Heywood, Thomas · published 1600 · first performed or written 1599 [1592-1599] (Annals) history · Derby's (Strange's) Men T29 Disguise and pursuit in Look About You typicality 0.74 · 450 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T29: gloster, faukenbridge, skinke, hermit, richard, prince, iohn, porter, henry, brother.
Brother I durst be sworn. God bless you all, and take you to him if it be his will. Now brother, this prophesy of G. troubling the King, He may as well apply it unto Glocester, My dukedoms name, if he be jealous, As unto George your name, good brother Clarence, God help, God help: i'faith it troubles me, You would not think how: aside. that any of you live. It cannot those: how innocent I am, And how unspotted are my loyal thoughts Unto his Highness, and those sweet young Princes, God be my record. Who you, ay, I durst answer for you, That I shall cut you off ere it be long. But reverend Doctor, you can only tell, Being his highness Confessor, how he takes it. Shaw, you know my mind, a villain like myself. My Lord of Clarence, I must tell your Lordship, His Highness is much troubled in his sickness With this same prophesy of G. Who is this G? Oft times he will demand, then will he sigh, And name his brother George, yourself my Lord, And then he strikes his breast, I promise you, This morning in th'extremest of his fit, He lay so still, we all thought he had slept, When suddenly, George is the G. quoth he, And gave a groan, and turned his face away. God be my witness, witness with my soul, My just and upright thoughts to him and his, I stand so guiltless and so innocent, As I could wish my breast to be transparent, And my thoughts written in great letters there, The world might read the secrets of my soul. Ah brother Clarence, when you are suspected, Well, well, it is a wicked world the while: But shall I tell you brother in plain terms, I fear, yourself and I have enemies, About the King, God pardon them, The world was never worser to be trusted: Ah brother George, where is that love that was? Ah it is banished brother from the world: Ah Conscience, Conscience, and true brotherhood, 'tis gone, 'tis gone, brother I am your friend, I am your loving brother, your own self, And love you as my soul, use me in what you please, And you shall see I'll do a brother's part, Send you to heaven I hope, ere it be long, I am a true stamped villain as ever lived. I know you will, than brother I beseech you, Plead you mine innocence unto the King, And in mean time to tell my loyalty, I'll keep within my house at Bainard's Castle, Until I hear how my dread Sovereign takes it. Do so good brother. Farewell good brother Gloster.
seed 43: unassigned · seed 44: T31 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
Brother I durst be sworne. God blesse you al, and take you to him if it be his will. Now brother, this prophesse of G. troubling the King, He may as well applie it vnto Glocester, My Dukedomes name, if he be fealfous, As vnto George your ame, good brother Clarence, God helpe, God helpe: faith it troubles me, You would not thinke how: aside. that any of you liue. It cannot thuse: how innocent I am, And how vnspotted are my loyall thoughts Vnto his Highnes, and those swéete yong Princes, God be my record. Who you, I, I durst answer for you, That I shall cut you off ere it be long. But reuerend Doctor, you can onely tell, Being his Highnes Confessor, how he takes it. Shaw, you know my minde, a villaine like my selfe. My Lord of Clarence, I must tell your Lord, His Highnes is much troubled in his sicknes With this same prophesie of G. Who is this G? Oft times he will demaund, then will he sigh, And name his brother George, your selfe my Lord, And then he strikes his breast, I promise you, This morning in th'extreamest of his fitte, He lay so still, we all thought he had slept, When suddenly, George is the G. quoth he, And gaue a groane, and turnde his face away. God be my witnesse, witnesse with my soule, My iust and vpright thoughts to him and his, I stand so guiltlesse and so innocent, As I could wish my breast to be transparent, And my thoughts written in great letters there, The world might read the secrets of my soule. Ah brother Clarence, when you are suspected, Well, well, it is a wicked world the while: But shall I tell you brother in plaine tearmes, I feare, your selfe and I haue enemies, About the King, God pardon them, The world was neuer worser to be trusted: Ah brother George, where is that loue that was? Ah it is banisht brother from the world: Ah Conscience, Conscience, and true brotherhood, Tis gone, tis gone, brother I am your friend, I am your louing brother, your owne selfe, And loue you as my soule, vse me in what you please, And you shall see Ile doe a brothers part, Send you to heauen I hope, ere it be long, I am a true stampt villaine as euer liude. I know you will, then brother I beséech you, Pleade you mine innocence vnto the King, And in meane time to tell my loyaltie, Ile kéepe within my house at Bainards Castle, Vntill I heare how my dread Soueraigne takes it. Do so good brother. Farewell good brother Gloster.