The True Tragedy of Richard the Third · chunk 3 of 40
Anonymous · published 1594 · first performed or written 1591 [1588-1594] (Annals) tragedy; history · Queen Elizabeth's Men unassigned nearest T1 Death, grief and revenge · 501 words
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With shame and like your Majesty I submit therefore, Craving humble pardon on my knees, And would rather that my body shall be a prey to mine enemy, Rather than I will offend my Lord at the hour And instance of his death. Ah thanks Lord Hastings. Ah yield Lord Marcus, sith Lord Hastings Is contented to be united. Ah yield Lord Marcus, thou art too obstinate. My gracious Lord, I am content, And humbly crave your grace's pardon on my knee, For my foul offence, And see my Lord my breast opened to mine adversary, That he may take revenge, then once it shall be said, I will offend my gracious sovereign. Now let me see you friendly give one another your hands. With a good will an't like your grace, Therefore Lord Marcus take here my hand, Which was once vowed and sworn to be thy death, But now through entreaty of my Prince, I knit a league of amity for ever. Well Lord Hastings, not in show but in deed, Take thou here my hand, which was once vowed To a shivered thy body in piecemeals, That the fowls of the air should have fed Their young withal, But now upon allegiance to my Prince, I vow perfect love, And live friendship for ever. Now for confirming of it, here take your oaths. If I Lord Hastings falsify my league of friendship Vowed to Lord Marcus, I crave confusion. Like oath take I, and crave confusion. Confusion. Now my Lords, for your yoong King, that lieth now at Ludlo, Attended with Earle Riuers, Lord Gray, his two vnkles, And the rest of the Queenes kindred, I hope you will be vnto him as you haue bene to me, His yeares are but yoong, thirteene at the most, Vnto whose gouernment, I commit to my brother the Protector, But to thee Elizabeth my daughter, I leaue thee in a world of trouble, And commend me to thy mother, to all thy sisters, And especially I giue thee this in charge vpon & at my death, Be loyall to thy brother during his authoritie, As thy selfe art vertuous, let thy praiers be modest, Still be bountifull in deuotion. And thus leauing thee with a kisse, I take my last farwell, For I am so sleepie, that I must now make an ende, And here before you all, I commit my soule to almighty God, My sauiour, and sweet redeemer, my bodie to the earth, My Scepter and Crowne to the yoong Prince my sonne: And now Nobles, draw the Curtaines and depart. He that made me saue me, Vnto whose hands I commit my spirit. O Fortune, wherefore wert thou called Fortune? But that thou art fortunate? Those whom thou fauourest be famous, Meriting mere mercie, And fraught with mirrors of magnanimitie, And Fortune I would thou hadst neuer fauoured me. Why mistresse, if you exclaime against Fortune, You condemne your selfe▪ For who hath aduanced you but Fortune?
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With ſhame and like your Maieſtie I ſubmit therfore, Crauing humble pardon on my knees, And would rather that my body ſhal be a pray to mine enemy, Rather then I will offend my Lord at the houre And inſtance of his death. Ah thankes Lord Haſtings. Ah yeeld Lord Marcus, ſith Lord Haſtings Is contentented to be vnited. Ah yeeld Lord Marcus, thou art too obſtinate. My gracious Lord, I am content, And humbly craue your graces pardon on my knee, For my foule offence, And ſee my Lord my breſt opened to mine aduerſary, That he may take reuenge, then once it ſhall be ſaid, I will offend my gratious ſuffereigne. Now let me ſee you friendly giue one an other your hands. With a good will ant like your grace, Therefore Lord Marcus take here my hand, Which was once vowde and ſworne to be thy death, But now through intretie of my Prince, I knit a league of amitie for euer. Well Lord Haſtings, not in ſhow but in deed, Take thou here my hand, which was once vowed▪ To a ſhiuered thy bodie in peecemeales, That the foules of the ayre ſhould haue fed Their yoong withall, But now vpon aleageance to my Prince, I vow perfect loue▪ And liue friendſhip for euer. Now for confirming of it, here take your oathes. If I Lord Haſtings falcifie my league of friendſhip Vowde to Lord Marcus, I craue confuſion. Like oath take I, and craue confuſion. Confuſion. Now my Lords, for your yoong King, that lieth now at Ludlo, Attended with Earle Riuers, Lord Gray, his two vnkles, And the reſt of the Queenes kindred, I hope you will be vnto him as you haue bene to me, His yeares are but yoong, thirteene at the moſt, Vnto whoſe gouernment, I commit to my brother the Protector, But to thee Elizabeth my daughter, I leaue thee in a world of trouble, And commend me to thy mother, to all thy ſiſters, And eſpecially I giue thee this in charge vpon & at my death, Be loyall to thy brother during his authoritie, As thy selfe art vertuous, let thy praiers be modeſt, Still be bountifull in deuotion. And thus leauing thee with a kiſſe, I take my laſt farwell, For I am ſo ſleepie, that I muſt now make an ende, And here before you all, I commit my ſoule to almighty God, My ſauiour, and ſweet redeemer, my bodie to the earth, My Scepter and Crowne to the yoong Prince my ſonne: And now Nobles, draw the Curtaines and depart. He that made me ſaue me, Vnto whoſe hands I commit my ſpirit. O Fortune, wherefore wert thou called Fortune? But that thou art fortunate? Thoſe whom thou fauoureſt be famous, Meriting mere mercie, And fraught with mirrors of magnanimitie, And Fortune I would thou hadſt neuer fauoured me. Why miſtreſſe, if you exclaime againſt Fortune, You condemne your ſelfe▪ For who hath aduanced you but Fortune?