Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written 1605 [1605-1606] (Annals) tragedy · King's Men unassigned nearest T10 England and France: war, embassy and pea · 524 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T10: france, french, england, king, lord, english, edward, talbot, peace, lords.
Thou hast her France, let her be thine, for we Have no such Daughter, nor shall ever see That face of hers again, therefore be gone, Without our Grace, our Love, our Benison: Come Noble Burgundy. Bid farewell to your Sisters. The jewels of our Father, with washed eyes Cordelia leaves you, I know you what you are, And like a Sister am most loath to call Your faults as they are named. Love well our Father: To your professed bosoms I commit him, But yet alas, stood I within his Grace, I would prefer him to a better place, So farewell to you both. Prescribe not us our duty. Let your study Be to content your Lord, who hath received you At Fortune's alms, you have obedience scanted, And well are worth the want that you have wanted. Time shall unfold what plighted cunning hides, Who covers faults, at last with shame derides: Well may you prosper. Come my fair Cordelia. Sister, it is not little I have to say, Of what most nearly appertains to us both, I think our Father will hence to night. That's most certain, and with you: next month with us. You see how full of changes his age is, the observation we have made of it hath been little: he always loved our Sister most, and with what poor judgement he hath now cast her off, appears too grossly. 'Tis the infirmity of his age, yet he hath ever but slenderly known himself. The best and soundest of his time hath been but rash, then must we look from his age, to receive not alone the imperfections of long engrafted condition, but therewithal the unruly way wardness, that infirm and choleric years bring with them. Such unconstant starts are we like to have from him, as this of Kent's banishment. There is further compliment of leaue-taking between France and him, pray you let us sit together, it our Father carry authority with such disposition as he bears, this last surrender of his will but offend us. We shall further think of it. We must do something, and i' th' heat. Thou Nature art my Goddess, to thy Law My services are bound, wherefore should I Stand in the plague of custom, and permit The curiosity of Nations, to deprive me? For that I am some twelve, or fourteen Moonshines Lag of a Brother? Why Bastard? Wherefore base? When my Dimensions are as well compact, My mind as generous, and my shape as true As honest Madam's issue? Why brand they us With Base? With baseness Barstadie? Base, Base? Who in the lusty stealth of Nature, take More composition, and fierce quality, Then doth within a dull stolen tired bed Go to th' creating a whole tribe of Fops Got between a sleep, and wake? Well then, Legitimate Edgar, I must have your land, Our Father's love, is to the Bastard Edmond, As to th' legitimate: fine word: Legitimate. Well, my Legitimate, if this Letter speed, And my invention thrive, Edmond the base Shall to ' th' Legitimate: I grow, I prosper: Now Gods, stand up for Bastards.
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Thou haſt her France, let her be thine, for we Haue no ſuch Daughter, nor ſhall euer ſee That face of hers againe, therfore be gone, Without our Grace, our Loue, our Benizon: Come Noble Burgundie. Bid farwell to your Siſters. The Iewels of our Father, with waſh'd eies Cordelia leaues you, I know you what you are, And like a Siſter am moſt loth to call Your faults as they are named. Loue well our Father: To your profeſſed boſomes I commit him, But yet alas, ſtood I within his Grace, I would prefer him to a better place, So farewell to you both. Preſcribe not vs our dutie. Let your ſtudy Be to content your Lord, who hath receiu'd you At Fortunes almes, you haue obedience ſcanted, And well are worth the want that you haue wanted▪ Time ſhall vnfold what plighted cunning hides, Who couers faults, at laſt with ſhame derides: Well may you proſper. Come my faire Cordelia. Siſter, it is not little I haue to ſay, Of what moſt neerely appertaines to vs both, I thinke our Father will hence to night. That's moſt certaine, and with you: next moneth with vs. You ſee how full of changes his age is, the obſeruation we haue made of it hath beene little: he alwaies lou'd our Siſter moſt, and with what poore iudgement he hath now caſt her off, appeares too groſſely. 'Tis the infirmity of his age, yet he hath euer but ſlenderly knowne himſelfe. The beſt and ſoundeſt of his time hath bin but raſh, then muſt we looke from his age, to receiue not alone the imperfections of long ingrafted condition, but therewithall the vnruly way wardneſſe, that infirme and cholericke yeares bring with them. Such vnconſtant ſtarts are we like to haue from him, as this of Kents baniſhment. There is further complement of leaue-taking betweene France and him, pray you let vs ſit together, it our Father carry authority with ſuch diſpoſition as he beares, this laſt ſurrender of his will but offend vs. We ſhall further thinke of it. We muſt do ſomething, and i' th' heate. Thou Nature art my Goddeſſe, to thy Law My ſeruices are bound, wherefore ſhould I Stand in the plague of cuſtome, and permit The curioſity of Nations, to depriue me? For that I am ſome twelue, or fourteene Moonſhines Lag of a Brother? Why Baſtard? Wherefore baſe? When my Dimenſions are as well compact, My minde as generous, and my ſhape as true As honeſt Madams iſſue? Why brand they vs With Baſe? With baſenes Barſtadie? Baſe, Baſe? Who in the luſtie ſtealth of Nature, take More compoſition, and fierce qualitie, Then doth within a dull ſtale tyred bed Goe to th' creating a whole tribe of Fops Got 'tweene a ſleepe, and wake? Well then, Legitimate Edgar, I muſt haue your land, Our Fathers loue, is to the Baſtard Edmond, As to th' legitimate: fine word: Legitimate. Well, my Legittimate, if this Letter ſpeed, And my inuention thriue, Edmond the baſe Shall to' th' Legitimate: I grow, I proſper: Now Gods, ſtand vp for Baſtards.