The True Tragedy of Richard the Third · chunk 2 of 40
Anonymous · published 1594 · first performed or written 1591 [1588-1594] (Annals) tragedy; history · Queen Elizabeth's Men unassigned nearest T53 The crown: kingship claimed, resigned an · 491 words
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And welcome you Peers of England unto your King. For our unthankfulness the heavens hath thrown thee down. I fear for our ingratitude, our angry God doth frown. Why Nobles, he that lay me here, Can raise me at his pleasure. But my dear friends and kinsmen, In what estate I now lie it is seen to you all, And I feel myself near the dreadful stroke of death. And the cause that I have requested you in friendly wise To meet together is this, That where malice & envy sowing sedition in the hearts of men So would I have that admonished and friendly favours, Overcome in the heart of yond Lord Marcus and Lord Hastings Both, for how I have governed these two and twenty years, I leave it to your discretions. The malice hath still been an enemy to you both, That in my life time I could never get any league of amity betwixt you, Yet at my death let me entreat you to embrace each other, That at my last departure you may send my soul To the joys celestial: For leaving behind me my young son, Your lawful King after my decease, May be by your wise and grave counsel so governed, Which no doubt may bring comfort To his famous realm of England. But (what saith Lord Marcus and Lord Hastings) What not one word? nay then I see it will not be, For they are resolute in their ambition. Ah yield Lord Hastings, And submit yourselves to each other: And you Lord Marcus, submit yourself, See here the aged King my father, How he sues for peace betwixt you both: Consider Lord Marcus, you are son to my mother the Queen, And therefore let me entreat you to mitigate your wrath, And in friendly sort, embrace each other. Nay cease thy speech Elizabeth, It is but folly to speak to them, For they are resolute in their ambitious minds, Therefore Elizabeth, I feel myself at the last instant of death, And now must die being thus tormented in mind. May it be that thou Lord Marcus, That neither by entreaty of the Prince, courteous word of Elizabeth his daughter, May withdraw thy ambition from me. May it be that thou Lord Hastings, Canst not perceive the mark his grace aims at. No I am resolute, except thou submit. If thou be'st resolute give up the upshot, And perhaps thy head may pay for the losses Ah Gods, sith at my death you jar, What will you do to the young Prince after my decease? For shame I say, depart from my presence, and leave me to myself, For these words strikes a second dying to my soul: Ah my Lords, I thought I could have commanded A greater thing than this at your hands, But sith I cannot, I take my leave of you both, And so depart and trouble me no more.
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And welcome you Peeres of England vnto your King. For our vnthankfulneſſe the heauens hath throwne thee downe. I feare for our ingratitude, our angry God doth frowne. Why Nobles, he that laie me here, Can raiſe me at his pleaſure. But my deare friends and kinſmen, In what eſtate I now lie it is ſeene to you all, And I feele my ſelfe neare the dreadfull ſtroke of death. And the cauſe that I haue requeſted you in friendly wiſe To meete togither is this, That where malice & enuy ſowing ſedition in the harts of men So would I haue that admoniſhed and friendly fauours, Ouercome in the heart of yon Lord Marcus and Lord Haſtings Both, for how I haue gouerned theſe two and twentie yeares, I leaue it to your diſcretions. The malice hath ſtill bene an enemy to you both, That in my life time I could neuer get any lege of amity betwixt you, Yet at my death let me intreate you to imbrace each other, That at my laſt departure you may ſend my ſoule To the ioyes celeſtiall: For leauing behinde me my yoong ſonne, Your lawfull King after my deceaſe, May be by your wiſe and graue counſell ſo gouerned, Which no doubt may bring comfort To his famous realme of England. But (what ſaith Lord Marcus and Lord Haſtings) What not one word? nay then I ſee it will not be, For they are reſolute in their ambition. Ah yeeld Lord Haſtings, And ſubmit your ſelues to each other: And you Lord Marcus, ſubmit your ſelfe, See here the aged King my father, How he ſues for peace betwixt you both: Conſider Lord Marcus, you are ſon to my mother the Queene, And therefore let me intreat you to mittigate your wrath, And in friendly ſort, imbrace each other. Nay ceaſe thy ſpeech Elizabeth, It is but folly to ſpeake to them, For they are reſolute in their ambitious mindes, Therefore Elizabeth, I feele my ſelfe at the laſt inſtant of death, And now muſt die being thus tormented in minde. May it be that thou Lord Marcus, That neither by intreatie of the Prince, curtuous word of Elizabeth his daughter, May withdraw thy ambition from me. May it be that thou Lord Haſtings, Canſt not perceiue the marke his grace aimes at. No I am reſolute, except thou ſubmit. If thou beeſt reſolute giue vp the vpſhot, And perhaps thy head may paie for the loſſes Ah Gods, ſith at my death you iarre, What will you do to the yoon▪ Prince after my deceaſe? For ſhame I ſay, depart from my preſence, and leaue me to my ſelf, For theſe words ſtrikes a ſecond dying to my ſoule: Ah my Lords, I thought I could haue commanded A greater thing then this at your hands, But ſith I cannot, I take my leaue of you both, And ſo depart and trouble me no more.