill'd her Husband, and his Father, To take her in her hearts extreameſt hate, With curſes in her mouth, Teares in her eyes, The bleeding witneſſe of my hatred by, Hauing God, her Conſcience, and theſe bars againſt me, And I, no Friends to backe my ſuite withall, But the plaine Diuell, and diſſembling lookes? And yet to winne her? All the world to nothing. Hah! Hath ſhe forgot alreadie that braue Prince, Edward, her Lord, whom I (ſome three monthes ſince) Stab'd in my angry mood, at Tewkesbury? A ſweeter, and a louelier Gentleman, Fram'd in the prodigallity of Nature: Yong, Valiant, Wiſe, and (no doubt) right Royal, The ſpacious World cannot againe affoord: And will ſhe yet abaſe her eyes on me, That cropt the Golden prime of this ſweet Prince, And made her Widdow to a wofull Bed? On me, whoſe All not equals Edwards Moytie? On me, that halts, and am miſhapen thus? My Dukedome, to a Beggerly denier! I do miſtake my perſon all this while: Vpon my life ſhe findes (although I cannot) My ſelfe to be a maru'llous proper man. Ile be at Charges for a Looking-glaſſe, And entertaine a ſcore or two of Taylors, To ſtudy faſhions to adorne my body: Since I am crept in fauour with my ſelfe, I will maintaine it with ſome little coſt. But firſt Ile turne you Fellow in his Graue, And then returne lamenting to my Loue. Shine out faire Sunne, till I haue bought a glaſſe, That I may ſee my Shadow as I paſſe. Haue patience Madam, ther's no doubt his Maieſty Will ſoone recouer his accuſtom'd health. In that you brooke it ill, it makes him worſe, Therefore for Gods ſake entertaine good comfort, And cheere his Grace with quicke and merry eyes If he were dead, what would betide on me? No other harme, but loſſe of ſuch a Lord. The loſſe of ſuch a Lord, includes all harmes. The Heauens haue bleſt you with a goodly Son, To be your Comforter, when he is gone. Ah! he is yong; and his minority Is put vnto the truſt of Richard Glouſter, A man that loues not me, nor none of you. Is it concluded he ſhall be Protector? It is determin'd, not concluded yet: But ſo it muſt be, if the King miſcarry. Here comes the Lord of Buckingham & Derby. Good time of day vnto your Royall Grace. God make your Maieſty ioyful, as you haue bin