Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written 1610 [c.1610-1611] (Annals) romance · King's Men unassigned nearest T1 Death, grief and revenge · 528 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T1: death, life, dead, die, blood, revenge, soul, father, heart, heaven.
On your Allegiance, Out of the Chamber with her. Were I a Tyrant, Where were her life? she durst not call me so, If she did know me one, Away with her. I pray you do not push me, I'll be gone. Look to your Babe (my Lord) 'tis yours: Ioue send her A better guiding Spirit. What needs these hands? You that are thus so tender o'er his Follies, Will never do him good, not one of you. So, so: Farewell, we are gone. Thou (Traitor) hast set on thy Wife to this. My Child? away with't? even thou, that hast A heart so tender o'er it, take it hence, And see it instantly consumed with fire. Even thou, and none but thou. Take it up strait: Within this hour bring me word 'tis done, (And by good testimony) or I'll seize thy life, With what thou else call'st thine: if thou refuse, And wilt encounter with my Wrath, say so; The Bastard-braynes with these my proper hands Shall I dash out. Go, take it to the fire, For thou sett'st on thy Wife. I did not, Sir: These Lords, my Noble Fellows, if they please, Can clear me in't. We can: my Royal Liege, He is not guilty of her coming hither. You're liars all. Beseech your Highness, give us better credit: We have always truly served you, and beseech ' So to esteem of us: and on our knees we beg, (As recompense of our dear services Past, and to come) that you do change this purpose, Which being so horrible, so bloody, must Led on to some foul Issue. We all kneel. I am a Feather for each Wind that blows: Shall I live on, to see this Bastard kneel, And call me Father? better burn it now, Then curse it then. But be it: let it live. It shall not neither. You Sir, come you hither: You that have been so tenderly officious With Lady Margery, your Midwife there, To save this Bastard's life; for 'tis a Bastard, So sure as this Beard's grey. What will you adventure, To save this Brats life? Any thing (my Lord) That my ability may undergo, And Nobleness impose: at least thus much; I'll pawn the little blood which I have left, To save the Innocent: any thing possible. It shall be possible: Swear by this Sword Thou wilt perform my bidding. I will (my Lord.) Mark, and perform it: seest thou? for the fail Of any point in't, shall not only be Death to thyself, but to thy lewd-tongued Wife, (Whom for this time we pardon) We enjoin thee, As thou art Liegeman to us, that thou carry This female Bastard hence, and that thou bear it To some remote and desert place, quite out Of our Dominions; and that there thou leave it (Without more mercy) to it own protection, And favour of the Climate: as by strange fortune It came to us, I do in justice charge thee, On thy Souls peril, and thy Bodies torture, That thou commend it strangely to some place, Where Chance may nurse, or end it: take it up.
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On your Allegeance, Out of the Chamber with her. Were I a Tyrant, Where were her life? ſhe durſt not call me ſo, If ſhe did know me one, Away with her. I pray you doe not puſh me, Ile be gone. Looke to your Babe (my Lord) 'tis yours: Ioue ſend her A better guiding Spirit. What needs theſe hands? You that are thus ſo tender o're his Follyes, Will neuer doe him good, not one of you. So, ſo: Farewell, we are gone. Thou (Traytor) haſt ſet on thy Wife to this. My Child? away with't? euen thou, that haſt A heart ſo tender o're it, take it hence, And ſee it inſtantly conſum'd with fire. Euen thou, and none but thou. Take it vp ſtraight: Within this houre bring me word 'tis done, (And by good teſtimonie) or Ile ſeize thy life, With what thou elſe call'ſt thine: if thou refuſe, And wilt encounter with my Wrath, ſay ſo; The Baſtard-braynes with theſe my proper hands Shall I daſh out. Goe, take it to the fire, For thou ſett'ſt on thy Wife. I did not, Sir: Theſe Lords, my Noble Fellowes, if they pleaſe, Can cleare me in't. We can: my Royall Liege, He is not guiltie of her comming hither. You're lyers all. Beſeech your Highneſſe, giue vs better credit: We haue alwayes truly ſeru'd you, and beſeech' So to eſteeme of vs: and on our knees we begge, (As recompence of our deare ſeruices Paſt, and to come) that you doe change this purpoſe, Which being ſo horrible, ſo bloody, muſt Lead on to ſome foule Iſſue. We all kneele. I am a Feather for each Wind that blows: Shall I liue on, to ſee this Baſtard kneele, And call me Father? better burne it now, Then curſe it then. But be it: let it liue. It ſhall not neyther. You Sir, come you hither: You that haue beene ſo tenderly officious With Lady Margerie, your Mid-wife there, To ſaue this Baſtards life; for 'tis a Baſtard, So ſure as this Beard's gray. What will you aduenture, To ſaue this Brats life? Any thing (my Lord) That my abilitie may vndergoe, And Nobleneſſe impoſe: at leaſt thus much; Ile pawne the little blood which I haue left, To ſaue the Innocent: any thing poſſible. It ſhall be poſſible: Sweare by this Sword Thou wilt performe my bidding. I will (my Lord.) Marke, and performe it: ſeeſt thou? for the faile Of any point in't, ſhall not onely be Death to thy ſelfe, but to thy lewd-tongu'd Wife, (Whom for this time we pardon) We enioyne thee, As thou art Liege-man to vs, that thou carry This female Baſtard hence, and that thou beare it To ſome remote and deſart place, quite out Of our Dominions; and that there thou leaue it (Without more mercy) to it owne protection, And fauour of the Climate: as by ſtrange fortune It came to vs, I doe in Iuſtice charge thee, On thy Soules perill, and thy Bodyes torture, That thou commend it ſtrangely to ſome place, Where Chance may nurſe, or end it: take it vp.