Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written 1605 [1605-1606] (Annals) tragedy · King's Men T29 Disguise and pursuit in Look About You typicality 0.84 · 477 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T29: gloster, faukenbridge, skinke, hermit, richard, prince, iohn, porter, henry, brother.
Which is that Adversary? What's he that speaks for Edmund Earl of Gloster? Himself, what sayst thou to him? Draw thy Sword, That if my speech offend a Noble heart, Thy arm may do thee justice, here is mine: Behold it is my privilege, The privilege of mine Honours, My oath, and my profession. I protest, Maugre thy strength, place, youth, and eminence, Despise thy victor-Sword, and fire new Fortune, Thy valour, and thy heart, thou art a Traitor: False to thy Gods, thy Brother, and thy Father, Conspirant 'gainst this high illustirous Prince, And from th' extremest upward of thy head, To the descent and dust below thy foot, A most Toadspotted Traitor. Say thou no, This Sword, this arm, and my best spirits are bend To prove upon thy heart, whereto I speak, Thou liest. In wisdom I should ask thy name, But since thy outside looks so fair and Warlike, And that thy tongue (some say) of breeding breaths, What safe, and nicely I might well delay, By rule of Knighthood, I disdain and spurn: Back do I toss these Treasons to thy head, With the hell-hated Lie, o'erwhelm thy heart, Which for they yet glance by, and scarely bruise, This Sword of mine shall give them instant way, Where they shall rest for ever. Trumpets speak. Save him, save him. This is practice Gloster, By th' law of War, thou wast not bound to answer An unknown opposite: thou art not vanquished, But cozened, and be gild. Shut your mouth Dame, Or with this paper shall I stop it: hold Sir, Thou worse than any name, read thine own evil: No tearing Lady, I perceive you know it. Say if I do, the Laws are mine not thine, Who can arraign me for't? Most monstrous! O, 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'rt Noble, I do forgive thee. Let's exchange charity: I am no less in blood then thou art Edmond, If more, the more th' hast wronged me. My name is Edgar and thy Father's Son, The Gods are just, and of our pleasant vices Make instruments to plague us: The dark and vicious place where thee he got, Cost him his eyes. Th' hast spoken right, 'tis true, The Wheel is come full circle, I am here. Me thought thy very gate did prophesy A Royal Nobleness: I must embrace thee, Let sorrow split my heart, if ever I Did hate thee, or thy Father. Worthy Prince I know't. Where have you hid yourself? How have you known the miseries of your Father?
Other edition — placed after the fit, excluded from the main statistics
Position
nodes 2501–2567 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 44 of 46 in this edition
Length
477 words · 664 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T29 — Disguise and pursuit in Look About Youcontext only — excluded from the genre comparison · typicality 0.841 (cosine to the topic centroid) · placed after the fit (approximate_predict), not counted in the topic statistics
Other seeds
seed 43: T34 · seed 44: T31 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
Which is that Aduerſary? What's he that ſpeakes for Edmund Earle of Gloſter? Himſelfe, what ſaiſt thou to him? Draw thy Sword, That if my ſpeech offend a Noble heart, Thy arme may do thee Iuſtice, heere is mine: Behold it is my priuiledge, The priuiledge of mine Honours, My oath, and my profeſſion. I proteſt, Maugre thy ſtrength, place, youth, and eminence, Deſpiſe thy victor-Sword, and fire new Fortune, Thy valor, and thy heart, thou art a Traitor: Falſe to thy Gods, thy Brother, and thy Father, Conſpirant 'gainſt this high illuſtirous Prince, And from th' extremeſt vpward of thy head, To the diſcent and duſt below thy foote, A moſt Toad-ſpotted Traitor. Say thou no, This Sword, this arme, and my beſt ſpirits are bent To proue vpon thy heart, whereto I ſpeake, Thou lyeſt. In wiſedome I ſhould aske thy name, But ſince thy out-ſide lookes ſo faire and Warlike, And that thy tongue (ſome ſay) of breeding breathes, What ſafe, and nicely I might well delay, By rule of Knight-hood, I diſdaine and ſpurne: Backe do I toſſe theſe Treaſons to thy head, With the hell-hated Lye, ore-whelme thy heart, Which for they yet glance by, and ſcarely bruiſe, This Sword of mine ſhall giue them inſtant way, Where they ſhall reſt for euer. Trumpets ſpeake. Saue him, ſaue him. This is practiſe Gloſter, By th' law of Warre, thou waſt not bound to anſwer An vnknowne oppoſite: thou art not vanquiſh'd, But cozend, and be guild. Shut your mouth Dame, Or with this paper ſhall I ſtop it: hold Sir, Thou worſe then any name, reade thine owne euill: No tearing Lady, I perceiue you know it. Say if I do, the Lawes are mine not thine, Who can araigne me for't? Moſt monſtrous! O, know'ſt thou this paper? Aske me not what I know. Go after her, ſhe's deſperate, gouerne her. What you haue charg'd me with, That haue 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'rt Noble, I do forgiue thee. Let's exchange charity: I am no leſſe in blood then thou art Edmond, If more, the more th' haſt wrong'd me. My name is Edgar and thy Fathers Sonne, The Gods are iuſt, and of our pleaſant vices Make inſtruments to plague vs: The darke and vitious place where thee he got, Coſt him his eyes. Th' haſt ſpoken right, 'tis true, The Wheele is come full circle, I am heere. Me thought thy very gate did propheſie A Royall Nobleneſſe: I muſt embrace thee, Let ſorrow ſplit my heart, if euer I Did 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?