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 0.89 · 516 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T1: death, life, dead, die, blood, revenge, soul, father, heart, heaven.
It cannot be, for he be wept my Fortune, And hugged me in his arms, and swore with sobs, That he would labour my delivery. Why so he doth, when he delivers you From this earth's thraldom, to the joys of heaven. Make peace with God, for you must die my Lord. Have you that holy feeling in your souls, To counsel me to make my peace with God, And are you yet to your own souls so blind, That you will war with God, by murdering me. O sirs consider, they that set you on To do this deed, will hate you for the deed. What shall we do? Relent, and save your souls: Which of you, if you were a Prince's Son, Being penned from Liberty, as I am now, If two such murderers as yourselves came to you, Would not entreat for life, as you would beg Were you in my distress. Relent? no: 'Tis cowardly and womanish. Not to relent, is beastly, savage, devilish: My Friend, I spy some pity in thy looks: O, if thine eye be not a Flatterer, Come thou on my side, and entreat for me, A begging Prince, what beggar pities not. Look behind you, my Lord. Take that, and that, if all this will not do, I'll drown you in the Malmesey-But within. A bloody deed, and desperately dispatched: How fain (like Pilate) would I wash my hands Of this most grievous murder. How now? what meanest thou that thou helpest me not? By Heaven the Duke shall know how slack you have been. I would he knew that I had saved his brother, Take thou the Fee, and tell him what I say, For I repent me that the Duke is slain. So do not I: go Coward as thou art. Well, I'll go hide the body in some hole, Till that the Duke give order for his burial: And when I have my meed, I will away, For this will out, and then I must not stay. Why so: now have I done a good day's work. You Peers, continue this united League: I, every day expect an Embassage From my Redeemer, to redeem me hence. And more to peace my soul shall part to heaven, Since I have made my Friends at peace on earth. Dorset and Rivers, take each others hand, Dissemble not your hatred, Swear your love. By heaven, my soul is purged from grudging hate And with my hand I seal my true hearts Love.. So thrive I, as I truly swear the like. Take heed you dally not before your King, Lest he that is the supreme King of Kings Confound your hidden falsehood, and award Either of you to be the others end. So prosper I, as I swear perfect love. And I, as I love Hastings with my heart, Madam, yourself is not exempt from this: Nor you Son Dorset, Buckingham nor you; You have been factious one against the other. Wife, love Lord Hastings, let him kiss your hand, And what you do, do it unfeignedly.
nodes 1024–1085 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 17 of 56 in this edition
Length
516 words · 676 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T1 — Death, grief and revengecross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.889 (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)
It cannot be, for he be wept my Fortune, And hugg'd me in his armes, and ſwore with ſobs, That he would labour my deliuery. Why ſo he doth, when he deliuers you From this earths thraldome, to the ioyes of heauen. Make peace with God, for you muſt die my Lord. Haue you that holy feeling in your ſoules, To counſaile me to make my peace with God, And are you yet to your owne ſoules ſo blinde, That you will warre with God, by murd'ring me. O ſirs conſider, they that ſet you on To do this deede, will hate you for the deede. What ſhall we do? Relent, and ſaue your ſoules: Which of you, if you were a Princes Sonne, Being pent from Liberty, as I am now, If two ſuch murtherers as your ſelues came to you, Would not intreat for life, as you would begge Were you in my diſtreſſe. Relent? no: 'Tis cowardly and womaniſh. Not to relent, is beaſtly, ſauage, diuelliſh: My Friend, I ſpy ſome pitty in thy lookes: O, if thine eye be not a Flatterer, Come thou on my ſide, and intreate for mee, A begging Prince, what begger pitties not. Looke behinde you, my Lord. Take that, and that, if all this will not do, Ile drowne you in the Malmeſey-But within. A bloody deed, and deſperately diſpatcht: How faine (like Pilate) would I waſh my hands Of this moſt greeuous murther. How now? what mean'ſt thou that thou help'ſt me not? By Heauen the Duke ſhall know how ſlacke you haue beene. I would he knew that I had ſau'd his brother, Take thou the Fee, and tell him what I ſay, For I repent me that the Duke is ſlaine. So do not I: go Coward as thou art. Well, Ile go hide the body in ſome hole, Till that the Duke giue order for his buriall: And when I haue my meede, I will away, For this will out, and then I muſt not ſtay. Why ſo: now haue I done a good daies work. You Peeres, continue this vnited League: I, euery day expect an Embaſſage From my Redeemer, to redeeme me hence. And more to peace my ſoule ſhall part to heauen, Since I haue made my Friends at peace on earth. Dorſet and Riuers, take each others hand, Diſſemble not your hatred, Sweare your loue. By heauen, my ſoule is purg'd from grudging hate And with my hand I ſeale my true hearts Loue. So thriue I, as I truly ſweare the like. Take heed you dally not before your King, Leſt he that is the ſupreme King of Kings Confound your hidden falſhood, and award Either of you to be the others end. So proſper I, as I ſweare perfect loue. And I, as I loue Haſtings with my heart, Madam, your ſelfe is not exempt from this: Nor you Sonne Dorſet, Buckingham nor you; You haue bene factious one againſt the other. Wife, loue Lord Haſtings, let him kiſſe your hand, And what you do, do it vnfeignedly.