Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written 1605 [1605-1606] (Annals) tragedy · King's Men unassigned nearest T29 Disguise and pursuit in Look About You · 513 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T29: gloster, faukenbridge, skinke, hermit, richard, prince, iohn, porter, henry, brother.
Here take this purse, thou whom the heaven's plagues Have humbled to all strokes: that I am wretched Makes thee the happier: Heavens deal so still: Let the superfluous, and Lust-dieted man, That slaves your ordinance, that will not see Because he does not feel, feel your power quickly: So distribution should undo excess, And each man have enough. Dost thou know Dover? I Master. There is a Cliff, whose high and bending head Looks fearfully in the confined Deep: Bring me but to the very brim of it, And I'll repair the misery thou dost bear With something rich about me: from that place, I shall no leading need. Give me thy arm; Poor Tom shall lead thee. Welcome my Lord. I marvel our mild husband Not met us on the way. Now, where's your Master? Madam within, but never man so changed: I told him of the Army that was Landed: He smiled at it. I told him you were coming, His answer was, the worse. Of Gloucester's Treachery, And of the loyal Service of his Son When I informed him, than he called me Sot, And told me I had turned the wrong side out: What most he should dislike, seems pleasant to him; What like, offensive. Then shall you go no further. It is the Cowish terror of his spirit That dares not undertake: he'll not feel wrongs Which tie him to an answer: our wishes on the way May prove effects. Back Edmond to my Brother, Hasten his Musters, and conduct his powers. I must change names at home, and give the Distaff Into my Husband's hands. This trusty Servant Shall pass between us: ere long you are like to hear (If you dare venture in your own behalf) A Mistress' command. Wear this; spare speech, Decline your head. This kiss, if it durst speak Would stretch thy Spirits up into the air: Conceive, and far thee well. Yours in the ranks of death. My most dear Gloster. Oh, the difference of man, and man, To thee a Woman's services are due, My Fool usurps my body. Madam, here comes my Lord. I have been worth the whistle. Oh Gonerill, You are not worth the dust which the rude wind Blows in your face. Milke-liuered man, That bearest a cheek for blows, a head for wrongs, Who hast not in thy brows an eye-discerning Thine Honour, from thy suffering. See thyself devil: Proper deformity seems not in the Fiend So horrid as in woman. Oh vain Foole. Oh my good Lord, the Duke of Cornwall's dead, Slain by his Servant, going to put out The other eye of Glouster. Glousters eyes. A Servant that he bred, thrilled with remorse, Opposed against the act: bending his Sword To his great Master, who, threat-enraged Flew on him, and amongst them felled him dead, But not without that harmful stroke, which since Hath plucked him after. This shows you are above You justices, that these our neither crimes So speedily can venge. But (O poor Glouster) Lost he his other eye?
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Here take this purſe, yu whom the heau'ns plagues Haue humbled to all ſtrokes: that I am wretched Makes thee the happier: Heauens deale ſo ſtill: Let the ſuperfluous, and Luſt-dieted man, That ſlaues your ordinance, that will not ſee Becauſe he do's not feele, feele your powre quickly: So diſtribution ſhould vndoo exceſſe, And each man haue enough. Doſt thou know Douer? I Maſter. There is a Cliffe, whoſe high and bending head Lookes fearfully in the confined Deepe: Bring me but to the very brimme of it, And Ile repayre the miſery thou do'ſt beare With ſomething rich about me: from that place, I ſhall no leading neede. Giue me thy arme; Poore Tom ſhall leade thee. Welcome my Lord. I meruell our mild husband Not met vs on the way. Now, where's your Maſter? Madam within, but neuer man ſo chang'd: I told him of the Army that was Landed: He ſmil'd at it. I told him you were comming, His anſwer was, the worſe. Of Gloſters Treachery, And of the loyall Seruice of his Sonne When I inform'd him, then he call'd me Sot, And told me I had turn'd the wrong ſide out: What moſt he ſhould diſlike, ſeemes pleaſant to him; What like, offenſiue. Then ſhall you go no further. It is the Cowiſh terror of his ſpirit That dares not vndertake: Hee'l not feele wrongs Which tye him to an anſwer: our wiſhes on the way May proue effects. Backe Edmond to my Brother, Haſten his Muſters, and conduct his powres. I muſt change names at home, and giue the Diſtaffe Into my Husbands hands. This truſtie Seruant Shall paſſe betweene vs: ere long you are like to heare (If you dare venture in your owne behalfe) A Miſtreſſes command. Weare this; ſpare ſpeech, Decline your head. This kiſſe, if it durſt ſpeake Would ſtretch thy Spirits vp into the ayre: Conceiue, and fare thee well. Yours in the rankes of death. My moſt deere Gloſter. Oh, the difference of man, and man, To thee a Womans ſeruices are due, My Foole vſurpes my body. Madam, here come's my Lord. I haue beene worth the whiſtle. Oh Gonerill, You are not worth the duſt which the rude winde Blowes in your face. Milke-Liuer'd man, That bear'ſt a cheeke for blowes, a head for wrongs, Who haſt not in thy browes an eye-diſcerning Thine Honor, from thy ſuffering. See thy ſelfe diuell: Proper deformitie ſeemes not in the Fiend So horrid as in woman. Oh vaine Foole. Oh my good Lord, the Duke of Cornwals dead, Slaine by his Seruant, going to put out The other eye of Glouſter. Glouſters eyes. A Seruant that he bred, thrill'd with remorſe, Oppos'd againſt the act: bending his Sword To his great Maſter, who, threat-enrag'd Flew on him, and among'ſt them fell'd him dead, But not without that harmefull ſtroke, which ſince Hath pluckt him after. This ſhewes you are aboue You Iuſtices, that theſe our neather crimes So ſpeedily can venge. But (O poore Glouſter) Loſt he his other eye?