Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written 1597 [c.1597-1598] (Annals) history · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men unassigned nearest T14 Royal love, favour and dynastic relation · 511 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T14: prince, princess, love, king, lord, queen, madam, grace, lady, life.
And how accompanied? I do not know (my Lord.) Is not his Brother, Thomas of Clarence, with him? No (my good Lord) he is in presence here. What would my Lord, and Father? Nothing but well to thee, Thomas of Clarence. How chance thou art not with the Prince, thy Brother? He loves thee, and thou dost neglect him (Thomas.) Thou hast a better place in his Affection, Then all thy Brothers: cherish it (my Boy) And Noble Offices thou may'st effect Of Mediation (after I am dead) Between his Greatness, and thy other Brethren. Therefore omit him not: blunt not his Love, Nor lose the good advantage of his Grace, By seeming cold, or careless of his will. For he is gracious, if he be observed: He hath a Tear for Pity, and a Hand Open (as Day) for melting Charity: Yet notwithstanding, being incensed, he's Flint, As humorous as Winter, and as sudden, As Flaws congealed in the Spring of day. His temper therefore must be well observed: Chide him for faults, and do it reverently, When you perceive his blood inclined to mirth: But being moody, give him Line, and scope, Till that his passions (like a Whale on ground) Confound themselves with working. Learn this Thomas, And thou shalt prove a shelter to thy friends, A Hoop of Gold, to bind thy Brothers in: That the united Vessel of their Blood (Mingled with Venom of Suggestion, As force, perforce, the Age will pour it in) Shall never leak, though it do work as strong As Aconitum, or rash Gunpowder. I shall observe him with all care, and love. Why art thou not at Windsor with him (Thomas?) He is not there to day: he dines in London. And how accompanied? Canst thou tell that? With Pointz, and other his continual followers. Most subject is the fattest Soil to Weeds: And he (the Noble Image of my Youth) Is overspread with them: therefore my grief Stretches itself beyond the hour of death. The blood weeps from my heart, when I do shape (In forms imaginary) th' unguided Days, And rotten Times, that you shall look upon, When I am sleeping with my Ancestors. For when his headstrong Riot hath no Curb, When Rage and hot-Blood are his Counsellors, When Means and lavish Manners meet together; Oh, with what Wings shall his Affections fly Towards fronting Peril, and opposed Decay? My gracious Lord, you look beyond him quite: The Prince but studies his Companions, Like a strange Tongue: wherein, to gain the Language, 'Tis needful, that the most immodest word Be looked upon, and learned: which once attained, Your Highness knows, comes to no farther use, But to be known, and hated. So, like gross terms, The Prince will, in the perfectness of time, Cast off his followers: and their memory Shall as a Pattern, or a Measure, live, By which his Grace must mere the lives of others, Turning past-euills to advantages. 'Tis seldom, when the Bee doth leave her Comb In the dead Carrion. Who's here? Westmoreland?
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Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
And how accompanied? I doe not know (my Lord.) Is not his Brother, Thomas of Clarence, with him? No (my good Lord) hee is in preſence heere. What would my Lord, and Father? Nothing but well to thee, Thomas of Clarence. How chance thou art not with the Prince, thy Brother? Hee loues thee, and thou do'ſt neglect him (Thomas.) Thou haſt a better place in his Affection, Then all thy Brothers: cheriſh it (my Boy) And Noble Offices thou may'ſt effect Of Mediation (after I am dead) Betweene his Greatneſſe, and thy other Brethren. Therefore omit him not: blunt not his Loue, Nor looſe the good aduantage of his Grace, By ſeeming cold, or careleſſe of his will. For hee is gracious, if hee be obſeru'd: Hee hath a Teare for Pitie, and a Hand Open (as Day) for melting Charitie: Yet notwithſtanding, being incens'd, hee's Flint, As humorous as Winter, and as ſudden, As Flawes congealed in the Spring of day. His temper therefore muſt be well obſeru'd: Chide him for faults, and doe it reuerently, When you perceiue his blood enclin'd to mirth: But being moodie, giue him Line, and ſcope, Till that his paſſions (like a Whale on ground) Confound themſelues with working. Learne this Thomas, And thou ſhalt proue a ſhelter to thy friends, A Hoope of Gold, to binde thy Brothers in: That the vnited Veſſell of their Blood (Mingled with Venome of Suggeſtion, As force, perforce, the Age will powre it in) Shall neuer leake, though it doe worke as ſtrong As Aconitum, or raſh Gun-powder. I ſhall obſerue him with all care, and loue. Why art thou not at Windſor with him (Thomas?) Hee is not there to day: hee dines in London. And how accompanyed? Canſt thou tell that? With Pointz, and other his continuall followers. Moſt ſubiect is the fatteſt Soyle to Weedes: And hee (the Noble Image of my Youth) Is ouer-ſpread with them: therefore my griefe Stretches it ſelfe beyond the howre of death. The blood weepes from my heart, when I doe ſhape (In formes imaginarie) th' vnguided Dayes, And rotten Times, that you ſhall looke vpon, When I am ſleeping with my Anceſtors. For when his head-ſtrong Riot hath no Curbe, When Rage and hot-Blood are his Counſailors, When Meanes and lauiſh Manners meete together; Oh, with what Wings ſhall his Affections flye Towards fronting Perill, and oppos'd Decay? My gracious Lord, you looke beyond him quite: The Prince but ſtudies his Companions, Like a ſtrange Tongue: wherein, to gaine the Language, 'Tis needfull, that the moſt immodeſt word Be look'd vpon, and learn'd: which once attayn'd, Your Highneſſe knowes, comes to no farther vſe, But to be knowne, and hated. So, like groſſe termes, The Prince will, in the perfectneſſe of time, Caſt off his followers: and their memorie Shall as a Patterne, or a Meaſure, liue, By which his Grace muſt mere the liues of others, Turning paſt-euills to aduantages. 'Tis ſeldome, when the Bee doth leaue her Combe In the dead Carrion. Who's heere? Weſtmerland?