1 The Troublesome Reign of King John · chunk 27 of 29
Anonymous · published 1611 · first performed or written 1591 (Annals) history · Queen Elizabeth's Men unassigned nearest T53 The crown: kingship claimed, resigned an · 501 words · other edition — not in the analysis
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We craved once more your helps for to invest us Into the right that envy sought to wrack. Once was I not deposed, your former choice; Now twice been crowned and applauded King? Your cheered action to install me so, Infers assured witness of your loves, And binds me over in a Kingly care To render love with love, rewards of worth To balance down requital to the full. But thanks the while, thanks Lordings to you all: Ask me and use me, try me and find me yours. A boon my Lord, at vantage of your words We ask to guerdon all our loyalties. We take the time your Highness bids us ask: Please it you grant, you make your promise good, With lesser loss than one superfluous hair That not remembered falleth from your head. My word is past, receive your boon my Lords, What may it be? Ask it, and it is yours. We crave my Lord, to please the Commons with The liberty of Lady Constance son: Whose durance darkeneth your highness right, As if you kept him prisoner, to the end Yourself were doubtful of the thing you have. Dismiss him thence, your Highness needs not fear, Twice by consent you are proclaimed our King. This if you grant, were all unto your good: For simple people muse you keep him close. Your words have searched the centre of my thoughts, Confirming warrant of your loyalties, Dismiss your counsel, sway my state, Let Iohn do nothing, but by your consents. Why how now Philip, what ecstasy is this? Why casts thou up thy eyes to heaven so? See, see my Lord, strange apparitions, Glancing mine eye to see the Diadem Placed by the Bishops on your highness head, From forth a gloomy cloud, which curtain-like Displayed itself, I suddenly espied Five Moons reflecting, as you see them now: Even in the moment that the crown was placed Can they appear, holding the course you see. What might portend these apparitions, Unusual signs, forerunners of event, Presages of strange terrors to the world: Believe me Lords, the object fears me much. Philip thou toldst me of a Wizard but of late, Fetch in the man to descant of this show. The heavens frown upon the sinful earth, When with prodigious unaccustomed signs They spot their superficies with such wonder. Before the ruins of Ierusalem, Such meteors were the Ensigns of his wrath, That hastened to destroy the faultful town. Is this the man? It is my Lord. Prophet of Pomfret, for so I hear thou art, That calculat'st of many things to come: Who by a power replete with heavenly gift, Canst blab the counsel of thy Maker's will. If fame be true, or truth be wronged by thee, Decide in ciphering, what these five moons Portend this clime, if they presage at all. Breath out thy gift, and if I live to see Thy divination take a true effect, I'll honour thee above all earthly men.
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We crau'd once more your helps for to inueſt vs Into the right that enuy ſought to wracke. Once was I not depoſde, your former choice; Now twice beene crowned and applauded King? Your cheered action to inſtall me ſo, Infers aſſured witneſſe of your loues, And binds me ouer in a Kingly care To render loue with loue, rewards of worth To ballance downe requitall to the full. But thankes the while, thankes Lordings to you all: Aske me and vſe me, trie me and finde me yours. A boone my Lord, at vantage of your words We aske to guerdon all our loyalties. We take the time your Highneſſe bids vs aske: Pleaſe it you grant, you make your promiſe good, With leſſer loſſe than one ſuperfluous haire That not remembred falleth from your head. My word is paſt, receiue your boone my Lords, What may it be? Aske it, and it is yours. We craue my Lord, to pleaſe the Commons with The libertie of Lady Constance ſonne: Whoſe durance darkeneth your Highneſſe right, As if you kept him priſoner, to the end Your ſelfe were doubtfull of the thing you haue. Diſmiſſe him thence, your Highneſſe needs not feare, Twice by conſent you are proclaim'd our King. This if you grant, were all vnto your good: For ſimple people muſe you keepe him cloſe. Your words haue ſearcht the center of my thoghts, Confirming warrant of your loyalties, Diſmiſſe your counſell, ſway my ſtate, Let Iohn doe nothing, but by your conſents. Why how now Philip, what extaſie is this? Why caſts thou vp thy eyes to heauen ſo? See, ſee my Lord, ſtrange apparitions, Glancing mine eie to ſee the Diadem Plac'd by the Biſhops on your Highneſſe head, From forth a gloomie cloud, which curtaine-like Diſplaid it ſelfe, I ſuddainely eſpied Fiue Moones reflecting, as you ſee them now: Euen in the moment that the crowne was plac'd Can they appeare, holding the courſe you ſee. What might portend theſe apparitions, Vnvſuall ſignes, forerunners of euent, Preſagers of ſtrange terrors to the world: Beleeue me Lords, the obiect feares me much. Philip thou toldſt me of a Wizard but of late, Fetch in the man to deſcant of this ſhow. The heauens frowne vpon the ſinfull earth, When with prodigious vnaccuſtom'd ſignes They ſpot their ſuperficies with ſuch wonder. Before the ruines of Ieruſalem, Such meteors were the Enſignes of his wrath, That haſt'ned to deſtroy the faultfull towne. Is this the man? It is my Lord. Prophet of Pomfret, for ſo I heare thou art, That calculat'ſt of many things to come: Who by a power repleat with heauenly gift, Canſt blab the counſell of thy Makers will. If fame be true, or truth be wrong'd by thee, Decide in cyphering, what theſe fiue moones Portend this clime, if they preſage at all. Breath out thy gift, and if I liue to ſee Thy diuination take a true effect, Ile honour thee aboue all earthly men.