Shakespeare, William · published 1600 · first performed or written 1597 [c.1597-1598] (Annals) history · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men T53 The crown: kingship claimed, resigned an typicality 0.89 · 449 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T53: crown, king, state, life, lord, lords, live, queen, tullia, prince.
My Lord, I found the prince in the next room, Washing with kindly tears, his gentle cheeks, With such a deep demeanour in great sorrow, That tyranny, which never quaffed but blood, Would by beholding him, have washed his knife, With gentle eie-drops, he is coming hither But wherefore did he take away the crown? E●ewhere he comes, come hither to me Harry, Depart the chamber, leave us here alone. I never thought to hear you speak again. Thy wish was father (Harry,) to that thought I stay too long by thee, I weary thee, Dost thou so hunger for mine empty chair, That thou wilt needs invest thee with my honours▪ Before thy hour be ripe! O foolish youth, Thou seek'st the greatness that will overwhelm thee, Stay but a little, for my cloud of dignity Is held from falling with so weak a wind, That it will quickly drop: my day is dim, Thou hast stolen that, which after some few hours. Were thine, without offence, and at my death▪ Thou hast sealed up my expectation, Thy life did manifest thou lov'dst me not, And thou wilt have me die, assured of it, Thou hidst a thousand daggers in thy thoughts, Whom thou hast whetted on thy stony heart, To stab at half an hour of my life. What, canst thou not forbear me halfe an hour? Then get thee gone, and dig my grave thyself, And bid the merry bells ring to thine ear, That thou art crowned, not that I am dead: Let all the tears that should bedew my hearse Be drops of Balm to sanctify thy head, Only compowd me with forgotten dust. Give that which gave thee life, unto the worms, Pluck down my officers, break my decrees, For now a time is come to mock at Form: Harry the fift is crowned, up vanity, Down royal state, all you sage counsellors, hence, And to the English Court assemble now From every region, apes of idleness: Now neighbour confines, purge you of your scum Have you a ruffian that will swear, drink, dance, Revel the night rob, murder, and commit The oldest sins, the newest kind of ways? Be happy, he will trouble you no more. England shall double gild his treble gilt, England shall give him office honour, might: For the fift Harry, from curbed licence, plucks The mussel of restraint, and the wild dog Shall flesh his tooth on every innocent. O my poor kingdom! sick with civil blows: When that my care could not withhold thy riots, What wilt thou do when riot is thy care? O thou wilt be a wilderness again, Peopled with wolves, thy old inhabitants.
seed 43: unassigned · seed 44: T6 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
My Lord, I found the prince in the next roome, Washing with kindly teares, his gentle cheekes, VVith such a deepe demeanour in great sorrow, That tyranny, which neuer quaft but bloud, VVould by beholding him, haue washt his knife, VVith gentle eie-drops, hee is comming hither But wherefore did he take away the crowne? Eewhere he comes, come hither to me Harry, Depart the chamber, leaue vs here alone. I neuer thought to heare you speake againe. Thy wish was father (Harry,) to that thought I stay too long by thee, I weary thee, Dost thou so hunger for mine emptie chaire, That thou wilt needes inuest thee with my honors▪ Before thy howre be ripe! O foolish youth, Thou seekst the greatnesse that will ouerwhelme thee, Stay but a little, for my clowd of dignity Is held from falling with so weake a wind, That it will quickly drop: my day is dim, Thou hast stolne that, which after some few houres. VVere thine, without offence, and at my death▪ Thou hast seald vp my expectation, Thy life did manifest thou lou'dst me not, And thou wilt haue me die, assurde of it, Thou hidst a thousand daggers in thy thoughts, VVhom thou hast whetted on thy stony heart, To stab at halfe an hower of my life. VVhat, canst thou not forbeare me halfe an hower? Then get thee gone, and digge my graue thy selfe, And bid the mery bells ring to thine eare, That thou art crowned, not that I am dead: Let all the teares that should bedew my hearse Be drops of Balme to sanctifie thy head, Only compouud me with forgotten dust. Giue that which gaue thee life, vnto the wormes, Plucke downe my officers, breake my decrees, For now a time is come to mocke at Forme: Harry the fift is crownd, vp vanitie, Downe royall state, all you sage counsailers, hence, And to the English Court assemble now From euery region, apes of idlenesse: Now neighbour confines, purge you of your scumme Haue you a ruffin that will sweare, drinke, daunce, Reuell the night rob, murder, and commit The oldest sinnes, the newest kind of waies? Be happy, he will trouble you no more. England shal double gild his trebble gilt, England shall giue him office honour, might: For the fift Harry, from curbd licence, plucks The mussel of restraint, and the wild dogge Shal flesh his tooth on euery innocent. O my poore kingdome! sicke with ciuill blowes: VVhen that my care could not withhold thy riots, VVhat wilt thou do when riot is thy care? O thou wilt be a wildernesse againe, Peopled with woolues, thy old inhabitants.