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 · 480 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T29: gloster, faukenbridge, skinke, hermit, richard, prince, iohn, porter, henry, brother.
If thou wilt weep my fortune take my eyes, I know thee well enough thy name is Gloster, thou must be patiented, we came crying hither, thou knowest the first time that we smell the air, we wayland cry I will preach to thee mark me. Alack alack the day. When we are borne, we cry that we are come to this great stage of fools, this a good block. It were a delicate stratagem to shoot a troop of horse with fell, & when I have stole upon these son in laws, then kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill. O here he is, lay hands upon him sirs, your most dear No rescue, what a prisoner, I am e'en the natural fool of Fortune, use me well you shall have ransom, let me have a churgion I am cut to the brains. You shall have any thing. No seconds, all myself, why this would make a man of salt to use his eyes for garden water-pots, I and laying Autums dust. I will die bravely like a bridegroom, what? I will be jovial, come, come, I am a King my masters, know you that. You are a royal one, and we obey you. Then there's life in't, nay and you get it you shall get it with running. A sight most pitiful in the meanest wretch, past speaking of in a king: thou hast one daughter who redeems nature from the general curse which twain hath brought her to. Hail gentle sir. Sir speed you, what's your will. Do you hear aught of a battle toward. Most sure and vulgar every one here's that That can distinguish sense. But by your favour how neers the other army. near and on speed for't the main descries, Standest on the hourly thoughts. I thank you sir that's all. Though that the Queen on special cause is here, Her army is moved on. I thank you sir. You ever gentle gods take my breath from me, Let not my worse spirit tempt me again, To die before you please. Well, pray you father. Now good sir what are you. A most poor man made lame by Fortune's blows, Who by the Art of known and feeling sorrows Am pregnant to good pity, give me your hand I'll lead you to some biding. Hartie thanks, the bornet and beniz of heaven to save thee. A proclaimed prize, most happy, that eyles head of thine was framed flesh to raise my fortunes, thou most unhappy traitor, briefly thyself remember, the sword is out that must destroy thee. Now let thy friendly hand put strength enough to't. Wherhfore bold peasant durst thou support a published traitor, hence lest the infection of his fortune take like hold on thee, let go his arm? Ihill not let go fir without cagion. Let go slave, or thou diest.
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If thou wilt weepe my fortune take my eyes, I knowe thee well inough thy name is Gloster, thou must be patient, we came crying hither, thou knowest the first time that we smell the aire, we wayland cry I will preach to thee marke me. Alack alack the day. VVhen we are borne, we crie that wee are come to this great stage of fooles, this a good blocke. It were a delicate stratagem to shoot a troupe of horse with fell, & when I haue stole vpon these sonne in lawes, then kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill. O here he is, lay hands vpon him sirs, your most deere No reskue, what a prisoner, I am eene the naturall foole of Fortune, vse me well you shall haue ransome, let mee haue a churgion I am cut to the braines. You shall haue any thing. No seconds, all my selfe, why this would make a man of salt to vse his eyes for garden waterpots, I and laying Autums dust. I will die brauely like a bridegroome, what? I will be Iouiall, come, come, I am a King my maisters, know you that. You are a royall one, and we obey you. Then theres life int, nay and you get it you shall get it with running. A sight most pitifull in the meanest wretch, past speaking of in a king: thou hast one daughter who redeemes nature from the generall curse which twaine hath brought her to. Haile gentle sir. Sir speed you, whats your will. Do you heare ought of a battell toward. Most sure and vulgar euery one here's that That can distinguish sence. But by your fauour how neers the other army. Neere and on speed fort the maine descryes, Standst on the howerly thoughts. I thanke you sir thats all. Though that the Queene on speciall cause is here, Hir army is moued on. I thanke you sir. You euer gentle gods take my breath from me, Let not my worser spirit tempt me againe, To dye before you please. Well, pray you father. Now good sir what are you. A most poore man made lame by Fortunes blowes, Who by the Art of knowne and feeling sorrowes Am pregnant to good pitty, giue me your hand Ile leade you to some biding. Hartie thankes, the bornet and beniz of heauen to saue thee. A proclamed prize, most happy, that eyles head of thine was framed flesh to rayse my fortunes, thou most vnhappy traytor, briefly thy selfe remember, the sword is out that must destroy thee. Now let thy friendly hand put strength enough to't. VVherefore bould pesant durst thou support a publisht traytor, hence least the infection of his fortune take like hold on thee, let goe his arme? Chill not let goe fir without cagion. Let goe slaue, or thou diest.