Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written 1592 [1591-1592] (Annals) tragedy; history · Derby's (Strange's) Men (?) T1 Death, grief and revenge typicality 0.80 · 499 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T1: death, life, dead, die, blood, revenge, soul, father, heart, heaven.
Are you drawn forth among a world of men To slay the innocent? What is my offence? Where is the Evidence that doth accuse me? What lawful Quest have given their Verdict up Unto the frowning judge? Or who pronounced The bitter sentence of poor Clarence death, Before I be convict by course of Law? To threaten me with death, is most unlawful. I charge you, as you hope for any goodness, That you depart, and lay no hands on me: The deed you undertake is damnable. What we will do, we do upon command. And he that hath commanded, is our King. Erroneous Vassals, the great King of Kings Hath in the Table of his Law commanded That thou shalt do no murder. Will you then Spurn at his Edict, and fulfil a Man's? Take heed: for he holds Vengeance in his hand, To hurl upon their heads that break his Law. And that same Vengeance doth he hurl on thee, For false Forswearing, and for murder too: Thou didst receive the Sacrament, to fight In quarrel of the House of Lancaster. And like a Traitor to the name of God, Didst break that Vow, and with thy treacherous blade, Vnrip'st the Bowels of thy Sovereign's Son. Whom thou was't sworn to cherish and defend. How canst thou urge God's dreadful Law to us, When thou hast broke it in such dear degree? Alas! for whose sake did I that ill deed? For Edward, for my Brother, for his sake. He sends you not to murder me for this: For in that sin, he is as deep as I. If God will be avenged for the deed, O know you yet, he doth it publicly, Take not the quarrel from his powerful arm: He needs no indirect, or lawless course, To cut off those that have offended him. Who made thee then a bloody minister, When gallant springing brave Plantagenet, That Princely Novice was struck dead by thee? My Brother's love, the Devil, and my Rage. Thy Brother's Love, our Duty, and thy Faults, Provoke us hither now, to slaughter thee. If you do love my Brother, hate not me: I am his Brother, and I love him well. If you are hired for meed; go back again, And I will send you to my Brother Glouster: Who shall reward you better for my life, Then Edward will for tidings of my death. You are deceived, Your Brother Glouster hates you. Oh no, he loves me, and he holds me dear; Go you to him from me. I so we will. Tell him, when that our Princely Father York, Blessed his three Sons with his victorious Arm, He little thought of this divided Friendship: Bid Glouster think on this, and he will weep. I Millstones, as he lessoned us to weep. O do not slander him, for he is kind. Right, as Snow in Harvest: Come, you deceive yourself, 'Tis he that sends us to destroy you here.
nodes 960–1023 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 16 of 56 in this edition
Length
499 words · 665 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T1 — Death, grief and revengecross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.797 (cosine to the topic centroid)
Other seeds
seed 43: T7 · seed 44: T1 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
Are you drawne forth among a world of men To ſlay the innocent? What is my offence? Where is the Euidence that doth accuſe me? What lawfull Queſt haue giuen their Verdict vp Vnto the frowning Iudge? Or who pronounc'd The bitter ſentence of poore Clarence death, Before I be conuict by courſe of Law? To threaten me with death, is moſt vnlawfull. I charge you, as you hope for any goodneſſe, That you depart, and lay no hands on me: The deed you vndertake is damnable. What we will do, we do vpon command. And he that hath commanded, is our King. Erroneous Vaſſals, the great King of Kings Hath in the Table of his Law commanded That thou ſhalt do no murther. Will you then Spurne at his Edict, and fulfill a Mans? Take heed: for he holds Vengeance in his hand, To hurle vpon their heads that breake his Law. And that ſame Vengeance doth he hurle on thee, For falſe Forſwearing, and for murther too: Thou did'ſt receiue the Sacrament, to fight In quarrell of the Houſe of Lancaſter. And like a Traitor to the name of God, Did'ſt breake that Vow, and with thy treacherous blade, Vnrip'ſt the Bowels of thy Sou'raignes Sonne. Whom thou was't ſworne to cheriſh and defend. How canſt thou vrge Gods dreadfull Law to vs, When thou haſt broke it in ſuch deere degree? Alas! for whoſe ſake did I that ill deede? For Edward, for my Brother, for his ſake. He ſends you not to murther me for this: For in that ſinne, he is as deepe as I. If God will be auenged for the deed, O know you yet, he doth it publiquely, Take not the quarrell from his powrefull arme: He needs no indirect, or lawleſſe courſe, To cut off thoſe that haue offended him. Who made thee then a bloudy miniſter, When gallant ſpringing braue Plantagenet, That Princely Nouice was ſtrucke dead by thee? My Brothers loue, the Diuell, and my Rage. Thy Brothers Loue, our Duty, and thy Faults, Prouoke vs hither now, to ſlaughter thee. If you do loue my Brother, hate not me: I am his Brother, and I loue him well. If you are hyr'd for meed; go backe againe, And I will ſend you to my Brother Glouſter: Who ſhall reward you better for my life, Then Edward will for tydings of my death. You are deceiu'd, Your Brother Glouſter hates you. Oh no, he loues me, and he holds me deere; Go you to him from me. I ſo we will. Tell him, when that our Princely Father Yorke, Bleſt his three Sonnes with his victorious Arme, He little thought of this diuided Friendſhip: Bid Glouſter thinke on this, and he will weepe. I Milſtones, as he leſſoned vs to weepe. O do not ſlander him, for he is kinde. Right, as Snow in Harueſt: Come, you deceiue your ſelfe, 'Tis he that ſends vs to deſtroy you heere.