Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written 1592 [1591-1592] (Annals) tragedy; history · Derby's (Strange's) Men (?) T50 Fleets, armies and generals: war by sea typicality 0.75 · 504 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T50: sea, honour, general, soldiers, men, ship, fight, soldier, king, vittori.
Nay good my Lord, be not afraid of Shadows. By the Apostle Paul, shadows to night Have struck more terror to the soul of Richard, Then can the substance of ten thousand Soldiers Armed in proof, and led by shallow Richmond. 'Tis not yet near day. Come go with me, Under our Tents I'll play the Ease-dropper, To hear if any mean to shrink from me. Good morrow Richmond. Cry mercy Lords, and watchful Gentlemen, That you have ta'en a tardy sluggard here? How have you slept my Lord? The sweetest sleep, And fairest boding Dreams, That ever entered in a drowsy head, Have I since your departure had my Lords. Me thought their Souls, whose bodies Rich. murdered, Came to my Tent, and cried on Victory: I promise you my Heart is very jocund, In the remembrance of so fair a dream, How far into the Morning is it Lords? Upon the stroke of four. Why then 'tis time to Arm, and give direction. More than I have said, loving Countrymen, The leisure and enforcement of the time Forbids to dwell upon: yet remember this, God, and our good cause, fight upon our side, The Prayers of holy Saints and wronged souls, Like high reared Bulwarks, stand before our Faces, (Richard except) those whom we fight against, Had rather have us win, then him they follow. For, what is he they follow? Truly Gentlemen, A bloody Tyrant, and a Homicide: One raised in blood, and one in blood established; One that made means to come by what he hath, And slaughtered those that were the means to help him: A base foul Stone, made precious by the soil Of England's Chair, where he is falsely set: One that hath ever been God's Enemy. Then if you fight against God's Enemy, God will in justice ward you as his Soldiers. If you do swear to put a Tyrant down, You sleep in peace, the Tyrant being slain: If you do fight against your Country's Foes, Your Country's Fat shall pay your pains the hire. If you do fight in safeguard of your wives, Your wives shall welcome home the Conquerors. If you do free your Children from the Sword, Your children's Children quits it in your Age. Then in the name of God and all these rights, Advance your Standards, draw your willing Swords. For me, the ransom of my bold attempt, Shall be this cold Corpses on the earth's cold face. But if I thrive, the gain of my attempt, The least of you shall share his part thereof. Sound Drums and Trumpets boldly, and cheerfully, God, and Saint George, Richmond, and Victory. What said Northumberland as touching Richmond? That he was never trained up in Arms. He said the truth: and what said Surrey then? He smiled and said, the better for our purpose. He was in the right, and so indeed it is. Tell the clock there. Give me a Calendar: Who saw the Sun to day? Not I my Lord.
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Nay good my Lord, be not affraid of Shadows. By the Apoſtle Paul, ſhadowes to night Haue ſtroke more terror to the ſoule of Richard, Then can the ſubſtance of ten thouſand Souldiers Armed in proofe, and led by ſhallow Richmond▪ 'Tis not yet neere day. Come go with me, Vnder our Tents Ile play the Eaſe-dropper, To heare if any meane to ſhrinke from me. Good morrow Richmond. Cry mercy Lords▪ and watchfull Gentlemen, That you haue tane a tardie ſluggard heere? How haue you ſlept my Lord? The ſweeteſt ſleepe, And faireſt boading Dreames, That euer entred in a drowſie head, Haue I ſince your departure had my Lords. Me thought their Soules, whoſe bodies Rich. murther'd, Came to my Tent, and cried on Victory: I promiſe you my Heart is very iocond, In the remembrance of ſo faire a dreame, How farre into the Morning is it Lords? Vpon the ſtroke of foure. Why then 'tis time to Arme, and giue direction. More then I haue ſaid, louing Countrymen, The leyſure and inforcement of the time Forbids to dwell vpon: yet remember this, God, and our good cauſe, fight vpon our ſide, The Prayers of holy Saints and wronged ſoules, Like high rear'd Bulwarkes, ſtand before our Faces, (Richard except) thoſe whom we fight againſt, Had rather haue vs win, then him they follow. For, what is he they follow? Truly Gentlemen, A bloudy Tyrant, and a Homicide: One rais'd in blood, and one in blood eſtabliſh'd; One that made meanes to come by what he hath, And ſlaughter'd thoſe that were the meanes to help him: A baſe foule Stone, made precious by the ſoyle Of Englands Chaire, where he is falely ſet: One that hath euer beene Gods Enemy. Then if you fight againſt Gods Enemy, God will in iuſtice ward you as his Soldiers. If you do ſweare to put a Tyrant downe, You ſleepe in peace, the Tyrant being ſlaine: If you do fight againſt your Countries Foes, Your Countries Fat ſhall pay your paines the hyre. If you do fight in ſafegard of your wiues, Your wiues ſhall welcome home the Conquerors. If you do free your Children from the Sword, Your Childrens Children quits it in your Age. Then in the name of God and all theſe rights, Aduance your Standards, draw your willing Swords. For me, the ranſome of my bold attempt, Shall be this cold Corpes on the earth's cold face. But if I thriue, the gaine of my attempt, The leaſt of you ſhall ſhare his part thereof. Sound Drummes and Trumpets boldly, and cheerefully, God, and Saint George, Richmond, and Victory. What ſaid Northumberland as touching Richmond? That he was neuer trained vp in Armes. He ſaid the truth: and what ſaid Surrey then? He ſmil'd and ſaid, the beter for our purpoſe. He was in the right, and ſo indeed it is. Tell the clocke there. Giue me a Kalender: Who ſaw the Sunne to day? Not I my Lord.