The True Tragedy of Richard the Third · chunk 14 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 · 473 words
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I know my uncle will conceal no treason, or dangerous heresy from us. Yes secrets that are too subtle for babes, Alas my Lord you are a child, and they use you as a child: but they consult and conclude of such matters, as were we not careful, would prove prejudicial to your majesties person. Therefore let not your grace fear any thing by our determination, for as my authority is only under your grace, so shall my loyalty deserve hereafter the just recompense of a true subject, therefore I having charge from my brother your father, & our late deceased king, during the minority of your grace, I will use my authority as I see good. Ay me unhappy king. Nay let not your grace be dismayed for our imprisonment, but I would we could warrant your grace from harm, & so we humbly take our leaves of your grace, hoping that ere long we shall answer by law to the shame & disgrace of you all. Go, you shall answer it by law. But come uncle shall we to Lon. to our untimely coronation? What else and please your majesty, where by the way I will appoint trusty Officers about you. Sound Trumpet in this parley, God save the King. Richard. May it please your grace to show to your children the cause of your heaviness, that we knowing it, may be copartners of your sorrows. Ay me poor husbandless queen, & you poor fatherless princes. Good mother expect the living, and forget the dead. What though our father be dead, yet behold his children, the image of himself. Ay poor Princes, my mourning is for you and for your brother, who is gone up to an untimely crownation. Why mother he is a Prince, and in hands of our two uncles, Earl Rivers, & Lord Gray, who will no doubt be careful of his estate. I know they will, but kings have mortal enemies, as well as friends that esteem and regard them. A sweet children, when I am at rest my nightly dreams are dreadful. methinks as I lie in my bed, I see the league broken which was sworn at the death of your kingly father, 'tis this my children and many other causes of like importance, that makes your aged mother to lament as she doth. May it please your grace. A my son, no more grace, for I am so sore disgraced, that without God's grace, I fall into despair with myself, but who is this? What art thou that with thy ghastly looks presseth into sanctuary, to affright our mother Queen. A sweet Princes, doth my countenance bewray me? My news is doubtful and heavy. Then utter it to us, that our mother may not hear it. A yes my friend, speak whate'er it be.
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I know my vnckle will conceale no treaſon, or dangerous ſeereſie from vs. Yes ſecrets that are too ſubtil for babes, Alaſſe my Lord you are a child, and they vſe you as a child: but they conſult and conclude of ſuch matters, as were we not carefull, would proue preiudiciall to your Maieſties perſon. Therefore let not your grace feare any thing by our determination, for as my authoritie is onely vnder your grace, ſo ſhall my loyaltie deſerue hereafter the iuſt recompence of a true ſubiect, therefore I hauing charge frō my brother your father, & our late deceaſed king, during the minoritie of your grace, I wil vſe my authoritie as I ſee good. Ay me vnhappie king. Nay let not your grace be diſmaid for our impriſonmēt, but I would we could warrant your grace from harme, & ſo we humbly take our leaues of your grace, hoping that ere long we ſhall anſwer by law to the ſhame & diſgrace of you all. Go, you ſhall anſwere it by law. But come vnkle ſhal we to Lon. to our vntimely cronatiō? What elſe and pleaſe your maieſtie, where by the way I will appoint truſtie Officers about you. Sound Trumpet in this parley, God ſaue the King. Richard. May it pleaſe your grace to ſhew to your children the cauſe of your heauines, that we knowing it, may be copartners of your ſorrowes. Ay me poore husbandles queene, & you poore fatherleſſe princes. Good mother expect the liuing, and forget the dead. What tho our father be dead, yet behold his children, the image of himſelfe. Ay poore Princes, my mourning is for you and for your brother, who is gone vp to an vntimely crownation. Why mother he is a Prince, and in handes of our two vnckles, Earle Riuers, & Lord Gray, who wil no doubt be carefull of his eſtate. I know they will, but kings haue mortall enemies, as well as friends that eſteeme and regard them. A ſweet children, when I am at reſt my nightly dreames are dreadful. Me thinks as I lie in my bed, I ſee the league broken which was ſworne at the death of your kingly father, tis this my children and many other cauſes of like importance, that makes your aged mother to lament as ſhe doth. May it pleaſe your grace. A my ſon, no more grace, for I am ſo ſore diſgraced, that without Gods grace, I fall into diſpaire with my ſelfe, but who is this? What art thou that with thy gaſtly lookes preaſeth into ſanctuary, to affright our mother Queene. A ſweet Princes, doth my countenance bewray me? My newes is doubtfull and heauie. Then vtter it to vs, that our mother may not heare it. A yes my friend, ſpeake what ere it be.