Shakespeare, William · published 1608 · first performed or written 1605 [1605-1606] (Annals) tragedy · King's Men · before the Court unassigned nearest T29 Disguise and pursuit in Look About You · 506 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T29: gloster, faukenbridge, skinke, hermit, richard, prince, iohn, porter, henry, brother.
And here's another whose warped looks proclaim, What store her heart is made an, stop her there, Arms, arms, sword fire, corruption in the place, False justicer why hast thou leather scape. Bless thy five wits. O pity sir, where is the patience now, That you so oft have boasted to retain. My tears begin to take his part so much, they'll maire my counterfeiting. The little dogs and all Trey, Blanch, and Sweet heart, see they bark at me. Tom will throw his head at them, avant you curs, Be thy mouth, or black, or white, tooth that poisons if it bite, Mastiff, grey hound, mongrel, grim-hound or spaniel, brach or him, bobtail tike, or trundletaile, Tom will make them weep & wail, For with throwing thus my head, dogs leap the hatch and all are fled, loudla doodla come march to wakes, and fairs, and market towns, poor Tom thy horn is dry. Then let them anatomize Regan, see what breeds about her heart is there any cause in nature that makes this hardness, You sir, I entertain you for one of my hundred, Only I do not like the fashion of your garments you'll say, They are Persian attire, but let them be changed. Now good my Lord lie here awhile. Make no noise, make no noise, draw the curtains, so, so, so, we'll go to supper i'th' morning, so, so, so, Come hither friend, where is the King my master. Here sir, but trouble him not his wits are gone. Good friend I prithee take him in thy arms, I have o'er heard a plot of death upon him, There is a Litter ready lay him in't, & drive towards Dover friend, Where thou shalt meet both welcome & protection, take up thy master, If thou shouldst dally half an hour, his life with thine And all that offer to defend him stand in assured loss, Take up the King and follow me, that will to some provision Give thee quick conduct. Oppressed nature sleeps, This rest might yet have balmed thy broken sinews, Which if convenience will not allow stand in hard cure, Come help to bear thy master, thou must not stay behind. Come, come away. When we our betters see bearing our woes: we scarcely think, our miseries, our foes. Who alone suffers suffers, most i'th' mind, Leaving free things and happy shows behind, But then the mind much sufferance doth o'er scip, When grief hath mates, and bearing fellowship: How light and portable my pain seems now, When that which makes me bend, makes the King bow. He childed as I fathered, Tom away, Mark the high noises and thyself bewray, When false opinion whose wrong thoughts defile thee, In thy just proof repeals and reconciles thee, What will hap more to night, safe scape the King, Lurk, lurk. Post speedily to my Lord your husband show him this letter The army of France is landed, seek out the villain Gloster. Hang him instantly. Pluck out his eyes.
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And heres another whose warpt lookes proclaime, What store her hart is made an, stop her there, Armes, armes, sword fire, corruption in the place, False Iusticer why hast thou lether scape. Blesse thy fiue wits. O pity sir, where is the patience now, That you so oft haue boasted to retaine. My teares begin to take his part so much, Theile maire my counterfeiting. The little dogs and all Trey, Blanch, and Sweet hart, see they barke at me. Tom will throw his head at them, auant you curs, Be thy mouth, or blacke, or white, tooth that poysons if it bite, Mastife, gray hoūd, mungril, grim-hoūd or spaniel, brach or him, Bobtaile tike, or trūdletaile, Tom will make them weep & waile, For with throwing thus my head, dogs leape the hatch and all are fled, loudla doodla come march to wakes, and faires, and market townes, poore Tom thy horne is dry. Then let them anotomize Regan, see what breeds about her Hart is there any cause in nature that makes this hardnes, You sir, I entertaine you for one of my hundred, Only I do not like the fashion of your garments youle say, They are Persian attire, but let them be chang'd. Now good my Lord lie here awhile. Make no noise, make no noise, draw the curtains, so, so, so, Weele go to supper it'h morning, so, so, so, Come hither friend, where is the King my maister. Here sir, but trouble him not his wits are gon. Good friend I prithy take him in thy armes, I haue or'e heard a plot of death vpon him, Ther is a Litter ready lay him in't, & driue towards Douer frend, Where thou shalt meet both welcome & protection, take vp thy master, If thou should'st dally halfe an houre, his life with thine And all that offer to defend him stand in assured losse, Take vp the King and followe me, that will to some prouision Giue thee quicke conduct. Oppressed nature sleepes, This rest might yet haue balmed thy broken sinewes, Which if conuenience will not alow stand in hard cure, Come helpe to beare thy maister, thou must not stay behind. Come, come away. When we our betters see bearing our woes: we scarcely thinke, our miseries, our foes. Who alone suffers suffers, most it'h mind, Leauing free things and happy showes behind, But then the mind much sufferance doth or'e scip, When griefe hath mates, and bearing fellowship: How light and portable my paine seemes now, When that which makes me bend, makes the King bow. He childed as I fathered, Tom away, Marke the high noyses and thy selfe bewray, When false opinion whose wrong thoughts defile thee, In thy iust proofe repeals and reconciles thee, What will hap more to night, safe scape the King, Lurke, lurke. Post speedily to my Lord your husband shew him this letter The army of France is landed, seeke out the vilaine Gloster. Hang him instantly. Plucke out his eyes.