Shakespeare, William · published 1598 · first performed or written 1597 [c.1596-1597] (Annals) history · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men T43 York and Lancaster: dynastic claims and typicality 0.74 · 493 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T43: henry, king, richard, warwick, york, edward, father, duke, crown, son.
Speak of Mortimer? Zounds I will speak of him, and let my soul Want mercy if I do not join with him: Yea on his part i'll empty all these veins, And shed my dear blood, drop by drop in the dust, But I will lift the downtrod Mortimer As high in the air as this unthankful king, As this ingrate and cankered Bullingbrooke. Brother, the king hath made your nephew mad. Who struck this heat up after I was gone? He will forsooth have all my prisoners, And when I urged the ransom once again Of my wives brother, than his cheek looked pale, And on my face he turned an eye of death, Trembling even at the name of Mortimer. I cannot blame him, was not he proclaimed By Richard that dead is, the next of blood? He was, I heard the proclamation: And then it was, when the unhappy king, (Whose wrongs in us God pardon) did set forth Upon his Irish expedition; From whence he intercepted, did return To be deposed, and shortly murdered. And for whose death, we in the world's wide mouth Live scandalized and foully spoken of. But soft, I pray you did king Richard then Proclaim my brother Edmund Mortimer Heir to the crown? He did, myself did hear it. Nay then I cannot blame his cousin king, That wished him on the barren mountains starve, But shall it be that you that set the crown Upon the head of this forgetfulman, And for his sake wear the detested blot Of murderous subornation? shall it be That you a world of curses undergo, Being the agents, or base second means, The cords, the ladder, or the hangman rather, O pardon me, that I descend so low, To show the line and the predicament, Wherein you range under this subtle king! Shall it for shame be spoken in these days, Orfil up Chronicles in time to come, That men of your nobility and power Did gauge them both in an unjust behalf, (As both of you, God pardon it, have done) To put down Richard, that sweet lovely Rose, And plant this thorn, this canker Bullingbrooke? And shall it in more shame be further spoken, That you are fold, discarded, and shook off By him, for whom these shames ye underwent? No, yet time serves, wherein you may redeem Your banished honours, and restore yourselves Into the good thoughts of the world again: Revenge the jeering and disdained contempt Of this proud king, who studies day and night To answer all the debt he owes to you, Even with the bloody payment of your deaths: Therefore I say. Peace cousin, say no more And now I will unclasp a secret book, And to your quick conceiving discontents I'll read you matter deep and dangerous, As full of peril and adventurous spirit, As to over walk a Current roaring loud, On the unsteadfast footing of a spear.
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Speake of Mortimer? Zounds I will speake of him, and let my soule Want mercy if I do not ioine with him: Yea on his part ile empty all these vaines, And shed my deere bloud, drop by drop in the dust, But I will lift the down-trod Mortimer As high in the aire as this vnthankefull king, As this ingrate and cankred Bullingbrooke. Brother, the king hath made your nephew mad. Who strooke this heat vp after I was gone? He wil forsooth haue all my prisoners, And when I vrg'd the ransome once againe Of my wiues brother, then his cheeke lookt pale, And on my face he turn'd an eie of death, Trembling euen at the name of Mortimer. I cannot blame him, was not he proclaim'd By Richard that dead is, the next of bloud? He was, I heard the proclamation: And then it was, when the vnhappy king, (Whose wrongs in vs God pardon) did set forth Vpon his Irish expedition; From whence he intercepted, did returne To be depos'd, and shortly murdered. And for whose death, we in the worlds wide mouth Liue scandaliz'd and foly spoen of. But soft, I pray you did king Richard then Proclaime my brother Edmund Mortimer Hire to the crowne? He did, my selfe did heare it. Nay then I cannot blme his coosen king, That wisht him on the barren mountaines starue, But shal it be that you that set the crowne Vpon the head of this forgetfulman, And for his sake weare the detested blot Of murtheous subornation? shal it be That you a world of curses vndergo, Being the agents, or base second meanes, The cordes, the ladder, or the hangman rather, O pardon me, that I descend so low, To shew the line and the predicament, Wherein you range vnder this subtil king! Shall it for shame be spoken in these daies, Orfil vp Chronicles in time to come, That men of your nobility and power Did gage them both in an vniust behalfe, (As both of you, God pardon it, haue done) To put down Richard, that sweet louely Rose, And plant this thorne, this canker Bullingbrooke? And shal it in more shame be further spoken, That you are foold, dicarded, and shoke off By him, for whom these shames ye vnderwent? No, yet time serues, wherein you may redeeme Your banisht honors, and restore your selues Into the gd thoughts of the world againe: Reuenge the ieering and disdaind contempt Of this proud king, who studies day and night To answere all the debt he owes to you, Euen with the bloudie paiment of your deaths: Therefore I say. Peace coosen, say no more And now I will vnclaspe a secret booke, And to your quicke conceiuing discontents Ile reade you matter deepe and daungerous, As full of perill and aduenterous spirit, As to ore walke a Current roring lowd, On the vnstedfast footing of a speare.