Shakespeare, William · published 1608 · first performed or written 1605 [1605-1606] (Annals) tragedy · King's Men · before the Court T29 Disguise and pursuit in Look About You typicality 0.85 · 515 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T29: gloster, faukenbridge, skinke, hermit, richard, prince, iohn, porter, henry, brother.
Leave him to my displeasure, Edmund keep you our sister company. The revenge we are bound to take upon your traitorous father, Are not fit for your beholding, advise the Duke where you are going To a most festuant preparation we are bound to the like, Our post shall be swift and intelligence betwixt us, Farewell dear sister, farewell my Lord of Gloster, How now where's the King? My Lord of Gloster hath conveyed him hence, Some five or six and thirty of his Knights hot questrits after him, met him at gate, who with some other of the Lords dependents are gone with him towards Dover, where they boast to have well armed friends. Get horses for your mistress. Farewell sweet Lord and sister. Edmund farewell, go seek the traitor Gloster. Pinion him like a thief, bring him before us, Though we may not pass upon his life Without the form of justice, yet our power Shall do a courtesy to our wrath, which men may blame But not control, whose there, the traitor? Ingrateful Fox 'tis he. Bind fast his corky arms. What means your Graces, good my friends consider, You are my gests, do me no foul play friends. Bind him I say, Hard hard, O filthy traitor! Unmerciful Lady as you are, I am true. To this chair bind him, villain thou shalt find— By the kind Gods 'tis most ignobly done, to pluck me by the beard. So white and such a Traitor. Naughty Lady, these hairs which thou dost ravish from my chin Will quicken and accuse thee, I am your host. With robbers hands, my hospitable favours You should not ruffell thus, what will you do. Come sir, what letters had you late from France? Be simple answerer, for we know the truth. And what confederacy have you with the traitors late sooted in the kingdom? To whose hands you have sent the lunatic King speak? I have a letter gessingly set down Which came from one, that's of a neutral heart, And not from one opposed. Cunning. And false. Where hast thou sent the King? To Dover. Wherefore to Dover? wast thou not charged at peril— Wherefore to Dover? let him first answer that. I am tied tot'h stake, and I must stand the course. Wherefore to Dover sir? Because I would not see thy cruel nails Pluck out his poor old eyes, nor thy fierce sister In his aurynted flesh rash boorish fangs, The Sea with such a storm of his loved head In hell black night endured, would have laid up And quenched the steeled fires, yet poor old heart, He holpt the heavens to rage, If wolves had at thy gate heard that dearne time Thou shouldst have said, good Porter turn the key, All cruels else subscribed but I shall see The winged vengeance overtake such children. Seeet shalt thou never, fellows hold the chair, Upon those eyes of thine, I'll set my foot. He that will think to live till he be old Give me some help, O cruel, O ye Gods!
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Leaue him to my displeasure, Edmūd keep you our sister company. The reuenge we are bound to take vpon your trayterous father, Are not fit for your beholding, aduise the Duke where you are going To a most festuant preparatiō we are bound to the like, Our post shall be swift and intelligence betwixt vs, Farewell deere sister, farewell my Lord of Gloster, How now whers the King? My Lord of Gloster hath conueyd him hence, Some fiue or sixe and thirtie of his Knights hot questrits after him, met him at gate, who with some other of the Lords dependants are gone with him towards Douer, where they boast to haue well armed friends. Get horses for your mistris. Farewell sweet Lord and sister. Edmund farewell, goe seeke the traytor Gloster. Pinion him like a theefe, bring him before vs, Though we may not passe vpon his life Without the forme of Iustice, yet our power Shall doe a curtesie to our wrath, which men may blame But not controule, whose there, the traytor? Ingratfull Fox tis hee. Bind fast his corkie armes. What meanes your Graces, good my friends consider, You are my gests, doe me no foule play friends. Bind him I say, Hard hard, O filthie traytor! Vnmercifull Lady as you are, I am true. To this chaire bind him, villaine thou shalt find— By the kind Gods tis most ignobly done, to pluck me by the beard. So white and such a Traytor. Naughty Ladie, these haires which thou dost rauish from my chin Will quicken and accuse thee, I am your host. With robbers hands, my hospitable fauours You should not ruffell thus, what will you doe. Come sir, what letters had you late from France? Be simple answerer, for we know the truth. And what confederacy haue you with the tratours late sooted in the kingdome? To whose hands you haue sent the lunatick King speake? I haue a letter gessingly set downe Which came from one, that's of a neutrall heart, And not from one oppos'd. Cunning. And false. Where hast thou sent the King? To Douer. Wherefore to Douer? wast thou not charg'd at perill— Wherefore to Douer? let him first answere that. I am tide tot'h stake, and I must stand the course. Wherefore to Douer sir? Because I would not see thy cruell nayles Pluck out his poore old eyes, nor thy fierce sister In his aurynted flesh rash borish phangs, The Sea with such a storme of his lou'd head In hell blacke night indur'd, would haue layd vp And quencht the steeled fires, yet poore old heart, Hee holpt the heauens to rage, If wolues had at thy gate heard that dearne time Thou shouldst haue said, good Porter turne the key, All cruels else subscrib'd but I shall see The winged vengeance ouertake such children. Seet shalt thou neuer, fellowes hold the chaire, Vpon those eyes of thine, Ile set my foote. He that will thinke to liue till he be old Giue me some helpe, O cruell, O ye Gods!