Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written 1592 [1591-1592] (Annals) tragedy; history · Derby's (Strange's) Men (?) unassigned nearest T29 Disguise and pursuit in Look About You · 455 words
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We are my Lord, and come to have the Warrant, That we may be admitted where he is. Well thought upon, I have it hear about me: When you have done, repair to Crosby place; But sirs be sudden in the execution, Withal obdurate, do not hear him plead; For Clarence is well spoken, and perhaps May move your hearts to pity, if you mark him. Tut, tut, my Lord, we will not stand to prate, Talkers are no good doers, be assured: We go to use our hands, and not our tongues. Your eyes drop Millstones, when Fools eyes fall Tears: I like you Lads, about your business strait. Go, go, dispatch. We will my Noble Lord. Why looks your Grace so heavily to day. O, I have passed a miserable night, So full of fearful Dreams, of ugly sights, That as I am a Christian faithful man, I would not spend another such a night Though 'twere to buy a world of happy days: So full of dismal terror was the time. What was your dream my Lord, I pray you tell me Me thoughts that I had broken from the Tower, And was embarked to cross to Burgundy, And in my company my Brother Glouster, Who from my Cabin tempted me to walk, Upon the Hatches: There we looked toward England, And cited up a thousand heavy times, During the wars of York and Lancaster That had befallen us. As we paced along Upon the giddy footing of the Hatches, Me thought that Glouster stumbled, and in falling Struck me (that thought to stay him) overboard, Into the tumbling billows of the main. O Lord, me thought what pain it was to drown, What dreadful noise of water in mine ears, What sights of ugly death within mine eyes. Me thoughts, I saw a thousand fearful wracks: A thousand men that Fishes gnawed upon: Wedges of Gold, great Anchors, heaps of Pearl, Inestimable Stones, unvalewed jewels, All scattered in the bottom of the Sea, Some lay in dead-men's Skulls, and in the holes Where eyes did once inhabit, there were crept (As 'twere in scorn of eyes) reflecting Gems, That wooed the slimy bottom of the deep, And mocked the dead bones that lay scattered by. Had you such leisure in the time of death To gaze upon these secrets of the deep? Me thought I had, and often did I strive To yield the Ghost: but still the envious Flood Stopped in my soul, and would not let it forth To find the empty, vast, and wandering air: But smothered it within my panting bulk, Who almost burst, to belch it in the Sea. Awaked you not in this sore Agony?
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We are my Lord, and come to haue the Warrant, That we may be admitted where he is. Well thought vpon, I haue it heare about me: When you haue done, repayre to Crosby place; But ſirs be ſodaine in the execution, Withall obdurate, do not heare him pleade; For Clarence is well ſpoken, and perhappes May moue your hearts to pitty, if you marke him. Tut, tut, my Lord, we will not ſtand to prate, Talkers are no good dooers, be aſſur'd: We go to vſe our hands, and not our tongues. Your eyes drop Mill-ſtones, when Fooles eyes fall Teares: I like you Lads, about your buſineſſe ſtraight. Go, go, diſpatch. We will my Noble Lord. Why lookes your Grace ſo heauily to day. O, I haue paſt a miſerable night, So full of fearefull Dreames, of vgly ſights, That as I am a Chriſtian faithfull man, I would not ſpend another ſuch a night Though 'twere to buy a world of happy daies: So full of diſmall terror was the time. What was your dream my Lord, I pray you tel me Me thoughts that I had broken from the Tower, And was embark'd to croſſe to Burgundy, And in my company my Brother Glouſter, Who from my Cabin tempted me to walke, Vpon the Hatches: There we look'd toward England, And cited vp a thouſand heauy times, During the warres of Yorke and Lancaſter That had befalne vs. As we pac'd along Vpon the giddy footing of the Hatches, Me thought that Glouſter ſtumbled, and in falling Strooke me (that thought to ſtay him) ouer-boord, Into the tumbling billowes of the maine. O Lord, me thought what paine it was to drowne, What dreadfull noiſe of water in mine eares, What ſights of vgly death within mine eyes. Me thoughts, I ſaw a thouſand fearfull wrackes: A thouſand men that Fiſhes gnaw'd vpon: Wedges of Gold, great Anchors, heapes of Pearle, Ineſtimable Stones, vnvalewed Iewels, All ſcattred in the bottome of the Sea, Some lay in dead-mens Sculles, and in the holes Where eyes did once inhabit, there were crept (As 'twere in ſcorne of eyes) reflecting Gemmes, That woo'd the ſlimy bottome of the deepe, And mock'd the dead bones that lay ſcattred by. Had you ſuch leyſure in the time of death To gaze vpon theſe ſecrets of the deepe? Me thought I had, and often did I ſtriue To yeeld the Ghoſt: but ſtill the enuious Flood Stop'd in my ſoule, and would not let it forth To find the empty, vaſt, and wand'ring ayre: But ſmother'd it within my panting bulke, Who almoſt burſt, to belch it in the Sea. Awak'd you not in this ſore Agony?