2 The Troublesome Reign of King John · chunk 7 of 19
Anonymous · published 1611 · first performed or written 1591 (Annals) history · Queen Elizabeth's Men unassigned nearest T31 Popes, cardinals and the crown · 515 words
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Cheerly replied brave branch of Kingly stocko, A right Plantagenet should reason so. But silence Lords, attend our comings cause: The servile yoke that pained us with toil, On strong instinct hath framed this conventicle, To ease our necks of servitudes contempt. Should I not name the foeman of our rest, Which of you all so barren in conceit, As cannot level at the man I mean? But lest Enigma's shadow shining truth, Plainly to paint, as truth requires no art. Th'effect of this resort importeth this, To root and clean extirpate tyrant Iohn, Tyrant I say, appealing to the man, If any here that loves him, and I ask, What kindship, lenity, or Christian reign, Rules in the man, to bar this soul impeach? First I infer the Chester's banishment: For reprehending him in most unchristian crimes▪ Was special notice of a tyrants will. But were this all, the devil should be saved, But this the least of many thousand faults, That circumstance with leisure might display. Our private wrongs, no parcel of my tale Which now in presence, but for some great cause Might wish to him as to a mortal foe. But shall I close the period with an act Abhorring in the ears of Christian men, His cousin's death, that sweet unguilty child, Untimely butchered by the tyrant's means, Here are my proofs, as clear as gravel brook, And on the same I further must infer, That who upholds a tyrant in his course, Is culpable of all his damned guilt. To show the which, is yet to be described. My Lord of Pembroke, show what is behind, Only I say, that were there nothing else To move us, but the Pope's most dreadful curse, Whereof we are assured, if we fail, It were enough to instigate us all, With earnestness ofsprite, to seek a mean To dispossess Iohn of his regiment. Well hath my Lord of Essex told his tale, Which I aver▪ for most substantial truth, And more to make the matter to our mind, I say that Lewis in challenge of his wife, Hath title of an uncontrolled plea, To all that longeth to our English crown. Short tale to make, the Sea Apostolic, Hath offered dispensation for the fault. If any be, as trust me none I know, By planting Lewis in the usurpers room: This is the cause of all our presence here, That on the holy Altar we protest, To aid the right of Lewis with goods and life, Who on our knowledge is in arms for England. What say you Lords? As Pembroke saith, affirmeth Salisbury: Fair Lewis of France that spoused Lady Blanch, Hath title of an uncontrolled strength To England, and what longeth to the Crown: In right whereof, as we are true informed, The Prince is marching hitherward in arms. Our purpose, to conclude that with a word, Is to invest him as we may devise, King of our country, in the tyrant's stead: And so the warrant on the Altar sworn, And so the intent for which we hither came.
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Cheerely repli'd braue branch of Kingly ſtocko, A right Plantagenet ſhould reaſon ſo. But ſilence Lords, attend our commings cauſe: The ſeruile yoke that pained vs with toyle, On ſtrong inſtinct hath fram'd this conuenticle, To eaſe our neckes of ſeruitudes contempt. Should I not name the foeman of our reſt, Which of you all ſo barren in conceipt, As cannot leuell at the man I meane? But leſt Enigma's ſhadow ſhining truth, Plainely to paint, as truth requires no art. Th'effect of this reſort importeth this, To root and cleane extirpate tyrant Iohn, Tyrant I ſay, appealing to the man, If any here that loues him, and I aske, What kindſhip, lenitie, or Chriſtian raigne, Rules in the man, to barre this ſoule impeach? Firſt I inferre the Cheſters baniſhment: For reprehending him in moſt vnchriſtian crimes▪ Was ſpeciall notice of a tyrants will. But were this all, the diuell ſhould be ſau'd, But this the leaſt of many thouſand faults, That circumſtance with leiſure might diſplay. Our priuate wrongs, no parcell of my tale Which now in preſence, but for ſome great cauſe Might wiſh to him as to a mortall foe. But ſhall I cloſe the period with an act Abhorring in the eares of Chriſtian men, His couſins death, that ſweet vnguiltie child, Vntimely butcherd by the tyrants meanes, Here are my proofes, as cleere as grauel brooke, And on the ſame I further muſt inferre, That who vpholds a tyrant in his courſe, Is culpable of all his damned guilt. To ſhew the which, is yet to be deſcrib'd. My Lord of Pembrooke, ſhewe what is behinde, Onely I ſay, that were there nothing elſe To mooue vs, but the Popes moſt dreadfull curſe, Whereof we are aſſured, if we faile, It were enough to inſtigate vs all, With earneſtneſſe ofſprite, to ſeeke a meane To diſpoſſeſſe Iohn of his regiment. Well hath my Lord of Eſſex told his tale, Which I auerre▪ for moſt ſubſtantiall truth, And more to make the matter to our minde, I ſay that Lewis in challenge of his wife, Hath title of an vncontrouled plea, To all that longeth to our Engliſh crowne. Short tale to make, the Sea Apoſtolike, Hath offerd diſpenſation for the fault. If any be, as truſt me none I know, By planting Lewis in the Vſurpers roome: This is the cauſe of all our preſence here, That on the holy Altar we proteſt, To aid the right of Lewis with goods and life, Who on our knowledge is in armes for England. What ſay you Lords? As Pembrooke ſaith, affirmeth Salisburie: Faire Lewis of France that ſpouſed Lady Blanch, Hath title of an vncontrouled ſtrength To England, and what longeth to the Crowne: In right whereof, as we are true inform'd, The Prince is marching hitherward in armes. Our purpoſe, to conclude that with a word, Is to inueſt him as we may deuiſe, King of our countrey, in the tyrants ſtead: And ſo the warrant on the Altar ſworne, And ſo the intent for which we hither came.