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 0.85 · 490 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T29: gloster, faukenbridge, skinke, hermit, richard, prince, iohn, porter, henry, brother.
Where is it sirrah, tell me where it is? I got it from him, and I got Iohns sword, I would 'ttwere to the hilts up in thy heart. O be more charitable brother Iohn. My Liege, you need not by particulars Examine what the world knows too plain, If you will pardon Skinke, his life is saved, If not, he is convicted by the Law. For Gloster: as you worthily resolved, First take his hand, and afterward his head. Skinke thou hast life, our pardon and our love. And your forgiveness for my robbery? Tut never trouble me with such a toy. Thou hind'rest me from hearing of my joy. Bring forth a block, wine, water and towel, Knives, and a Surgeon to bind up the veins, Of Gloster's arm: when his right hand is off, His hand that struck Skinke at the Parliament: I shall bear his blows to my grave my Lord. Son Henry see thy father's palzie hands, Joined like two suppliants, pressing to thy thrown? Look how the furrows of his aged cheek, Filled with the revolets of wet eyed moan, Begs mercy for Earl Gloster? weigh his gilt, Why for a slave, should Royal blood be spilled? You wrong mine honour: Skink may be revenged, Father I do commend your humble course. But quite dislike the project of your suit, Good words in an ill cause makes the fact worse, Of blood or Baseness, justice will dispute, The greater man the greater his transgression, Where strength wrongs weakness, it is mere oppression, O but King Henry hear a sister speak, Gloster was wronged, his lands were given away, They are not justly said. Just laws to break, That keep their own right, with what power they may, Think then thy Royal self began the wrong, In giving Skinke what did to him belong. Hear me Son Henry, while thou art a King, Give, take, prison, thy subjects are thy slaves, Life, need, thrones proud hearts in dungions fling. Grace men to day, to morrow give them graves. A King must be like Fortune; ever turning, The world his football, all her glory spurning. Still your old counsel Beldame policy, You're a fit Tutoress in a Monarchy. Mother you are unjust, savage, too cruel, Unlike a woman: gentleness guides their sex, But you to furies fire add more fuel, The vexed spirit, will you delight to vex? O God when I conceit what you have done, I am a shamed to be esteemed your son. Base Richard I disdain to call thee brother, Takest thou a traitors part in our disgrace? For Gloster, wilt thou wrong our sacred mother? I scorn thee and defy thee to thy face. O that we were in field, then shouldst thou try, How fast Earl Iohn would from Prince Richard fly Thou meet a Lion in field? poor mouse, All thy Careers are in a Brothel house. Zounds boy.
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Where is it ſirra, tell me where it is? I got it from him, and I got Iohns ſword, I would twere to the hilts vp in thy harte. O be more charitable brother Iohn. My Leidge, you need not by perticulars Examine what the world knows too plaine, If you will pardon Skinke, his life is ſau'd, If not, he is conuicted by the Law. For Gloſter: as you worthyly reſoul'd, Firſt take his hand, and afterward his head. Skinke thou haſt life, our pardon and our loue. And your forgiueneſſe for my robbery? Tut neuer trouble me with ſuch a toy. Thou hindreſt me from hearing of my ioye. Bring forth a blocke, wine, water and towell, Kniues, and a Surgion to binde vp the vaines, Of Gloſters arme: when his right hand is off, His hand that ſtrooke Skinke at the Parlament: I ſhall beare his blowes to my graue my Lord. Sonne Henry ſee thy fathers palzie hands, Ioyn'd like two ſupplyants, preſſing to thy throwne? Looke how the furrowes of his aged cheeke, Fild with the reuolets of wet eyde mone, Begs mercy for Earle Gloſter? weigh his gilt, Why for a ſlaue, ſhould Royall blood be ſpilt? You wrong myne honour: Skink may be reueng'd, Father I doe commend your humble courſe. But quite diſlike the proiect of your ſute, Good words in an ill cauſe makes the fact worſe, Of blood or Baſenes, Iuſtice will diſpute, The greater man the greater his tranſgreſſion, Where ſtrength wrongs weaknes, it is meare oppreſſion, O but King Henry heare a ſiſter ſpeake, Gloſter was wrong'd, his lands were giuen away, They are not Iuſtly ſaid. Iuſt lawes to break, That keep their owne right, with what power they may, Thinke then thy Royall ſelfe began the wrong, In giuing Skinke what did to him belong. Heare me Sonne Henry, while thou art a King, Giue, take, pryſon, thy ſubiects are thy ſlaues, Life, need, thrones proud hearts in dungions fling. Grace men to day, to morrowe giue them graues. A King muſt be like Fortune; euer turning, The world his football, all her glory ſpurning. Still your olde counſaile Beldam pollicie, You'r a fit Tutreſſe in a Monarchy. Mother you are vniuſt, ſauage, too cruell, Vnlike a woman: gentlenes guides their ſexe, But you to furyes fire ad more fewell, The vexed ſpirit, will you delight to vex? O God when I conſaite what you haue done, I am a ſham'd to be eſtem'd your ſonne. Baſe Richard I diſdaine to call thee brother, Takeſt thou a traytors part in our diſgrace? For Gloſter, wilt thou wrong our ſacred mother? I ſcorne thee and defie thee to thy face. O that we were in field, then ſhouldſt thou trie, How faſt Earle Iohn would from Prince Richard flye Thou meet a Lyon in feeld? poore mouſe, All thy Carreers are in a Brothell houſe. Zounds boy.