Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written 1597 [c.1597-1598] (Annals) history · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men unassigned nearest T43 York and Lancaster: dynastic claims and · 450 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T43: henry, king, richard, warwick, york, edward, father, duke, crown, son.
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 eye-drops. He is coming hither. But wherefore did he take away the Crown? Lo, where 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 my empty Chair, That thou wilt needs invest thee with mine Honours, Before thy hour be ripe? O foolish Youth! Thou seekest 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 dye assured of it. Thou hidest a thousand Daggers in thy thoughts, Which 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 thy care That thou art Crowned, not that I am dead. Let all the Tears, that should be due my Hearse Be drops of Balm, to sanctify thy head: Only compound 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. Henry 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 neighbor-Confines, purge you of your Scum: Have you a Ruffian that swill 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 gilled, His treble guilt. England, shall give him Office, Honour, Might: For the Fift Harry, from curbed Licence plucks The muzzle of Restraint; and the wild Dog Shall flesh his tooth in 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: unassigned — 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, With ſuch a deepe demeanure, in great ſorrow, That Tyranny, which neuer quafft but blood, Would (by beholding him) haue waſh'd his Knife With gentle eye-drops. Hee is comming hither. But wherefore did hee take away the Crowne? Loe, where hee comes. Come hither to me (Harry.) Depart the Chamber, leaue vs heere alone. I neuer thought to heare you ſpeake againe. Thy wiſh was Father (Harry) to that thought: I ſtay too long by thee, I wearie thee. Do'ſt thou ſo hunger for my emptie Chayre, That thou wilt needes inueſt thee with mine Honors, Before thy howre be ripe? O fooliſh Youth! Thou ſeek'ſt the Greatneſſe, that will ouer-whelme thee. Stay but a little: for my Cloud of Dignitie Is held from falling, with ſo weake a winde, That it will quickly drop: my Day is dimme. Thou haſt ſtolne that, which after ſome few howres Were thine, without offence: and at my death Thou haſt ſeal'd vp my expectation. Thy Life did manifeſt, thou lou'dſt me not, And thou wilt haue me dye aſſur'd of it. Thou hid'ſt a thouſand Daggers in thy thoughts, Which thou haſt whetted on thy ſtonie heart, To ſtab at halfe an howre of my Life. What? canſt thou not forbeare me halfe an howre? Then get thee gone, and digge my graue thy ſelfe, And bid the merry Bels ring to thy care That thou art Crowned, not that I am dead. Let all the Teares, that ſhould be dew my Hearſe Be drops of Balme, to ſanctifie thy head: Onely compound 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. Henry the fift is Crown'd: Vp Vanity, Downe Royall State: All you ſage Counſailors, hence: And to the Engliſh Court, aſſemble now From eu'ry Region, Apes of Idleneſſe. Now neighbor-Confines, purge you of your Scum: Haue you a Ruffian that ſwill ſweare? drinke? dance? Reuell the night? Rob? Murder? and commit The oldeſt ſinnes, the neweſt kinde of wayes? Be happy, he will trouble you no more: England, ſhall double gill'd, His trebble guilt. England, ſhall giue him Office, Honor, Might: For the Fift Harry, from curb'd Licenſe pluckes The muzzle of Reſtraint; and the wilde Dogge Shall fleſh his tooth in euery Innocent. O my poore Kingdome (ſicke, with ciuill blowes) When that my Care could not with-hold thy Ryots, What wilt thou do, when Ryot is thy Care? O, thou wilt be a Wilderneſſe againe, Peopled with Wolues (thy old Inhabitants.