Marlowe, Christopher · published 1594 · first performed or written 1592 [1591-1593] (Annals) history · Pembroke's Men T31 Popes, cardinals and the crown typicality 0.84 · 500 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T31: cardinal, pope, king, lord, majesty, holy, rome, france, church, lords.
Anger and wrathful fury stops my speech. Why are you moved, be patient my lord, And see what we your counsellors have done. My lords, now let us all be resolute, And either have our wills, or lose our lives. Meet you for this, proud overdaring peers, Ere my sweet Gaveston shall part from me, This I'll shall fleet upon the Ocean, And wander to the unfrequented Ind. You know that I am legate to the Pope, On your allegiance to the see of Rome, Subscribe as we have done to his exile. Curse him, if he refuse, and then may we Depose him and elect another king. I there it goes, but yet I will not yield, Curse me, depose me, do the worst you can. Then linger not my lord but do it straight. Remember how the Bishop was abused, Either banish him that was the cause thereof. Or I will presently discharge these lords, Of duty and allegiance due to thee. It boots me not to threat, I must speak fair, The Legate of the Pope will be obeyed: My lord, you shallbe Chancellor of the realm, Thou Lancaster, high admiral of our fleet, Young Mortimer and his uncle shallbe earls, And you lord Warwick, president of the North, And thou of Wales, if this content you not, Make several kingdoms of this monarchy, And share it equally amongst you all, So I may have some nook or corner left, To frolic with my dearest Gaveston. Nothing shall alter us, we are resolved. Come, come, subscribe. Why should you love him, whom the world hates so? Because he loves me more than all the world: Ah none but rude and savage minded men, Would seek the ruin of my Gaveston, You that be noble borne should pity him. You that are princely borne should shake him off, For shame subscribe, and let the loon depart. Urge him my lord. Are you content to banish him the realm? I see I must, and therefore am content, In steed of ink, i'll write it with my tears. The king is lovesick for his minion. 'tis done, and now accursed hand fall off. Give it me, i'll have it published in the streets. I'll see him presently dispatched away. Now is my heart at ease. And so is mine. This will be good news to the common sort. Be it or no, he shall not linger here. How fast they run to banish him I love, They would not stir, were it to do me good: Why should a king be subject to a priest? Proud Rome, that hatchest such imperial grooms, For these thy superstitious taperlights, Wherewith thy antichristian churches blaze, I'll fire thy crazed buildings, and enforce The papal towers, to kiss the lowly ground, With slaughtered priests may Tiber's channel swell And banks raised higher with their sepulchres: As for the peers that back the clergy thus, If I be king, not one of them shall live.
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Anger and wrathfull furie stops my speech. VVhy are you moou'd, be patient my lord, And see what we your councellers haue done. My lords, now let vs all be resolute, And either haue our wils, or lose our liues. Meete you for this, proud ouerdaring peeres, Ere my sweete Gaueston shall part from me, This Ile shall fleete vpon the Ocean, And wander to the vnfrequented Inde. You know that I am legate to the Pope, On your allegeance to the sea of Rome, Subscribe as we haue done to his exile. Curse him, if he refuse, and then may we Depose him and elect an other king. I there it goes, but yet I will not yeeld, Curse me, depose me, doe the worst you can. Then linger not my lord but do it straight. Remember how the Bishop was abusde, Either banish him that was the cause thereof. Or I will presentlie discharge these lords, Of dutie and allegeance due to thee. It bootes me not to threat, I must speake faire, The Legate of the Pope will be obayd: My lord, you shalbe Chauncellor of the realme, Thou Lancaster, high admirall of our fleete, Yong Mortimer and his vnckle shalbe earles, And you lord VVarwick, president of the North, And thou of VVales, if this content you not, Make seuerall kingdomes of this monarchie, And share it equally amongst you all, So I may haue some nooke or corner left, To frolike with my deerest Gaueston. Nothing shall alter vs, wee are resolu'd. Come, come, subscribe. VVhy should you loue him, whome the world hates so? Because he loues me more then all the world: Ah none but rude and sauage minded men, VVould seeke the ruine of my Gaueston, You that be noble borne should pitie him. You that are princely borne should shake him off, For shame subscribe, and let the lowne depart. Vrge him my lord. Are you content to banish him the realme? I see I must, and therefore am content, In steede of inke, ile write it with my teares. The king is loue-sick for his minion. Tis done, and now accursed hand fall off. Giue it me, ile haue it published in the streetes. Ile see him presently dispatched away. Now is my heart at ease. And so is mine. This will be good newes to the common sort. Be it or no, he shall not linger here. How fast they run to banish him I loue, They would not stir, were it to do me good: Why should a king be subiect to a priest? Proud Rome, that hatchest such imperiall groomes, For these thy superstitious taperlights, Wherewith thy antichristian churches blaze, Ile fire thy crased buildings, and enforce The papall towers, to kisse the lowlie ground, With slaughtered priests may Tibers channell swell And bankes raisd higher with their sepulchers: As for the peeres that backe the cleargie thus, If I be king, not one of them shall liue.