2 The Troublesome Reign of King John · chunk 2 of 19
Anonymous · published 1611 · first performed or written 1591 (Annals) history · Queen Elizabeth's Men unassigned nearest T31 Popes, cardinals and the crown · 505 words
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My Lords, but hear me speak, and kill me then, If here I left not this young Prince alive, Maugre the hasty Edict of the King, Who gave me charge to put out both his eyes, That God that gave me living to this hour, Thunder revenge upon me in this place: And as I tendered him with earnest love, So God love me, and then I shall be well. Hence traitor hence, thy counsel is herein. Some in this place appointed by the King, Have thrown him from this lodging here above, And sure the murder hath been newly done, For yet the body is not fully cold. How say you Lords, shall we with speed dispatch Under our hands a packet into France, To bid the Dolphin enter with his force, To claim the kingdom for his proper right, His title maketh lawful strength thereto. Besides, the Pope, on peril of his curse, Hath bar us of obedience unto Iohn, This hateful murder, Lewis his true descent, The holy charge that we received from Rome, Are weighty reasons, if you like my reed, To make us all persever in this deed. My Lord of Essex, well have you advised, I will accord to further you in this. And Salisbury will not gainsay the same: But aid that course as far forth as he can. Then each of us send straight to his allies, To win them to this famous enterprise: And let us all yclad in Palmer's weed, The tenth of April at S. Edmund's Bury Meet to confer, and on the altar there Swear secrecy and aid to this advise. Mean while, let us convey this body hence, And give him burial, as befits his state, Keeping his month's mind, and his obsequies With solemn intercession for his soul. How say you Lordings, are you all agreed? The tenth of April at S. Edmund's Bury, God letting not, I will not fail the time. Then let us all convey the body hence. Disturbed thoughts, foredoomers of mine ill, Distracted passions, signs of growing harms, Strange prophecies of imminent mishaps, Confound my wits, and dull my senses so, That every object these mine eyes behold, Seem instruments to bring me to my end. Ascension day is come, Iohn fear not then The prodigies this prattling Prophet threats. 'tis come indeed: ah were it fully passed, Then were I careless of a thousand fears. The Dial tells me, it is twelve at noon. Were twelve at midnight past, then might I vaunt, False seers prophecies of no import. Could I as well with this right hand of mine Remove the Sun from our Meridian, Unto the moonested circle of th'antipodes, As turn this steel from twelve to twelve again, Then Iohn, the date of fatal prophecies, Should with the Prophet's life together end. But multa cadunt inter calicem supremaque labra. Peter, unsay thy foolish doting dream, And by the crown of England here I swear, To make thee great, and greatest of thy kin.
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My Lords, but heare me ſpeake, and kil me then, If here I left not this yong Prince aliue, Maugre the haſtie Edict of the King, Who gaue me charge to put out both his eyes, That God that gaue me liuing to this houre, Thunder reuenge vpon me in this place: And as I tendred him with earneſt loue, So God loue me, and then I ſhall be well. Hence traytor hence, thy counſel is herein. Some in this place appointed by the King, Haue throwne him from this lodging here aboue, And ſure the murther hath bin newly done, For yet the body is not fully cold. How ſay you Lords, ſhal we with ſpeed diſpatch Vnder our hands a packet into France, To bid the Dolphin enter with his force, To claime the kingdom for his proper right, His title maketh lawfull ſtrength thereto. Beſides, the Pope, on peril of his curſe, Hath bard vs of obedience vnto Iohn, This hatefull murder, Lewis his true deſcent, The holy charge that we receiu'd from Rome, Are weightie reaſons, if you like my reed, To make vs all perſeuer in this deed. My Lord of Eſſex, well haue you aduis'd, I will accord to further you in this. And Salisbury will not gaineſay the ſame: But aide that courſe as farre forth as he can. Then each of vs ſend ſtraight to his allies, To win them to this famous enterpriſe: And let vs all yclad in Palmers weed, The tenth of April at S. Edmunds Bury Meet to conferre, and on the altar there Sweare ſecrecie and aid to this aduiſe. Meane while, let vs conuey this body hence, And giue him buriall, as befits his ſtate, Keeping his months mind, and his obſequies With ſolemne interceſſion for his ſoule. How ſay you Lordings, are you all agreed? The tenth of April at S. Edmunds Burie, God letting not, I will not faile the time. Then let vs all conuey the body hence. Diſturbed thoughts, foredoomers of mine ill, Diſtracted paſſions, ſignes of growing harmes, Strange prophecies of imminent miſhaps, Confound my wits, and dull my ſenſes ſo, That euery obiect theſe mine eies behold, Seeme inſtruments to bring me to my end. Aſcenſion day is come, Iohn feare not then The prodigies this pratling Prophet threats. Tis come indeed: ah were it fully paſt, Then were I careleſſe of a thouſand feares. The Diall tels me, it is twelue at noone. Were twelue at midnight paſt, then might I vaunt, Falſe ſeers prophecies of no import. Could I as well with this right hand of mine Remoue the Sunne from our Meridian, Vnto the mooneſted circle of th'antipodes, As turne this ſteele from twelue to twelue agen, Then Iohn, the date of fatall prophecies, Should with the Prophets life together end. But multa cadunt inter calicem ſupremaque labra. Peter, vnſay thy fooliſh doting dreame, And by the crowne of England here I ſweare, To make thee great, and greateſt of thy kin.