Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written 1592 [1591-1592] (Annals) tragedy; history · Derby's (Strange's) Men (?) T0 Court life: dukes, favour and honour typicality 0.77 · 533 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T0: duke, lord, duchess, love, court, madam, prince, honour, grace, lady.
The Countess Richmond, good my L. of Derby. To your good prayer, will scarcely say, Amen. Yet Derby, notwithstanding she's your wife, And loves not me, be you good Lord assured, I hate not you for her proud arrogance. I do beseech you, either not believe The envious slanders of her false Accusers: Or if she be accused on true report, Bear with her weakness, which I think proceeds From wayward sickness, and no grounded malice. Saw you the King to day my Lord of Derby. But now the Duke of Buckingham and I, Are come from visiting his Majesty. What likelihood of his amendment Lords. Madam good hope, his Grace speaks cheerfully. God grant him health, did you confer with him? I Madam, he desires to make atonement Between the Duke of Glouster, and your Brothers, And between them, and my Lord Chamberlain, And sent to warn them to his Royal presence. Would all were well, but that will never be, I fear our happiness is at the height. They do me wrong, and I will not endure it, Who is it that complains unto the King, That I (forsooth) am stern, and love them not? By holy Paul, they love his Grace but lightly, That fill his ears with such dissentious Rumours. Because I cannot flatter, and look fair, Smile in men's faces, smooth, deceive, and cog, Duck with French nods, and Apish courtesy, I must be held a rancorous Enemy. Cannot a plain man live, and think no harm, But thus his simple truth must be abused, With silken, sly, insinuating jacks? To who in all this presence speaks your Grace? To thee, that hast nor Honesty, nor Grace: When have I injured thee? When done thee wrong? Or thee? or thee? or any of your Faction? A plague upon you all. His Royal Grace (Whom God preserve better than you would wish) Cannot be quiet scarce a breathing while, But you must trouble him with lewd complaints. Brother of Glouster, you mistake the matter: The King on his own Royal disposition, (And not provoked by any Suitor else) Aiming (belike) at your interior hatred, That in your outward action shows itself Against my Children, Brothers, and myself, Makes him to send, that he may learn the ground. I cannot tell, the world is grown so bad, That Wrens make prey, where Eagles dare not perch. Since every Iacke became a Gentleman, There's many a gentle person made a Iacke. Come, come, we know your meaning Brother Gloster You envy my advancement, and my friends: God grant we never may have need of you. Mean time, God grants that I have need of you. Our Brother is imprisoned by your means, Myself disgraced, and the Nobility Held in contempt, while great Promotions Are daily given to ennoble those That scarce some two days since were worth a Noble. By him that raised me to this careful height, From that contented hap which I enjoyed, I never did incense his Majesty Against the Duke of Clarence, but have been An earnest advocate to plead for him. My Lord you do me shameful injury, Falsely to draw me in these vile suspects.
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The Counteſſe Richmond, good my L. of Derby. To your good prayer, will ſcarſely ſay, Amen. Yet Derby, notwithſtanding ſhee's your wife, And loues not me, be you good Lord aſſur'd, I hate not you for her proud arrogance. I do beſeech you, either not beleeue The enuious ſlanders of her falſe Accuſers: Or if ſhe be accus'd on true report, Beare with her weakneſſe, which I thinke proceeds From wayward ſickneſſe, and no grounded malice. Saw you the King to day my Lord of Derby. But now the Duke of Buckingham and I, Are come from viſiting his Maieſty. What likelyhood of his amendment Lords. Madam good hope, his Grace ſpeaks chearfully. God grant him health, did you confer with him? I Madam, he deſires to make attonement▪ Betweene the Duke of Glouſter, and your Brothers, And betweene them, and my Lord Chamberlaine, And ſent to warne them to his Royall preſence. Would all were well, but that will neuer be, I feare our happineſſe is at the height. They do me wrong, and I will not indure it, Who is it that complaines vnto the King, Thar I (forſooth) am ſterne, and loue them not? By holy Paul, they loue his Grace but lightly, That fill his eares with ſuch diſſentious Rumors. Becauſe I cannot flatter, and looke faire, Smile in mens faces, ſmooth, deceiue, and cogge, Ducke with French nods, and Apiſh curteſie, I muſt be held a rancorous Enemy. Cannot a plaine man liue, and thinke no harme, But thus his ſimple truth muſt be abus'd, With ſilken, ſlye, inſinuating Iackes? To who in all this preſence ſpeaks your Grace? To thee, that haſt nor Honeſty, nor Grace: When haue I iniur'd thee? When done thee wrong? Or thee? or thee? or any of your Faction? A plague vpon you all. His Royall Grace (Whom God preſerue better then you would wiſh) Cannot be quiet ſcarſe a breathing while, But you muſt trouble him with lewd complaints. Brother of Glouſter, you miſtake the matter: The King on his owne Royall diſpoſition, (And not prouok'd by any Sutor elſe) Ayming (belike) at your interiour hatred, That in your outward action ſhewes it ſelfe Againſt my Children, Brothers, and my Selfe, Makes him to ſend, that he may learne the ground. I cannot tell, the world is growne ſo bad, That Wrens make prey, where Eagles dare not pearch. Since euerie Iacke became a Gentleman, There's many a gentle perſon made a Iacke. Come, come, we know your meaning Brother Gloſter You enuy my aduancement, and my friends: God grant we neuer may haue neede of you. Meane time, God grants that I haue need of you. Our Brother is impriſon'd by your meanes, My ſelfe diſgrac'd, and the Nobilitie Held in contempt, while great Promotions Are daily giuen to ennoble thoſe That ſcarſe ſome two dayes ſince were worth a Noble. By him that rais'd me to this carefull height, From that contented hap which I inioy'd, I neuer did incenſe his Maieſtie Againſt the Duke of Clarence, but haue bin An earneſt aduocate to plead for him. My Lord you do me ſhamefull iniurie, Falſely to draw me in theſe vile ſuſpects.