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 · 501 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T29: gloster, faukenbridge, skinke, hermit, richard, prince, iohn, porter, henry, brother.
Before the days of Change, still is it so, By a divine instinct, men's minds mistrust Pursuing danger: as by proof we see The Water swell before a boisterous storm: But leave it all to God. Whither away? Marry we were sent for to the justices. And so was I: I'll bear you company. Last night I heard they lay at Stony Stratford, And at Northampton they do rest to night: To morrow, or next day, they will be here. I long with all my heart to see the Prince: I hope he is much grown since last I saw him. But I hear no, they say my son of York Has almost overta'en him in his growth. I Mother, but I would not have it so. Why my good Cousin, it is good to grow. Grandam, one night as we did sit at Supper, My Uncle Rivers talked how I did grow More than my Brother. I, quoth my Uncle Glouster, Small Herbs have grace, great Weeds do grow apace. And since, me thinks I would not grow so fast, Because sweet Flowers are slow, and Weeds make haste. Good faith, good faith, the saying did not hold In him that did object the same to thee. He was the wretched'st thing when he was young, So long a growing, and so leisurely, That if his rule were true, he should be gracious. And so no doubt he is, my gracious Madam. I hope he is, but yet let Mothers doubt. Now by my troth, if I had been remembered, I could have given my Uncle's Grace, a flout, To touch his growth, nearer than he touched mine. How my young York, I prithee let me hear it. Marry (they say) my Uncle grew so fast, That he could gnaw a crust at two hours old, 'Twas full two years ere I could get a tooth. Grandam, this would have been a biting jest. I prithee pretty York, who told thee this? Grandam, his Nurse. His Nurse? why she was dead, ere thou waste borne. If 'twere not she, I cannot tell who told me. A perilous Boy: go too, you are too shrewd. Good Madam, be not angry with the Child. Pitchers have ears. here comes a Messenger: What News? Such news my Lord, as grieves me to report. How doth the Prince? Well Madam, and in health. What is thy News? Lord Rivers, and Lord Grey, Are sent to Pomfret, and with them, Sir Thomas Vaughan, Prisoner's. Who hath committed them? The mighty Dukes, Glouster and Buckingham. For what offence? The sum of all I can, I have disclosed: Why, or for what, the Nobles were committed, Is all unknown to me, my gracious Lord. Ay me! I see the ruin of my House: The Tiger now hath seized the gentle Hind, Insulting Tyranny begins to jutt Upon the innocent and awelesse Throne: Welcome Destruction, Blood, and Massacre, I see (as in a Map) the end of all.
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Before the dayes of Change, ſtill is it ſo, By a diuine inſtinct, mens mindes miſtruſt Purſuing danger: as by proofe we ſee The Water ſwell before a boyſt'rous ſtorme: But leaue it all to God. Whither away? Marry we were ſent for to the Iuſtices. And ſo was I: Ile beare you company. Laſt night I heard they lay at Stony Stratford, And at Northampton they do reſt to night: To morrow, or next day, they will be heere. I long with all my heart to ſee the Prince: I hope he is much growne ſince laſt I ſaw him. But I heare no, they ſay my ſonne of Yorke Ha's almoſt ouertane him in his growth. I Mother, but I would not haue it ſo. Why my good Coſin, it is good to grow. Grandam, one night as we did ſit at Supper, My Vnkle Riuers talk'd how I did grow More then my Brother. I, quoth my Vnkle Glouſter, Small Herbes haue grace, great Weeds do grow apace. And ſince, me thinkes I would not grow ſo faſt, Becauſe ſweet Flowres are ſlow, and Weeds make haſt. Good faith, good faith, the ſaying did not hold In him that did obiect the ſame to thee. He was the wretched'ſt thing when he was yong, So long a growing, and ſo leyſurely, That if his rule were true, he ſhould be gracious. And ſo no doubt he is, my gracious Madam. I hope he is, but yet let Mothers doubt. Now by my troth, if I had beene remembred, I could haue giuen my Vnkles Grace, a flout, To touch his growth, neerer then he toucht mine. How my yong Yorke, I prythee let me heare it. Marry (they ſay) my Vnkle grew ſo faſt, That he could gnaw a cruſt at two houres old, 'Twas full two yeares ere I could get a tooth. Grandam, this would haue beene a byting Ieſt. I prythee pretty Yorke, who told thee this? Grandam, his Nurſſe. His Nurſe? why ſhe was dead, ere yu waſt borne. If 'twere not ſhe, I cannot tell who told me. A parlous Boy: go too, you are too ſhrew'd. Good Madam, be not angry with the Childe. Pitchers haue eares. Heere comes a Meſſenger: What Newes? Such newes my Lord, as greeues me to report. How doth the Prince? Well Madam, and in health. What is thy Newes? Lord Riuers, and Lord Grey, Are ſent to Pomfret, and with them, Sir Thomas Ʋaughan, Priſoners. Who hath committed them? The mighty Dukes, Glouſter and Buckingham. For what offence? The ſumme of all I can, I haue diſclos'd: Why, or for what, the Nobles were committed, Is all vnknowne to me, my gracious Lord. Aye me! I ſee the ruine of my Houſe: The Tyger now hath ſeiz'd the gentle Hinde, Inſulting Tiranny beginnes to Iutt Vpon the innocent and aweleſſe Throne: Welcome Deſtruction, Blood, and Maſſacre, I ſee (as in a Map) the end of all.