Anonymous · published 1600 · first performed or written 1599 [c.1597-1599] (Annals) comedy · Admiral's (Nottingham's) Men T29 Disguise and pursuit in Look About You typicality 0.84 · 505 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T29: gloster, faukenbridge, skinke, hermit, richard, prince, iohn, porter, henry, brother.
Mother and Leicester add not oil to fire. Wrath's kindled with a word, and cannot hear The number less persuasions you infort, O but my son thy father favours him. Richard that vile abortive changeling brat, And Faukenbridge, are fallen at Henry's feet. They woo for him, but entreat my son Gloster may die for this that he hath done, If Gloster live thou wilt be overthrown, If Gloster live thy mother dies in moan, If Gloster live Leyster will fly the realm, If Gloster live thy kingdom's but a dream, Have I not sworn by that eternal arm That puts just vengeance sword in monarch's hands, Gloster shall die for his presumption? What needs more conjuration gracious Mother? And honourable Leyster mark my words. I have a Beadrole of some threescore Lords, Of Gloster's faction, Nay of Henry's faction. Of thy false father's faction, speak the truth, He is the head of factions; were he down: Peace, plenty, glory will empale thy crown. I there's the But; whose hart-white if we hit, The game is ours. Well we may rage's and rove, At Gloster, Lancaster, Chester, Faukenbridge, But he is the upshot. Yet begin with Gloster. The destinies run to the book of Fates, And read in never-changing Characters Robert of Gloster's end he dies to day, So fate, so heaven, so doth King Henry say. Emperially resolved. The old King comes, Then comes Luxurious lust, The King of Concubines, the King that scorns The undefiled, chaste and numptiall bed, The King that hath his Queen Imprisoned. For my sake scorn him, son call him not father, Give him the style of a competitor, Pride seize upon my heart, wrath fill mine eyes, Sat lawful majesty upon my front Duty fly from me, pity be exiled, Senses forget that I am Henry's child, I kiss thee, and I bless thee, for this thought. O Lancaster bid Henry yield some reason Why he desires so much the death of Gloster, I hear thee Henry, and I thus reply. I do desire the death of Bastard Gloster. For that he spends the Treasure of the Crown. I do desire the death of bastard Gloster, For that he doth desire to pull me down. Or were this false (I purpose to be plain) He loves thee, and for that I him disdain. Therein thou showest a hate corrupted mind, To him the more unjust, to me unkind, He loves you as his father loved his mother. Fie, fie upon thee hateful Elinor. I thought thou hadst been long since scarlet dyde, She is and therefore cannot change her colour. You are to strict, Earl Gloster's fault Merits not death, By th'rood the Prince says true. Hear is a statute from the Confessor, The Confessor was but a simple fool. Away with books my word shall be a law, England her breath shall from this bosom draw, Gloster shall die, Let Gloster die the death. Leyster he shall not, he shall have law, despite of him and thee.
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Mother and yceſter adde not oyle to fire. Wrath's kindled with a word, and cannot heare The number leſſe perſwaſions you infort, O but my ſonne thy father fauours him. Richard that vile abortiue changling brat, And Faukenbridge, are fallen at Henries feete. They wooe for him, but intreat my ſonne Gloſter may dye for this that he hath done, If Gloſter liue thou wilt be ouerthrowne, If Gloſter liue thy mother dies in moane, If Gloſter liue Leyſter will flie the realme, If Gloſter liue thy kingdome's but a dreame, Haue I not ſworne by that eternall arme That puts iuſt vengance ſword in Monarcks hands, Gloſter ſhall die for his preſumption? What needs more coniuration gratious Mother? And honorable Leyſter marke my words. I haue a Bedrole of ſome threeſcore Lords, Of Gloſters faction, Nay of Henries faction. Of thy falſe fathers faction, ſpeake the truth, He is the head of factions; were he downe: Peace, plenty, glory will impale thy crowne. I ther's the But; whoſe hart-white if we hit, The game is our's. Well we may rage and roue, At Gloſter, Lancaſter, Cheſter, Faukenbridge, But he is the vpſhot. Yet begin with Gloſter. The deſtenies run to the booke of Fates, And read in neuer-changing Characters Robert of Gloſters end he dies to day, So fate, ſo heauen, ſo doth King Henry ſay. Emperially reſoul'd. The olde King comes, Then comes Luxurious luſt, The King of Concubines, the King that ſcornes The vndefiled, chaſt and numptiall bed, The King that hath his Queene Impriſoned. For my ſake ſcorne him, ſonne call him not father, Giue him the ſtile of a competitor, Pride ſeaze vppon my heart, wrath fill myne eyes, Sit lawfull maieſtie vppon my front Dutie flie from me, pitty bee exild, Sences forget that I am Henries child, I kiſſe thee, and I bleſſe thee, for this thought. O Lancaſter bid Henry yeeld ſome reaſon Why he deſires ſo much the death of Gloſter, I heare thee Henry, and I thus reply. I doe deſire the death of Baſterd Gloſter. For that he ſpends the Treaſure of the Crowne. I doe deſire the death of baſterd Gloſter, For that he doth deſire to pull me downe. Or were this falſe (I purpoſe to be plaine) He loues thee, and for that I him diſdaine. Therin thou ſheweſt a hate corrupted mynde, To him the more vniuſt, to me vnkynd, He loues you as his father lou'd his mother. Fie, fie vpon thee hatefull Elinor. I thought thou hadſt been long ſince ſcarlet dyde, She is and therfore cannot change her colour. You are to ſtrickt, Earle Gloſters fault Merrits not death, By th'rood the Prince ſaies true. Heere is a ſtatute from the Confeſſor, The Confeſſor was but a ſimple foole. Away with bookes my word ſhall be a lawe, England her breath ſhall from this boſome drawe, Gloſter ſhall die, Let Gloſter dye the death. Leyſter he ſhall not, he ſhall haue lawe, diſpight of him and thee.