Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written 1592 [1591-1592] (Annals) tragedy; history · Derby's (Strange's) Men (?) T29 Disguise and pursuit in Look About You typicality 0.81 · 495 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T29: gloster, faukenbridge, skinke, hermit, richard, prince, iohn, porter, henry, brother.
There Hastings, I will never more remember Our former hatred, so thrive I, and mine. Dorset, embrace him: Hastings, love Lord marquis. This interchange of love, I here protest Upon my part, shall be inviolable. And so swear I Now Princely Buckingham, seal thou this league With thy embracements to my wife's Allies, And make me happy in your unity. When ever Buckingham doth turn his hate Upon your Grace, but with all duteous love, Doth cherish you, and yours, God punish me With hate in those where I expect most love, When I have most need to employ a Friend, And most assured that he is a Friend, Deep, hollow, treacherous, and full of guile, Be he unto me: This do I beg of heaven, When I am cold in love, to you, or yours. A pleasing Cordial, Princely Buckingham Is this thy Vow, unto my sickly heart: There wanteth now our Brother Gloster here, To make the blessed period of this peace. And in good time, here comes Sir Richard Ratcliff, and the Duke. Good morrow to my Sovereign King & Queen And Princely Peers, a happy time of day. Happy indeed, as we have spent the day: Gloster, we have done deeds of Charity, Made peace of enmity, fair love of hate, Between these swelling wrong incensed Peers. A blessed labour my most Sovereign Lord: Among this Princely heap, if any here By false intelligence, or wrong surmise Hold me a Foe: If I unwillingly, or in my rage, Have aught committed that is hardly borne, To any in this presence, I desire To reconcile me to his Friendly peace: 'Tis death to me to be at enmity: I hate it, and desire all good men's love, First Madam, I entreat true peace of you, Which I will purchase with my duteous service. Of you my Noble Cousin Buckingham, If ever any grudge were lodged between us. Of you and you, Lord Rivers and of Dorset, That all without desert have frowned on me: Of you Lord Wooduill, and Lord Scales of you, Dukes, Earls, Lords, Gentlemen, indeed of all. I do not know that Englishman alive, With whom my soul is any jot at odds, More than the Infant that is borne to night: I thank my God for my Humility. A holy day shall this be kept hereafter: I would to God all strifes were well compounded. My Sovereign Lord, I do beseech your Highness To take our Brother Clarence to your Grace. Why Madam, have I offered love for this, To be so flouted in this Royal presence? Who knows not that the gentle Duke is dead? You do him injury to scorn his Coarse. Who knows not he is dead? Who knows he is? Allseeing heaven, what a world is this? Look I so pale Lord Dorset, as the rest? I my good Lord, and no man in the presence, But his red colour hath forsook his cheeks.
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There Haſtings, I will neuer more remember Our former hatred, ſo thriue I, and mine. Dorſet, imbrace him: Haſtings, loue Lord Marqueſſe. This interchange of loue, I heere proteſt Vpon my part, ſhall be inuiolable. And ſo ſweare I. Now Princely Buckingham, ſeale yu this league With thy embracements to my wiues Allies, And make me happy in your vnity. When euer Buckingham doth turne his hate Vpon your Grace, but with all dutious loue, Doth cheriſh you, and yours, God puniſh me With hate in thoſe where I expect moſt loue, When I haue moſt need to imploy a Friend, And moſt aſſured that he is a Friend, Deepe, hollow, treacherous, and full of guile, Be he vnto me: This do I begge of heauen, When I am cold in loue, to you, or yours. A pleaſing Cordiall, Princely Buckingham Is this thy Vow, vnto my ſickely heart: There wanteth now our Brother Gloſter heere, To make the bleſſed period of this peace. And in good time, Heere comes Sir Richard Ratcliffe, and the Duke. Good morrow to my Soueraigne King & Queen And Princely Peeres, a happy time of day. Happy indeed, as we haue ſpent the day: Gloſter, we haue done deeds of Charity, Made peace of enmity, faire loue of hate, Betweene theſe ſwelling wrong incenſed Peeres. A bleſſed labour my moſt Soueraigne Lord: Among this Princely heape, if any heere By falſe intelligence, or wrong ſurmize Hold me a Foe: If I vnwillingly, or in my rage, Haue ought committed that is hardly borne, To any in this preſence, I deſire To reconcile me to his Friendly peace: 'Tis death to me to be at enmitie: I hate it, and deſire all good mens loue, Firſt Madam, I intreate true peace of you, Which I will purchaſe with my dutious ſeruice. Of you my Noble Coſin Buckingham, If euer any grudge were lodg'd betweene vs. Of you and you, Lord Riuers and of Dorſet, That all without deſert haue frown'd on me: Of you Lord Wooduill, and Lord Scales of you, Dukes, Earles, Lords, Gentlemen, indeed of all. I do not know that Engliſhman aliue, With whom my ſoule is any iot at oddes, More then the Infant that is borne to night: I thanke my God for my Humility. A holy day ſhall this be kept heereafter: I would to God all ſtrifes were well compounded. My Soueraigne Lord, I do beſeech your Highneſſe To take our Brother Clarence to your Grace. Why Madam, haue I offred loue for this, To be ſo flowted in this Royall preſence? Who knowes not that the gentle Duke is dead? You do him iniurie to ſcorne his Coarſe. Who knowes not he is dead? Who knowes he is? All-ſeeing heauen, what a world is this? Looke I ſo pale Lord Dorſet, as the reſt? I my good Lord, and no man in the preſence, But his red colour hath forſooke his cheekes.