Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written 1592 [1591-1592] (Annals) tragedy; history · Derby's (Strange's) Men (?) T0 Court life: dukes, favour and honour typicality 0.84 · 511 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T0: duke, lord, duchess, love, court, madam, prince, honour, grace, lady.
We know each others Faces: for our Hearts, He knows no more of mine, than I of yours, Or I of his, my Lord, than you of mine: Lord Hastings, you and he are near in love. I thank his Grace, I know he loves me well: But for his purpose in the Coronation, I have not sounded him, nor he delivered His gracious pleasure any way therein: But you, my Honourable Lords, may name the time, And in the Duke's behalf I'll give my Voice, Which I presume he'll take in gentle part. In happy time, here comes the Duke himself. My Noble Lords, and Cousins all, good morrow: I have been long a sleeper: but I trust, My absence doth neglect no great design, Which by my presence might have been concluded. Had you not come upon your O my Lord, William, Lord Hastings, had pronounced your part; I mean your Voice, for Crowning of the King. Then my Lord Hastings, no man might be bolder, His Lordship knows me well, and loves me well. My Lord of Ely, when I was last in Holborn, I saw good Strawberries in your Garden there, I do beseech you, send for some of them. Mary and will, my Lord, with all my heart. Cousin of Buckingham, a word with you. Catesby hath sounded Hastings in our business, And finds the testy Gentleman so hot, That he will lose his Head, ere give consent His Master's Child, as worshipfully he terms it, Shall lose the Royalty of England's Throne. Withdraw yourself a while, I'll go with you. We have not yet set down this day of Triumph: To morrow, in my judgement, is too sudden, For I myself am not so well provided, As else I would be, were the day prolonged. Where is my Lord, the Duke of Gloster? I have sent for these Strawberries. His Grace looks cheerfully & smooth this morning, There's some conceit or other likes him well, When that he bids good morrow with such spirit. I think there's never a man in Christendom Can lesser hide his love, or hate, than he, For by his Face strait shall you know his Heart. What of his Heart perceive you in his Face, By any livelihood he showed to day? Marry, that with no man here he is offended: For were he, he had shown it in his Looks. I pray you all, tell me what they deserve, That do conspire my death with devilish Plots Of damned Witchcraft, and that have prevailed Upon my Body with their Hellish Charms. The tender love I bear your Grace, my Lord, Makes me most forward, in this Princely presence, To doom th' Offenders, whosoever they be: I say, my Lord, they have deserved death. Then be your eyes the witness of their evil. Look how I am bewitched: behold, mine Arm Is like a blasted Sapling, withered up: And this is Edward's Wife, that monstrous Witch, Consorted with that Harlot, Strumpet Shore, That by their Witchcraft thus have marked me.
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We know each others Faces: for our Hearts, He knowes no more of mine, then I of yours, Or I of his, my Lord, then you of mine: Lord Haſtings, you and he are neere in loue. I thanke his Grace, I know he loues me well: But for his purpoſe in the Coronation, I haue not ſounded him, nor he deliuer'd His gracious pleaſure any way therein: But you, my Honorable Lords, may name the time, And in the Dukes behalfe Ile giue my Voice, Which I preſume hee'le take in gentle part. In happie time, here comes the Duke himſelfe. My Noble Lords, and Couſins all, good morrow: I haue beene long a ſleeper: but I truſt, My abſence doth neglect no great deſigne, Which by my preſence might haue beene concluded. Had you not come vpon your O my Lord, William, Lord Haſtings, had pronounc'd your part; I meane your Voice, for Crowning of the King. Then my Lord Haſtings, no man might be bolder, His Lordſhip knowes me well, and loues me well. My Lord of Ely, when I was laſt in Holborne, I ſaw good Strawberries in your Garden there, I doe beſeech you, ſend for ſome of them. Mary and will, my Lord, with all my heart. Couſin of Buckingham, a word with you. Catesby hath ſounded Hastings in our buſineſſe, And findes the teſtie Gentleman ſo hot, That he will loſe his Head, ere giue conſent His Maſters Child, as worſhipfully he tearmes it, Shall loſe the Royaltie of Englands Throne. Withdraw your ſelfe a while, Ile goe with you. We haue not yet ſet downe this day of Triumph: To morrow, in my iudgement, is too ſudden, For I my ſelfe am not ſo well prouided, As elſe I would be, were the day prolong'd. Where is my Lord, the Duke of Gloſter? I haue ſent for theſe Strawberries. His Grace looks chearfully & ſmooth this morning, There's ſome conceit or other likes him well, When that he bids good morrow with ſuch ſpirit. I thinke there's neuer a man in Chriſtendome Can leſſer hide his loue, or hate, then hee, For by his Face ſtraight ſhall you know his Heart. What of his Heart perceiue you in his Face, By any liuelyhood he ſhew'd to day? Mary, that with no man here he is offended: For were he, he had ſhewne it in his Lookes. I pray you all, tell me what they deſerue, That doe conſpire my death with diuelliſh Plots Of damned Witchcraft, and that haue preuail'd Vpon my Body with their Helliſh Charmes. The tender loue I beare your Grace, my Lord, Makes me moſt forward, in this Princely preſence, To doome th' Offendors, whoſoe're they be: I ſay, my Lord, they haue deſerued death. Then be your eyes the witneſſe of their euill. Looke how I am bewitch'd: behold, mine Arme Is like a blaſted Sapling, wither'd vp: And this is Edwards Wife, that monſtrous Witch, Conſorted with that Harlot, Strumpet Shore, That by their Witchcraft thus haue marked me.