Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written 1599 (Annals) history · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men unassigned nearest T13 Knights, squires and ladies · 483 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T13: knight, raph, lady, knights, george, master, squire, rafe, pray, god.
I do confess my fault, And do submit me to your highness' mercy. To which we all appeal. The mercy that was quick in us but late, By your own counsel is suppressed and killed: You must not dare (for shame) to talk of mercy, For your own reasons turn into your bosoms, As dogs upon their masters, worrying you: See you my Princes, and my Noble Peers, These English monsters: My Lord of Cambridge here, You know how apt our love was, to accord To furnish with all appertinents Belonging to his Honour; and this man, Hath for a few light Crowns, lightly conspired And sworn unto the practices of France To kill us here in Hampton. To the which, This Knight no less for bounty bound to Us Then Cambridge is, hath likewise sworn. But O, What shall I say to thee Lord Scroop, thou cruel, Ingrateful, savage, and inhuman Creature? Thou that didst bear the key of all my counsels, That knewest the very bottom of my soul, That (almost) mightst have coined me into Gold, Wouldst thou have practised on me, for thy use? May it be possible, that foreign higher Can out of thee extract one spark of evil That might annoy my finger? 'Tis so strange, That though the truth of it stands off as gross As black and white, my eye will scarcely see it. Treason, and murder, ever kept together, As two yoke devils sworn to either's purpose, Working so grossly in an natural cause, That admiration did not hoop at them. But thou ('gainst all proportion) didst bring in Wonder to wait on reason, and on murder: And whatsoever cunning fiend it was That wrought upon thee so preposterously, Hath got the voice in hell for excellence: And other devils that suggest by treasons, Do botch and bungle up damnation, With patches, colours, and with forms being fetched From glistering semblances of piety: But he that tempered thee, bade thee stand up, Gave thee no instance why thou shouldst do treason, Unless to dub thee with the name of Traitor. If that same Daemon that hath gulled thee thus, Should with his Lyon-gate walk the whole world, He might return to vasty Tartar back, And tell the Legions, I can never win A soul so easy as that Englishmans. Oh, how hast thou with jealousy infected The sweetness of affiance? Show men dutiful, Why so didst thou: seem they grave and learned? Why so didst thou. Come they of Noble Family? Why so didst thou. Seem they religious? Why so didst thou. Or are they spare in diet, Free from gross passion, or of mirth, or anger, Constant in spirit, not swerving with the blood, Garnished and decked in modest compliment, Not working with the eye, without the ear, And but in purged judgement trusting neither, Such and so finely bolted didst thou seem:
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Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
I do confeſſe my fault, And do ſubmit me to your Highneſſe mercy. To which we all appeale. The mercy that was quicke in vs but late, By your owne counſaile is ſuppreſt and kill'd: You muſt not dare (for ſhame) to talke of mercy, For your owne reaſons turne into your boſomes, As dogs vpon their maiſters, worrying you: See you my Princes, and my Noble Peeres, Theſe Engliſh monſters: My Lord of Cambridge heere, You know how apt our loue was, to accord To furniſh with all appertinents Belonging to his Honour; and this man, Hath for a few light Crownes, lightly conſpir'd And ſworne vnto the practiſes of France To kill vs heere in Hampton. To the which, This Knight no leſſe for bounty bound to Vs Then Cambridge is, hath likewiſe ſworne. But O, What ſhall I ſay to thee Lord Scroope, thou cruell, Ingratefull, ſauage, and inhumane Creature? Thou that didſt beare the key of all my counſailes, That knew'ſt the very bottome of my ſoule, That (almoſt) might'ſt haue coyn'd me into Golde, Would'ſt thou haue practis'd on me, for thy vſe? May it be poſsible, that forraigne hyer Could out of thee extract one ſparke of euill That might annoy my finger? 'Tis ſo ſtrange, That though the truth of it ſtands off as groſſe As blacke and white, my eye will ſcarſely ſee it. Treaſon, and murther, euer kept together, As two yoake diuels ſworne to eythers purpoſe, Working ſo groſſely in an naturall cauſe, That admiration did not hoope at them. But thou (gainſt all proportion) didſt bring in Wonder to waite on reaſon, and on murther: And whatſoeuer cunning fiend it was That wrought vpon thee ſo prepoſterouſly, Hath got the voyce in hell for excellence: And other diuels that ſuggeſt by treaſons, Do botch and bungle vp damnation, With patches, colours, and with formes being fetcht From gliſt'ring ſemblances of piety: But he that temper'd thee, bad thee ſtand vp, Gaue thee no inſtance why thou ſhouldſt do treaſon, Vnleſſe to dub thee with the name of Traitor. If that ſame Daemon that hath gull'd thee thus, Should with his Lyon-gate walke the whole world, He might returne to vaſtie Tartar backe, And tell the Legions, I can neuer win A ſoule ſo eaſie as that Engliſhmans. Oh, how haſt thou with iealouſie infected The ſweetneſſe of affiance? Shew men dutifull, Why ſo didſt thou: ſeeme they graue and learned? Why ſo didſt thou. Come they of Noble Family? Why ſo didſt thou. Seeme they religious? Why ſo didſt thou. Or are they ſpare in diet, Free from groſſe paſsion, or of mirth, or anger, Conſtant in ſpirit, not ſweruing with the blood, Garniſh'd and deck'd in modeſt complement, Not working with the eye, without the eare, And but in purged iudgement truſting neither, Such and ſo finely boulted didſt thou ſeeme: