Passages from this character's speech that contain the most distinguishing words for Cluster 10 (earine, jarbus, alack, vapours, mishap, hapless…). Matches are highlighted.
here about Religious causes But are accused of Capital Treason. Patience my Guilford. But I am armed to die. I thank her Highness, That I shall first depart this hapless world, not Survive to see my worser re love dead. Good Master Lieutenant let us pray to gether. A hand as from , At the white livery, worn by the Angels in their
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Alas, how small and Urn contains a King? He that ruled all, even with his princely b eath, Is forced to stoop now to the stroke of death. Herd you not the proclamation? To whom my Lord bends this your ave. Oh God! me thinks you sing my death, In parts of musics loudness, 'Tis not my turn to rise. Oh God! My Lord and Father, I pray tell me, Was your Father's Father ere a King? I have no thoughts so rank, so grown to head, As are our Father's pride. Troth I do enjoy a Kingdom having thee. And so my pain be prosperous in that, What care I though a Sheepcote be my Palace Or fairest roof of honour. Would I might still continue of his line, Not travel in the clouds. It is often seen, the heated blood That covets to be royal, leaves off ere it be noble, My learned careful King, what must we go? Then it must be so. Who would wear fetters though they were all of gold? Or to be sick, though his faint brows For a wearing Nightcap, wore a Crown. Thou must assume, a title that goes on many feet, But 'tis and office, wherein the hearts of Scholars, And of Soldiers will depend upon thy Hearse. Were this rightly scanned, We scarce should find a King in any Land. God morrow to my Lord, my lovely Dud lay. Why do you look so sad my dearest Lord? My looks (my love) is sorted with my heart, The Sun himself, does scantly show his face, Out of this firm grate, you may perceive the Tow er-Hill Thronged with store of people, As if they gaped for some strange Novelty. Let not found visions so appall my Love, For dreams do oftentimes contrary prove. My Father Prisoner! My Dudley, my own heart. Ex Oh . We are Christians, Leave our conscience to our selves: We stand not here about Religious causes But are accused of Capital Treason. Patience my Guilford. But I am armed to die. I thank her Highness, That I shall first depart this hapless world, not Survive to see my worser re love dead. Good Master Lieutenant let us pray to gether. A hand as from , At the white livery, worn by the Angels in their makers sighed. Patience my Guilford, it was ever known, They that find least, the punishment have born. If I must die, save Princely Guilford's life. The last good morrow my sweet love to thee. On a prayer book. To a prepared mind death is a pleasure, I long in soul, till I have spent my breath. 'Tis I sweet love, kiss the block. Thanks gentle riend, But I have other waiting women to attend me. Good Mistress Ellin lend me a helping hand, To strip me of this worldly ornamen Off with these robes, Oh the from my side, Such silken cove are the gilded of pride . Instead of gowns, my , My worldly death new . What is it off? Not yet, Oh God! how hardly can we shake off this world's Pomp, That cleaves unto us Like our bodies Yet thus Oh God shake of thy servants sin. 'Tis my last farewell, take it : My dearest Guilford Now blind mine ey , Is grief so short? twa's wont to be full of words, 'Tis true, but now Deaths lesson, bids a could a endue. Farewell, thus friends on desperate journeys part, Breaking of words with tears, that swells the heart. And honourable and worthy Trial, And God forbid, so many Noblemen Should be made of . I say unguilty still, yet I am guilty, Our we our , our , And shall our father's lives ? It was my that made thee , Oh but for , my Guilford . My free from this soul . My Dudley, own heart. I cannot speak for tears. I g ntle Guilford, and I pardon him. From all the world, but from my Guilford sighed: Before Let me with a look.
Plot summary
Plot — The Famous History of Sir Thomas Wyatt
The King of England is dying. Northumberland and Suffolk conspire to disinherit his sister, Mary, in favour of Suffolk’s daughter, the reluctant Lady Jane Grey. When news arrives of the King’s death, they have her proclaimed Queen. Sir Thomas Wyatt, refusing to be a party to this, leaves court, and brings the news to Mary, who is living in frugal retirement. Northumberland and Suffolk raise an army against Mary, but Wyatt and the Lord Treasurer speak in the Council for a legal succession in accordance with the will of King Henry VIII. Mary is proclaimed Queen in London, and Lady Jane and her husband Guildford Dudley are arrested. Northumberland is ordered to discharge his troops and come to court, and is arrested. Suffolk is on the run. His servant, Holmes, brings him food, but also brings the Sheriff to arrest him. Holmes is paid well, but later strangles himself in remorse. Queen Mary begins to make fiscal arrangements, and reneges on her promise not to make any alteration in state religion: she plans to restore the Roman Catholic church. She also plans to marry Philip of Spain, contrary to the laws established by her father. Northumberland is executed. Disgusted at the prospect of Spanish infiltration, Wyatt raises rebellion in Kent. Part of Norfolk’s army defects to Wyatt on nationalist grounds, but when Pembroke bars the gates of London against him, his supporters slink away and he is arrested. Jane and Guildford are tried, and declare their innocence; Guildford notes that the commissioners were originally supporters of Northumberland in his attempt to influence the succession, and accuses them of hypocrisy. Though several commissioners want to seek clemency, the Bishop of Winchester sentences them to traitors’ deaths. Wyatt is taken to execution. Jane and Guildford are to die together; Jane is beheaded first. Guildford faints as he is taken away, but recovers to see her severed head, and is taken to the block.