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 0.82 · 507 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T29: gloster, faukenbridge, skinke, hermit, richard, prince, iohn, porter, henry, brother.
Then shall you go no further, It is the cowish cur of his spirit That dares not undertake, he'll not feel wrongs Which tie him to an answer, our wishes on the way May prove effects, back Edgar to my brother, Hasten his musters, and conduct his powers I must change arms at home, and give the distaff Into my husband's hands, this trusty servant Shall pass between us, ere long you are like to hear If you dare venture in your own behalf A mistress' coward, wear this spare speech, Decline your head: this kiss if it durst speak Would stretch thy spirits up into the air, Conceive and far you well. Yours in the ranks of death. My most dear Gloster, to thee woman's services are due My foot usurps my body. Madam here comes my Lord. I have been worth the whistle. O Gonoril, you are not worth the dust which the rude wind Blows in your face, I fear your disposition That nature which contemns it origin Cannot be bordered certain in itself, She that herself will sliver and disbranch From her material sap, perforce must whither, And come to deadly use. No more, the text is foolish. Wisdom and goodness, to the vild seem vild, Filths savour but themselves, what have you done? Tigers, not daughters, what have you performed? A father, and a gracious aged man Whose reverence even the head-lugd bear would lick. Most barbarous, most degenerate have you madded, Can my good brother suffer you to do it? A man, a Prince, by him so beniflicted, If that the heavens do not their visible spirits Send quickly down to tame the vild offences, it will come Humanly must perforce pray on itself like monsters of the deep. Milk livered man That bearest a cheek for blocs, a head for wrongs, Who hast not in thy brows an eye deserving thine honour, From thy suffering, that not knowst fools, do those villains pity Who are punished ere they have done their mischief, where's thy drum? France spreads his banners in our noystles land, With plumed helm, thy slayer begin threats Whil's thou a moral fool sits still and cries Alack why does he so? See thyself devil, proper deformity seems not in the fiend, so horrid as in woman. O vain fool! Thou changed, and selfe-coverd thing for shame Bemonster not thy feature, were't my fitness To let these hands obey my blood, They are apt enough to dislecate and tear Thy flesh and bones, how ere thou art a fiend, A woman's shape doth shield thee. Marry your manhood now— What news. O my good Lord the Duke of Cornwall's dead, slain by his servant, going to put out the other eye of Gloster. Gloster's eyes? A servant that he bred, thralled with remorse, Opposed against the act, bending his sword To his great master, who thereat enraged Flew on him, and amongst them, field him dead, But not without that harmful stroke, which since Hath plucked him after.
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Then shall you goe no further, It is the cowish curre of his spirit That dares not vndertake, hele not feele wrongs Which tie him to an answere, our wishes on the way May proue effects, backe Edgar to my brother, Hasten his musters, and conduct his powers I must change armes at home, and giue the distaffe Into my husbands hands, this trusty seruant Shall passe betweene vs, ere long you are like to heare If you dare venture in your owne behalfe A mistresses coward, weare this spare speech, Decline your head: this kisse if it durst speake Would stretch thy spirits vp into the ayre, Conceaue and far you well. Yours in the ranks of death. My most deere Gloster, to thee womans seruices are dew My foote vsurps my body. Madam here comes my Lord. I haue beene worth the whistle. O Gonoril, you are not worth the dust which the rude wind Blowes in your face, I feare your disposition That nature which contemnes it origin Cannot be bordered certaine in it selfe, She that her selfe will sliuer and disbranch From her materiall sap, perforce must wither, And come to deadly vse. No more, the text is foolish. Wisedome and goodnes, to the vild seeme vild, Filths sauor but themselues, what haue you done? Tigers, not daughters, what haue you perform'd? A father, and a gracious aged man Whose reuerence euen the head-lugd beare would lick. Most barbarous, most degenerate haue you madded, Could my good brother suffer you to doe it? A man, a Prince, by him so beniflicted, If that the heauens doe not their visible spirits Send quickly downe to tame the vild offences, it will come Humanly must perforce pray on it selfe like monsters of the deepe. Milke liuerd man That bearest a cheeke for blocs, a head for wrongs, Who hast not in thy browes an eye deseruing thine honour, From thy suffering, that not know'st fools, do those vilains pitty Who are punisht ere they haue done their mischiefe, Wher's thy drum? France spreds his banners in our noystles land, With plumed helme, thy slayer begin threats Whil's thou a morall foole sits still and cries Alack why does he so? See thy selfe deuill, proper deformity seemes not in the fiend, so horid as in woman. O vaine foole! Thou changed, and selfe-couerd thing for shame Be-monster not thy feature, wer't my fitnes To let these hands obay my bloud, They are apt enough to dislecate and teare Thy flesh and bones, how ere thou art a fiend, A womans shape doth shield thee. Marry your manhood now— What newes. O my good Lord the Duke of Cornwals dead, slaine by his seruant, going to put out the other eye of Gloster. Glosters eyes? A seruant that he bred, thrald with remorse, Oppos'd against the act, bending his sword To his great maister, who thereat inraged Flew on him, and amongst them, feld him dead, But not without that harmefull stroke, which since Hath pluckt him after.