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 0.75 · 503 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T29: gloster, faukenbridge, skinke, hermit, richard, prince, iohn, porter, henry, brother.
What law, will you be Traitors? what's the law? His right hands loss, and that is such a loss, As England may lament, all Christians weep. That hand hath been advanced against the Moors, Driven out the Saracens from Gads and Cicile, Fought fifteen Battles under Christ's red cross, And is it not (think you) a grievous loss, That for a slave (and for no other harm) It should be sundered from his Princely Arm? More for example Noble Lancaster, but 'tis great pity, To to great a pity. I'll have his hand & head. Thou shalt have mine them. Well said stubborn Dick, Iack would not serve me so, Were the boy here: Both Iohn and I have served your will too long; Mother repent your cruelty and wrong: Gloster you know is full of mirth and glee, And never else did your grace injury. Gloster shall die. Fetch him here I'll see him dead. He that stirs for him shall lay down his head. O quiet good my Lords, patience I pray, I think he comes unsent for by my faith. What meanest thou Gloster? Who brought Gloster hither? Let Gloster hang and them that There lies his case, a mischief on his carcase. My dear son Jack? Your dear son Iack an apes, your monkey, your baboon, your ass, your gull. What ails Earl Iohn? Hence further from my sight, My fiery thoughts and wrath have work in hand; Le curse ye blacker than the Levarnian Lake, If you stand wondering at my sorrow thus; I am with child, big, hugely swollen with rage, Who'll play the Midwife, and my throbs assuage? I will my Son. I will high hearted brother. You will, and you, tut, tut all you are nothing, 'twill out, 'twill out, myself my self can ease: You chafe, you swell, ye are commanding King, My father is your footstool when he please, Your word's a law, these Lords dare never speak, Gloster must die, your enemies must fall. What means our brother? He means that thou art mad she frantic, Leyster foolish I the babe, these grind us, bite us, vex us, charge, And discharge, Gloster, O Gloster! Where is Gloster son? Where is Glo. brother? I hope he be escaped. O I could tear my hair, & falling thus upon the Solide earth, dig into Gloster's grave, so he were dead And gone into the depth of under worlds. Or get seditious hundredth thousand hands, And like Briareus, battle with the Stars, To pull him down from heaven if he were there, Look to Earl Iohn the Gentleman is mad. O who would not be mad at this disgrace? Gloster the fox is fled, there lies his case, He cozened me of mine, the porter helped him, The porter shall be hanged let's part and seek him, Gloster shall die all Europe shall not save him. He is wise, too wise for us, yet I'll go with you, To get more fools into my company.
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What law, will you be Traitors? whats the lawe? His right handes loſſe, and that is ſuch a loſſe, As England may lament, all Chriſtians weepe. That hand hath bin aduanſt againſt the Moores, Driuen out the Saraſins from Gads and Cicile, Fought fifteene Battels vnder Chriſts red croſſe, And is it not (thinke you) a greeuious loſſe, That for a ſlaue (and for no other harme) It ſhould be ſundred from his Princely Arme? More for example Noble Lancaſter, but tis great pitty, To to great a pittie. Ile haue his hand & head. Thou ſhalt haue mine thē. Wel ſayd ſtubberne Dicke, Iack wold not ſerue me ſo, Were the boy heere: Both Iohn and I haue ſeru'd your will too long; Mother repent your cruelty and wrong: Gloſter you know is ful of mirth and glee, And neuer elſe did your grace iniury. Gloſter ſhal dye. Fetch him heere Ile ſee him dead. He that ſturs for him ſhall lay downe his head. O quiet good my Lords, patience I pray, I thinke he comes vnſent for by my fay. What meanſt thou Gloſter? Who brought Gloſter hyther? Let Gloſter hang and them that There lyes his caſe, a miſchiefe on his carkaſſe. My deare ſonne Jacke? Your deere ſon Iack an apes, your mōkey, your babone, your aſſe, your gull. What ayles Earle Iohn? Hence further frō my ſight, My fiery thoughts and wrath haue worke in hand; Le curſe ye blacker then the Leuarnian Lake, If you ſtand wondring at my ſorrow thus; I am with childe, big, hugely ſwolne with rage, Who'll play the Midwife, and my throbs aſwage? I will my Sonne. I will high harted brother. You will, and you, tut, tut all you are nothing, Twill out, twill out, my ſelfe my ſelfe can eaſe: You chafe, you ſwell, ye are commaunding King, My father is your footeſtoole when he pleaſe, Your word's a law, theſe Lordes dare neuer ſpeake, Gloſter muſt dye, your enemies muſt fall. What meanes our brother? He meanes that thou art mad ſhe franticke, Leyſter fooliſh I the babe, theſe grinde vs, bite vs, vexe vs, charge, And diſcharge, Gloſter, O Gloſter! Where is Gloſter ſonne? Where is Glo. brother? I hope he be eſcaped. O I could teare my hayre, & falling thus vpon the Solide earth, dig into Gloſters graue, ſo he were dead And gone into the depth of vnder worlds. Or get ſeditiou hundreth thouſand hands, And like Briareus, battle with the Starres, To pull him downe from heauen if he were there, Looke to Earle Iohn the Gentleman is mad. O who would not be mad at this diſgrace? Gloſter the fox is fled, there lies his caſe, He couſned me of myne, the porter helpt him, The porter ſhall be hangd let's part and ſeeke him, Gloſter ſhall dye all Europe ſhall not ſaue him. He is wiſe, too wiſe for vs, yet Ile goe with you, To get more fooles into my company.