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 0.74 · 486 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T29: gloster, faukenbridge, skinke, hermit, richard, prince, iohn, porter, henry, brother.
This shows you are above your justices, That these our neither crimes so speedily can venge. But O poor Gloster lost he his other eye. Both, both my Lord, this letter Madam craves a speedy answer, 'tis from your sister. One way I like this well, But being widow and my Gloster with her, May all the building on my fancy pluck, Upon my hateful life, another way the news is not so took, I'll read and answer. Where was his son when they did take his eyes. Come with my Lady hither. He is not here. No my good Lord I met him back again. Knows he the wickedness. I my good Lord 'twas he informed against him, And quit the house on purpose that there punishment Might have the freer course. Gloster I live to thank thee for the love thou showedst the King, And to revenge thy eyes, come hither friend, Tell me what more thou knowest. Why the King of France is so suddenly gone back, know you no reason. Something he left imperfect in the state, which since his coming forth is thought of, which imports to the Kingdom, So much fear and danger that his personal return was most required and necessary. Who hath he left behind him, General. The Marshal of France monsieur la Far. Did your letters pierce the queen to any demonstration of grief. I say she took them, read them in my presence, And now and then an ample tear trilled down Her delicate cheek, it seemed she was a queen over her passion, Who most rebell-like, sought to be King o'er her. O than it moved her. Not to a rage, patience and sorrow stream, Who should express her goodliest you have seen, Sun shine and rain at once, her smiles and tears, Were like a better way those happy smilets, That played on her ripe lip seem not to know, What guests were in her eyes which parted thence, As pearls from diamonds dropped in brief, Sorrow would be a rarity most beloved, If all could so become it. Made she no verbal question. Faith once or twice she heaved the name of father, Pantingly forth as if it priest her heart, Cried sisters, sisters, shame of Lady's sisters: Kent, father, sisters, what i'th' storm i'th' night, Let pity not be beleeft there she shook, The holy water from her heavenly eyes, And clamour moistened her, than away she started, To deal with grief alone. It is the stars, the stars above us govern our conditions, Else one self mate and make could not beget, Such different issues, you spoke not with her since. No. Was this before the King returned. No, since. Well sir, the poor distressed Lear's i'th' town, Who some time in his better tune remembers, What we are come about, and by no means will yield to see his daughter.
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This shewes you are aboue your Iustices, That these our nether crimes so speedely can venge. But O poore Gloster lost he his other eye. Both, both my Lord, this letter Madam craues a speedy answer, Tis from your sister. One way I like this well, But being widow and my Gloster with her, May all the building on my fancie plucke, Vpon my hatefull life, another way the newes is not so tooke, Ile reade and answer. Where was his sonne when they did take his eyes. Come with my Lady hither. He is not here. No my good Lord I met him backe againe. Knowes he the wickednesse. I my good Lord twas he informd against him, And quit the house on purpose that there punishment Might haue the freer course. Gloster I liue to thanke thee for the loue thou shewedst the King, And to reuenge thy eyes, come hither friend, Tell me what more thou knowest. Why the King of Fraunce is so suddenly gone backe, know you no reason. Something he left imperfect in the state, which since his comming forth is thought of, which imports to the Kingdome, So much feare and danger that his personall returne was most required and necessarie. Who hath he left behind him, General. The Marshall of France Monsier la Far. Did your letters pierce the queene to any demonstratiō of griefe. I say she tooke them, read them in my presence, And now and then an ample teare trild downe Her delicate cheeke, it seemed she was a queene ouer her passion, Who most rebell-like, sought to be King ore her. O then it moued her. Not to a rage, patience and sorow streme, Who should expresse her goodliest you haue seene, Sun shine and raine at once, her smiles and teares, Were like a better way those happie smilets, That playd on her ripe lip seeme not to know, What guests were in her eyes which parted thence, As pearles from diamonds dropt in briefe, Sorow would be a raritie most beloued, If all could so become it. Made she no verball question. Faith once or twice she heau'd the name of father, Pantingly forth as if it prest her heart, Cried sisters, sisters, shame of Ladies sisters: Kent, father, sisters, what ith storme ith night, Let pitie not be beleeft there she shooke, The holy water from her heauenly eyes, And clamour moystened her, then away she started, To deale with griefe alone. It is the stars, the stars aboue vs gouerne our conditions, Else one selfe mate and make could not beget, Such different issues, you spoke not with her since. No. Was this before the King returnd. No, since. Well sir, the poore distressed Lear's ith towne, Who some time in his better tune remembers, What we are come about, and by no meanes will yeeld to see his daughter.