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 0.86 · 503 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T29: gloster, faukenbridge, skinke, hermit, richard, prince, iohn, porter, henry, brother.
In wisdom I sholud ask thy name, But since thy outside looks so fair and warlike, And that thy being some say of breeding breaths, By right of knighthood, I disdain and spurn Hear do I toss those treasons to thy head. With the hell hatedly, oreturnd thy heart, Which for they yet glance by and scarcely bruise, This sword of mine shall give them instant way Where they shall rest for ever, trumpets speak. Save him, save him, This is mere practice Gloster by the law of arms Thou art not bound to answer an unknown opposite, Thou art not vanquished, but cozened and beguiled, Stop your mouth dame, or with this paper shall I stople it, thou worse than any thing, read thine own evil, nay no tearing Lady, I perceive you know't. Say if I do, the laws are mine not thine, who shall arraine me for't. Most monstrous knowst thou this paper? Ask me not what I know. Go after her, she's desperate, govern her. What you have charged me with, that have I done And more, much more, the time will bring it out. 'tis past, and so am I, but what art thou That hast this fortune on me? if thou be'st noble I do forgive thee. Let's exchange charity, I am no less in blood than thou art Edmund, If more, the more thou hast wronged me. My name is Edgar, and thy father's son, The Gods are just, and of our pleasant virtues. Make instruments to scourge us the dark and vicious Place where thee he got, cost him his eyes. Thou hast spoken truth, the wheel is come full circled I am here. Me thought thy very gate did prophecy, A royal nobleness I must embrace thee. Let sorrow split my heart if I did ever hate thee or thy father. Worthy Prince I know't. Where have you hid yourself? How have you known the miseries of your father? By nursing them my Lord, List a brief tale, and when 'tis told O that my heart would burst the bloody proclamation To escape that followed me so near, O our lives sweetness, that with the pain of death, Would hourly die, rather than die at once. Taught me to shift into a madman's rags To assume a semblance that very dogs disdained And in this habit met I my father with his bleeding rings, The precious stones new lost became his guide, Led him, begged for him, saved him from despair, Never (O Father) revealed myself unto him. Until some half hour past, when I was armed, Not sure, though hoping of this good success, I asked his blessing, and from first to last, Told him my pilgrimage, but his flawd heart, Alack too weak, the conflict to support, Twixt two extremes of passion, joy and grief, Burst smillingly. This speech of yours hath moved me, And shall perchance do good, but speak you on, You look as you had something more to say,
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In wisdome I sholud aske thy name, But since thy outside lookes so faire and warlike, And that thy being some say of breeding breathes, By right of knighthood, I disdaine and spurne Heere do I tosse those treasons to thy head. With the hell hatedly, oreturnd thy heart, Which for they yet glance by and scarcely bruse, This sword of mine shall giue them instant way Where they shall rest for euer, trumpets speake. Saue him, saue him, This is meere practise Gloster by the law of armes Thou art not bound to answere an vnknowne opposite, Thou art not vanquisht, but cousned and beguild, Stop your mouth dame, or with this paper shall I stople it, thou worse then any thing, reade thine owne euill, nay no tearing Lady, I perceiue you know't. Say if I do, the lawes are mine not thine, who shal arraine me for't. Most monstrous know'st thou this paper? Aske me not what I know. Go after her, shee's desperate, gouerne her. What you haue chargd me with, that haue I don And more, much more, the time will bring it out. Tis past, and so am I, but what art thou That hast this fortune on me? if thou bee'st noble I do forgiue thee. Let's exchange charity, I am no lesse in bloud then thou art Edmund, If more, the more thou hast wrongd me. My name is Edgar, and thy fathers sonne, The Gods are iust, and of our pleasant vertues. Make instruments to scourge vs the darke and vitious Place where thee he gotte, cost him his eies. Thou hast spoken truth, the wheele is come full circled I am heere. Me thought thy very gate did prophecie, A royall noblenesse I must embrace thee. Let sorow split my heart if I did euer hate thee or thy father. Worthy Prince I know't. Where haue you hid your selfe? How haue you knowne the miseries of your father? By nursing them my Lord, List a briefe tale, and when tis told O that my heart would burst the bloudy proclamation To escape that followed me so neere, O our liues sweetnes, that with the paine of death, Would hourly die, rather then die at once. Taught me to shift into a mad-mans rags To assume a semblance that very dogges disdain'd And in this habit met I my father with his bleeding rings, The precious stones new lost became his guide, Led him, beg'd for him, sau'd him from dispaire, Neuer (O Father) reueald my selfe vnto him. Vntill some halfe houre past, when I was armed, Not sure, though hoping of this good successe, I askt his blessing, and from first to last, Told him my pilgrimage, but his flawd heart, Alacke too weake, the conflict to support, Twixt two extreames of passion, ioy and griefe, Burst smillingly. This speech of yours hath moued me, And shall perchance do good, but speake you on, You looke as you had something more to say,