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 · 514 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.
The little dogs, and all; Trey, Blanch, and Sweetheart: see, they bark at me. Tom, will throw his head at them: Avaunt you Curs, be thy mouth or black or white: Tooth that poisons if it bite: Mastiff, Greyhound, Mongrill, Grim, Hound or Spaniel, Brach, or Him: Or Bobtaile tied, or Troudle tail, Tom will make him weep and wail, For with throwing thus my head; Dogs leapt the hatch, and all are fled. Do, de, de, de: seize: Come, march to Wakes and Fairs, And Market Towns: poor Tom thy horn is dry, Then let them Anatomize Regan: See what breeds about her heart. Is there any cause in Nature that make these hard-hearts. You sir, I entertain for one of my hundred; only, I do not like the fashion of your garments. You will say they are Persian; but let them be changed. Now good my Lord, lie here, and rest awhile. Make no noise, make no noise, draw the Curtains: so, so, we'll go to Supper i' th' morning. And I'll go to bed at noon. Come hither Friend: Where is the King my Master? Here Sir, but trouble him not, his wits are gone. Good friend, I prithee take him in thy arms; I have o'erheard a plot of death upon him: There is a Litter ready, lay him in't, And drive toward Dover friend, where thou shalt meet Both welcome, and protection. Take up thy Master, If thou shouldst dally half an hour, his life With thine, and all that offer to defend him, Stand in assured loss. Take up, take up, And follow me, that will to some provision Give thee quick conduct. Come, come, away. Post speedily to my Lord your husband, show him this Letter, the Army of France is landed: seek out the Traitor Glouster. Hang him instantly. Pluck out his eyes. Leave him to my displeasure. Edmond, keep you our Sister company: the revenges we are bound to take upon your Traitorous Father, are not fit for your beholding. Advice the Duke where you are going, to a most festiuate preparation: we are bound to the like. Our Posts shall be swift, and intelligent betwixt us. Farewell dear Sister, farewell my Lord of Glouster. How now? Where's the King? My Lord of Glouster hath conveyed him hence Some five or six and thirty of his Knights Hot Questrists after him, met him at gate, Who, with some other of the Lords, dependants, Are gone with him toward Dover; where they boast To have well armed Friends. Get horses for your Mistress. Farewell sweet Lord, and Sister. Edmund farewell: go seek the Traitor Gloster, Opinion him like a Thief, bring him before us: Though well we may not pass upon his life Without the form of justice: yet our power Shall do a curtsy to our wrath, which men May blame, but not control. Who's there? the Traitor? Ingrateful Fox, 'tis he. Bind fast his corky arms. What means your Graces? Good my Friends consider you are my Guests: Do me no foul play, Friend's.
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Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
The little dogges, and all; Trey, Blanch, and Sweet-heart: ſee, they barke at me. Tom, will throw his head at them: Auaunt you Curres, be thy mouth or blacke or white: Tooth that poyſons if it bite: Maſtiffe, Grey-hound, Mongrill, Grim, Hound or Spaniell, Brache, or Hym: Or Bobtaile tight, or Troudle taile, Tom will make him weepe and waile, For with throwing thus my head; Dogs leapt the hatch, and all are fled. Do, de, de, de: ſeſe: Come, march to Wakes and Fayres, And Market Townes: poore Tom thy horne is dry, Then let them Anatomize Regan: See what breeds about her heart. Is there any cauſe in Nature that make theſe hard-hearts. You ſir, I entertaine for one of my hundred; only, I do not like the faſhion of your garments. You will ſay they are Perſian; but let them bee chang'd. Now good my Lord, lye heere, and reſt awhile. Make no noiſe, make no noiſe, draw the Curtaines: ſo, ſo, wee'l go to Supper i' th' morning. And Ile go to bed at noone. Come hither Friend: Where is the King my Maſter? Here Sir, but trouble him not, his wits are gon. Good friend, I prythee take him in thy armes; I haue ore-heard a plot of death vpon him: There is a Litter ready, lay him in't, And driue toward Douer friend, where thou ſhalt meete Both welcome, and protection. Take vp thy Maſter, If thou ſhould'ſt dally halfe an houre, his life With thine, and all that offer to defend him, Stand in aſſured loſſe. Take vp, take vp, And follow me, that will to ſome prouiſion Giue thee quicke conduct. Come, come, away. Poſte ſpeedily to my Lord your husband, ſhew him this Letter, the Army of France is landed: ſeeke out the Traitor Glouſter. Hang him inſtantly. Plucke out his eyes. Leaue him to my diſpleaſure. Edmond, keepe you our Siſter company: the reuenges wee are bound to take vppon your Traitorous Father, are not fit for your beholding. Aduice the Duke where you are going, to a moſt feſtiuate preparation: we are bound to the like. Our Poſtes ſhall be ſwift, and intelligent betwixt vs. Farewell deere Siſter, farewell my Lord of Glouſter. How now? Where's the King? My Lord of Glouſter hath conuey'd him hence Some fiue or ſix and thirty of his Knights Hot Queſtriſts after him, met him at gate, Who, with ſome other of the Lords, dependants, Are gone with him toward Douer; where they boaſt To haue well armed Friends. Get horſes for your Miſtris. Farewell ſweet Lord, and Siſter. Edmund farewell: go ſeek the Traitor Gloſter, Pinnion him like a Theefe, bring him before vs: Though well we may not paſſe vpon his life Without the forme of Iuſtice: yet our power Shall do a curt'ſie to our wrath, which men May blame, but not comptroll. Who's there? the Traitor? Ingratefull Fox, 'tis he. Binde faſt his corky armes. What meanes your Graces? Good my Friends conſider you are my Gheſts: Do me no foule play, Friends.