Early Modern Drama · Character Archetypes

TYRREL

in Richard the Third — Shakespeare, William

Metadata

PlayRichard the Third
AuthorShakespeare, William
Year (catalogued)1592
Decade1590s
Speech prefix(es)Tyr. | Tir.
Words272
Characters1466
Typicality0.27 (cosine to cluster centroid)
TCP idA11954.23
ClusterCluster 15 — Devils, vices & grotesques

Important excerpts

Passages from this character's speech that contain the most distinguishing words for Cluster 15 (ang, hunc, fleire, shillings, chil, sblood…). Matches are highlighted.

who I did suborn To do this piece of ruthful Butchery, Albeit they were fleshed Villains, bloody Dogs, Melted with tenderness, and mild compassion, Wept Like to Children, in their death's sad Story. Oh thus (quoth Dighton ) lay the gentle Babes: Thus, thus (quoth Forest ) girdling one another Within their Alabaster innocent
Their lips were four read Roses on a stalk, And in their Summer Beauty kissed each other. A Book of Prayers on their pillow lay, Which one (quoth Forest ) almost changed my mind: But o the Devil, there the Villain stopped: When Dighton thus told on, we smothered The most replenished sweet work of Nature, That from the prime Creation

Full speech

James Tyrrel, and your most obedient subject. Prove me, my gracious Lord. Please you: But I had rather kill two enemies. Let me have open means to come to them, And soon I'll rid you from the fear of them. I will dispatch it straight. The tyrannous and bloody Act is done, The most arch deed of piteous massacre That ever yet this Land was guilty of: Dighton and Forest, who I did suborn To do this piece of ruthful Butchery, Albeit they were fleshed Villains, bloody Dogs, Melted with tenderness, and mild compassion, Wept Like to Children, in their death's sad Story. Oh thus (quoth Dighton ) lay the gentle Babes: Thus, thus (quoth Forest ) girdling one another Within their Alabaster innocent Arms: Their lips were four read Roses on a stalk, And in their Summer Beauty kissed each other. A Book of Prayers on their pillow lay, Which one (quoth Forest ) almost changed my mind: But o the Devil, there the Villain stopped: When Dighton thus told on, we smothered The most replenished sweet work of Nature, That from the prime Creation ere she framed. Hence both are gone with Conscience and Remorse, They could not speak, and so I left them both, To bear this tidings to the bloody King. And here he comes. All health my Sovereign Lord. If to have done the thing you gave in charge, Be get your happiness, be happy then, For it is done. I did my Lord. The Chaplain of the Tower hath buried them, But where (to say the truth) I do not know. I humbly take my leave.