Heywood, Thomas · published 1600 · first performed or written 1599 [1592-1599] (Annals) history · Derby's (Strange's) Men T38 Death, parting and grief at court typicality 0.76 · 488 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T38: queen, king, death, dead, heart, life, die, lord, royal, news.
I hope my Lord he is not dead already? But I hope sir he is, I am sure I saw him dead, Of a Fly's death, drowned in a butt of malmsey. Drowned in a butt of malmsey? that is strange, Doubtless he never would misdo himself? No, that thou knowest right well, he had some helpers, Thy hand was in it with the Duke of Gloster's, As smoothly as thou seekst to cover it. Oh foul words my Lord, no more of that, The world knows nothing, then what should I fear? Doth not your honour seek promotion? Oh give the Doctor then a little leave, So that he gain preferment with a King, Cares not who goes to wrack, whose heart doth wring. A King? what King? why Richard man? who else? good Lord I see, Wise men sometimes have weak capacity. Why is not Edward living? and if he were not, Hath be not children? what shall become of them? Why man, lining for beds, a knife, or so, What make a boy a King, and a man by, Richard, a man for us? fie that were a shame. Nay then I see if Edward were deceased, Which way the game would go. What else my Lord? That way the current of our fortune runs, By noble Richard gallant royal Richard, He is the man must only do us good, So I have honour, let me swim through blood. My Lord, be but at Paul's cross on Sunday next, I hope I have it here shall soundly prove, King Edward's children not legitimate. Nay, and that for Edward ruling now, And George the Duke of Clarence so late dead: Their mother happed to tread the shoe awry, Why what is Richard then? Tut, lawful man, he says it so himself. And what he says i'll be so hold to swear, Though in my soul I know it otherwise, Beware promotion while you live my Lord. A staff, a staff, a thousand crowns for a staff. What staff sir William Catesbie? Why man a white staff for my lord Protector. Why is King Edward dead? Dead Lovel, dead, and Richard our good Lord Is made Protector of the sweet young Prince. Oh for a staff, where might I have a staff, That I might first present it to his hand? Now do I smell two Bishoprics at least, My sermon shall be peppered sound for this. Why how now mistress Shore? what, put finger in the ease, Nay then I see you have some cause to cry. I blame her not, her chiefest stay is gene, The only staff, she had to lean upon, I see by her these tidings are too true. I my Lord Lovell, they are too true indeed, Royal King Edward now hath breathed his last, The Queen turned out, and every friend put by, None now admitted, but whom Richard please.
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I hope my Lord he is not dead alreadie? But I hope sir he is, I am sure I saw him dead, Of a Flies death, drownd in a butte of Malmesey. Dround in a butte of Malmesey? that is strange, Doubtlesse he neuer wonid misdoe himselfe? No, that thou knowest right well, he had some helpers, Thy hand was in it with the Duke of Glosters, As smothly as thou séekst to couer it. Oh fowle words my Lord, no more of that, The world knowes nothing, then what should I feare? Doth not your honour séeke promotion? Oh giue the Doctor then a little leaue, So that he gaine preferment with a King, Cares not who goes to wracke, whose heart doth wring. A King? what King? Wy Richard man? who else? good Lord I see, Wise men sometimes haue weake capacitie. Why is not Edward liuing? and if he were not, Hath be not children? what shall become of them? Why man, lining for beds, a knife, or so, What make a boy a King, and a man by, Richard, a man for vs? fie that were a shame. Nay then I sée if Edward were deceast, Which way the game would go. What else my Lord? That way the current of our fortune runnes, By noble Richard gallant royall Richard, He is the man must onely doe vs good, So I haue honour, let me swimme through bloud. My Lord, be but at Pauls crosse on Sunday next, I hope I haue it here shall soundly proue, King Edwards chtldren not legitimate. Nay, and that for Edward ruling now, And George the Duke of Clarence so late dead: Their mother hapt to tread the shoe awry, Why what is Richard then? Tut, lawfull man, he saies it so himselfe. And what he saies ile be so hold to sweare, Though in my soule I know it otherwise, Beware promotion while you liue my Lord. A staffe, a staffe, a thousand crownes for a staffe. What staffe sir William Catesbie? Why man a white staffe for my lord Protector. Why is King Edward dead? Dead Louel, dead, and Richard our good Lord Is made Protector of the sweete young Prince. Oh for a staffe, where might I haue a staffe, That I might first present it to his hand? Now do I smell two Bishopricks at least, My sermon shall be pepperd sound for this. Why how now mistris Shoare? what, put finger in the ese, Nay then I see you haue some cause to erie. I blame her not, her chiefest stay is gene, The onely staffe, she had to leane vpon, I see by her these tidings are too true. I my Lord Louell, they are too true indeed, Royall King Edward now hath breath'd his last, The Quéene turnd out, and euerie friend put by, None now admitted, but whom Richard please.