Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written 1592 [1591-1592] (Annals) tragedy; history · Derby's (Strange's) Men (?) unassigned nearest T1 Death, grief and revenge · 517 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T1: death, life, dead, die, blood, revenge, soul, father, heart, heaven.
Well, well, he was the covertst sheltered Traitor That ever lived. Would you imagine, or almost believe, Wert not, that by great preservation We live to tell it, that the subtle Traitor This day had plotted, in the Council-house, To murder me, and my good Lord of Gloster. Had he done so? What? think you we are Turks, or Infidels? Or that we would, against the form of Law, Proceed thus rashly in the Villain's death, But that the extreme peril of the case, The Peace of England, and our Persons safety, Enforced us to this Execution. Now fair befall you, he deserved his death, And your good Graces both have well proceeded, To warn false Traitors from the like Attempts. I never looked for better at his hands, After he once fell in with Mistress Shore: Yet had we not determined he should dye, Until your Lordship came to see his end, Which now the loving haste of these our friends, Something against our meanings, have prevented; Because, my Lord, I would have had you heard The Traitor speak, and timorously confess The manner and the purpose of his Treasons: That you might well have signified the same Unto the Citizens, who haply may Misconstrue us in him, and wail his death. But, my good Lord, your Grace's words shall serve, As well as I had seen, and heard him speak: And do not doubt, right Noble Princes both, But I'll acquaint our duteous Citizens With all your just proceed in this case. And to that end we wished your Lordship here, T' avoid the Censures of the carping World. Which since you come too late of our intent, Yet witness what you hear we did intent: And so, my good Lord Mayor, we bid farewell. Go after, after, Cousin Buckingham. The Mayor towards Guild-Hall hies him in all post: There, at your meetest vantage of the time, Infer the Bastardy of Edward's Children: Tell them, how Edward put to death a Citizen, Only for saying, he would make his Son Heir to the Crown, meaning indeed his House, Which, by the Sign thereof, was termed so. Moreover, urge his hateful Luxury, And bestial appetite in change of Lust, Which stretched unto their Servants, Daughters, Wives, Even where his raging eye, or savage heart, Without control, lusted to make a prey. Nay, for a need, thus far come near my Person: Tell them, when that my Mother went with Child Of that insatiate Edward; Noble York, My Princely Father, than had Wars in France, And by true computation of the time, Found, that the Issue was not his begot: Which well appeared in his Lineaments, Being nothing like the Noble Duke, my Father: Yet touch this sparingly, as 'twere far off, Because, my Lord, you know my Mother lives. Doubt not, my Lord, I'll play the Orator, As if the Golden Fee, for which I plead, Were for myself: and so, my Lord, adieu. If you thrive well, bring them to Baynard's Castle, Where you shall find me well accompanied With reverend Fathers, and well-learned Bishops.
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Well, well, he was the couertſt ſheltred Traytor That euer liu'd. Would you imagine, or almoſt beleeue, Wert not, that by great preſeruation We liue to tell it, that the ſubtill Traytor This day had plotted, in the Councell-Houſe, To murther me, and my good Lord of Gloſter. Had he done ſo? What? thinke you we are Turkes, or Infidels? Or that we would, againſt the forme of Law, Proceed thus raſhly in the Villaines death, But that the extreme perill of the caſe, The Peace of England, and our Perſons ſafetie, Enforc'd vs to this Execution. Now faire befall you, he deſeru'd his death, And your good Graces both haue well proceeded, To warne falſe Traytors from the like Attempts. I neuer look'd for better at his hands, After he once fell in with Miſtreſſe Shore: Yet had we not determin'd he ſhould dye, Vntill your Lordſhip came to ſee his end, Which now the louing haſte of theſe our friends, Something againſt our meanings, haue preuented; Becauſe, my Lord, I would haue had you heard The Traytor ſpeake, and timorouſly confeſſe The manner and the purpoſe of his Treaſons: That you might well haue ſignify'd the ſame Vnto the Citizens, who haply may Miſconſter vs in him, and wayle his death. But, my good Lord, your Graces words ſhal ſerue, As well as I had ſeene, and heard him ſpeake: And doe not doubt, right Noble Princes both, But Ile acquaint our dutious Citizens With all your iuſt proceedings in this caſe. And to that end we wiſh'd your Lordſhip here, T' auoid the Cenſures of the carping World. Which ſince you come too late of our intent, Yet witneſſe what you heare we did intend: And ſo, my good Lord Maior, we bid farwell. Goe after, after, Couſin Buckingham. The Maior towards Guild-Hall hyes him in all poſte: There, at your meeteſt vantage of the time, Inferre the Baſtardie of Edwards Children: Tell them, how Edward put to death a Citizen, Onely for ſaying, he would make his Sonne Heire to the Crowne, meaning indeed his Houſe, Which, by the Signe thereof, was tearmed ſo. Moreouer, vrge his hatefull Luxurie, And beaſtiall appetite in change of Luſt, Which ſtretcht vnto their Seruants, Daughters, Wiues, Euen where his raging eye, or ſauage heart, Without controll, luſted to make a prey. Nay, for a need, thus farre come neere my Perſon: Tell them, when that my Mother went with Child Of that inſatiate Edward; Noble Yorke, My Princely Father, then had Warres in France, And by true computation of the time, Found, that the Iſſue was not his begot: Which well appeared in his Lineaments, Being nothing like the Noble Duke, my Father: Yet touch this ſparingly, as 'twere farre off, Becauſe, my Lord, you know my Mother liues. Doubt not, my Lord, Ile play the Orator, As if the Golden Fee, for which I plead, Were for my ſelfe: and ſo, my Lord, adue. If you thriue wel, bring them to Baynards Caſtle, Where you ſhall finde me well accompanied With reuerend Fathers, and well-learned Biſhops.