Yarington, Robert · published 1601 · first performed or written 1594 [1594-c.1598] (Annals) tragedy · Unknown T42 English historical figures: a mixed clus typicality 0.87 · 503 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T42: harry, percy, lord, king, god, falstalffe, frances, mowbray, life, mortimer.
I'll none of that, I do not like the last, I love thee dearer than I do my life, And all I did, was to advance thy state, To sun bright beams of shining happiness. Doubt not my life, for when I do appear Before the duke, I being not the man, He can inflict no punishment on me. Mas thou sayest true, a cannot punish thee, Thou wert no actor of their tragedy: But for my beard thou canst not counterfeit, And bring grey hairs upon thy downy chin, White frosts are never seen in summer's spring. I bought a beard this day at Padua, Such as our common actors use to wear: When youth would put on age's countenance, So like in shape, in colour, and in all, To that which grows upon your aged face, That were I dressed in your habiliments, yourself would scarcely know me from yourself. That's excellent, what shape hast thou devised, To be my vizard to delude the world. Why thus, i'll presently shave off your hair, And dress you in a lowly shepherds weed, Than you will seem to have the careful charge, Of some wealth bringing rich and fleecy flock, And so pass currant from suspicion. This care of thine my son doth testify, Nature in thee hath firm predominance, That neither loss of friend, nor vile reproach, Can shake thee with their strongest violence: In this disguise, i'll see the end of thee, That thou acquitted, then mayst succour me. I am assured to be exempt from woe. This plot will work my certain overthrow. I will bear hence thy mother, and my wife, Untimely murdered with true sorrows knife. Untimely murdered, happy was that grief, Which hath abridged whole numbers, numberless: Of heart surcharging deplorations. She shall have due and christian funeral, And rest in peace amongst her ancestors, As for our bodies, they shall be interred, In ravening maws, of Ravens, Puttocks, Crows, Of tatlin Magpies, and deaths harbingers, That willbe glutted with wind shaken limbs, Of blood delighting hateful murderers: And yet these many winged sepulchres, Shall turn to earth so I, and father shall, At last attain to earth by funeral, Well I will prosecute my policy, That wished death may end my miseries. Still in your dumps, good Harry yet at last, Utter your motive of this heaviness: Why go you not unto your masters house? What are you parted? if that be the cause, I will provide you of a better place. Who roves all day, at length may hit the mark, That is the cause, because I cannot stay, With him whose love, is dearer than my life. Why fell you out? why did you part so soon? We fell not out, but fear hath parted us. What did he fear your truth or honest life? No, no, your understanding is but dim, That far removed, cannot judge the fear, We both were fearful, and we both did part, Because indeed we both were timorous.
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Ile none of that, I do not like the last, I loue thee dearer then I doe my life, And all I did, was to aduance thy state, To sunne bright beames of shining happinesse. Doubte not my life, for when I doe appeare Before the duke, I being not the man, He can inflict no punishment on mee. Mas thou saiest true, a cannot punish thee, Thou wert no actor of their Tragaedie: But for my beard thou canst not counterfet, And bring gray haires vppon thy downy chinne, White frostes are neuer seene in summers spring. I bought a beard this day at Padua, Such as our common actors vse to weare: When youth would put on ages countenaunce, So like in shape, in colour, and in all, To that which growes vpon your aged face, That were I dressed in your abilimentes, Your selfe would scarcely know me from your selfe. That's excellent, what shape hast thou deuis'd, To be my vizard to delude the worlde. Why thus, ile presentlie shaue off your haire, And dresse you in a lowlie shepheardes weede, Then you will seeme to haue the carefull charge, Of some wealth bringing rich and fleecy floke, And so passe currant from suspition. This care of thine my sonne doth testifie, Nature in thee hath firme predominance, That neither losse of friend, nor vile reproch, Can shake thee with their strongest violence: In this disguise, ile see the end of thee, That thou acquited, then maist succour me. I am assur'd to be exempt from woe. This plot will worke my certaine ouerthrow. I will beare hence thy mother, and my wife, Vntimely murthered with true sorrowes knife. Vntimely murthered, happy was that griefe, Which hath abridg'd whole numbers, numberlesse: Of hart surcharging deplorations. She shall haue due and christian funerall, And rest in peace amongst her auncestors, As for our bodies, they shall be inter'd, In rauening mawes, of Rauens, Puttockes, Crowes, Of tatlin Magpies, and deathes harbingers, That wilbe glutted with winde shaken limmes, Of blood delighting hatefull murtherers: And yet these many winged sepulchers, Shall turne to earth so I, and father shall, At last ataine to earth by funerall, Well I will prosecute my pollicy, That wished death may end my miseries. Still in your dumpes, good Harry yet at last, Vtter your motiue of this heauinesse: Why go you not vnto your maisters house? What are you parted? if that be the cause, I will prouide you of a better place. Who roues all day, at length may hit the marke, That is the cause, because I cannot stay, With him whose loue, is dearer then my life. Why fell you out? why did you part so soone? We fell not out, but feare hath parted vs. What did he feare your truth or honest life? No, no, your vndestanding is but dimme, That farre remooued, cannot iudge the feare, We both were fearefull, and we both did part, Because indeed we both were timerous.