The True Tragedy of Richard the Third · chunk 6 of 40
Anonymous · published 1594 · first performed or written 1591 [1588-1594] (Annals) tragedy; history · Queen Elizabeth's Men T53 The crown: kingship claimed, resigned an typicality 0.81 · 485 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T53: crown, king, state, life, lord, lords, live, queen, tullia, prince.
My friends depart, The hour commands your absence. Leave me, and every man look to his charge. Renowned and right worthy Protector, Whose excellency far deserves the name of king than protector, Sir William Casbie wisheth my Lord, That your grace may so govern the young Prince, That the Crown of England may flourish in all happiness. Ah young Prince, and why not I? Or who shall inherit Plantagenet but his son? And who the King deceased, but the brother? Shall law bridle nature, or authority hinder inheritance? No, I say no: Principality brooks no equality, Much less superiority, And the title of a King, is next under the degree of a God, For if he be worthy to be called valiant, That in his life wins honour, and by his sword wins riches, Why now I with renown of a soldier, which is never sold but By weight, nor changed but by loss of life, I reaped not the gain but the glory, and since it becometh A son to maintain the honour of his deceased father, Why should not I hazard his dignity by my brother's sons? To be baser than a King I disdain, And to be more then Protector, the law deny, Why my father got the Crown, my brother won the Crown, And I will wear the Crown, Or i'll make them hop without their crowns that denies me: Have I removed such logs out of my sight, as my brother Clarence And king Henry the sixth, to suffer a child to shadow me, Nay more, my nephew to disinherit me, Yet most of all, to be released from the yoke of my brother As I term it, to become subject to his son, No death nor hell shall not withhold me, but as I rule I will reign, And so reign that the proudest enemy shall not abide The sharpest shower. Why what are the babes but a puff of Gunpowder? a mark for the soldiers, food for fishes, Or lining for beds, devices enough to make them away, Wherein I am resolute, and determining, needs no counsel, Ho, whose's within? May it please your Majesty. Ha villain, Majesty. I speak but upon that which shallbe my good Lord. But what's he with thee? A Messenger with a letter from the right honourable The Duke of Buckingham. Sirrah give place. Ah how this title of Majesty, animates me to my purpose, Rise man, regard no fall, haply this letter brings good luck, May it be, or is it possible, Doth Fortune so much favour my happiness, That I no sooner devise, but she sets abroach? Or doth she but to try me, that raising me aloft, My fall may be the greater, well laugh on sweet change, Be as be may, I will never fear colours nor regard ruth, Valour brings fame, and fame conqueres death. Percival. My Lord.
seed 43: unassigned · seed 44: T6 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
My friends depart, The houre commands your abſence. Leaue me, and euery man looke to his charge. Renowned and right worthie Protector, Whoſe excelency far deſerues the name of king then protector, Sir William Casbie wiſheth my Lord, That your grace may ſo gouerne the yoong Prince, That the Crowne of England may flouriſh in all happineſſe. Ah yoong Prince, and why not I? Or who ſhall inherit Plantagines but his ſonne? And who the King deceaſed, but the brother? Shall law bridle nature, or authoritie hinder inheritance? No, I ſay no: Principalitie brookes no equalitie, Much leſſe ſuperioritie, And the title of a King, is next vnder the degree of a God, For if he be worthie to be called valiant, That in his life winnes honour, and by his ſword winnes riches, Why now I with renowne of a ſouldier, which is neuer ſold but By waight, nor changed but by loſſe of life, I reapt not the gaine but the glorie, and ſince it becommeth A ſonne to maintaine the honor of his deceaſed father, Why ſhould not I hazard his dignitie by my brothers ſonnes? To be baſer then▪ I diſdaine, And to be more then Protector, the law deny, Why my father got the Crowne, my brother won the Crowne, And I will weare the Crowne, Or ile make them hop without their crownes that denies me: Haue I remoued ſuch logs out of my ſight, as my brother Clarēce And king Henry the ſixt, to ſuffer a child to ſhadow me, Nay more, my nephew to disinherit me, Yet moſt of all, to be releaſed from the yoke of my brother As I terme it, to become ſubiect to his ſonne, No death nor hell ſhal not withhold me, but as I rule I wil raign, And ſo raign that the proudeſt enemy ſhall not abide The ſharpeſt ſhoure. Why what are the babes but a puffe of Gun-pouder? a marke for the ſoldiers, food for fiſhes, Or lining for beds, deuices enough to make them away, Wherein I am reſolute, and determining, needs no counſell, Ho, whoſe within? May it pleaſe your Maieſtie. Ha villaine, Maieſtie. I ſpeake but vpon that which ſhalbe my good Lord. But whats he with thee? A Meſſenger with a letter from the right honourale The Duke of Buckingham. Sirra giue place. Ah how this title of Maieſtie, animates me to my purpoſe, Riſe man, regard no fall, haply this letter brings good lucke, May it be, or is it poſſible, Doth Fortune ſo much fauour my happineſſe▪ That I no ſooner deuiſe, but ſhe ſets abroach? Or doth ſhe but to trie me, that raiſing me aloft, My fall may be the greater, well laugh on ſweete change, Be as be may, I will neuer feare colours nor regard ruth, Valour brings fame, and fame conqueres death. Perciuall. My Lord.