Marlowe, Christopher · published 1594 · first performed or written 1592 [1591-1593] (Annals) history · Pembroke's Men T53 The crown: kingship claimed, resigned an typicality 0.86 · 488 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T53: crown, king, state, life, lord, lords, live, queen, tullia, prince.
Ah Leister, way, how hardly I can brook To lose my crown and kingdom, without cause, To give ambitious Mortimer my right, That like a mountain overwhelms my bliss. In which extreme my mind here murdered is: But what the heavens appoint, I must obey, Here, take my crown, the life of Edward too, Two kings in England cannot reign at once: But stay a while, let me be king till night, That I may gaze upon this glittering crown, So shall my eyes receive their last content, My head, the latest honour dew to it, And jointly both yield up their wished right. Continue ever thou celestial sun, Let never silent night possess this clime, Stand still you watches of the element, All times and seasons rest you at a stay, That Edward may be still fair England's king: But days bright beams doth vanish fast away, And needs I must resign my wished crown, In humane creatures, nursed with tiger's milk, Why gape you for your sovereign's overthrow? My diadem I mean, and guiltless life, See monsters see, i'll wear my crown again, What, fear you not the fury of your king? But hapless Edward, thou art fondly led, They pass not for thy frowns as late they did, But seeks to make a new elected king, Which fills my mind with strange despairing thoughts, Which thoughts are martyred with endless torments. And in this torment, comfort find I none, But that I feel the crown upon my head, And therefore let me wear it yet a while. My Lord, the parliament must have present news, And therefore say, will you resign or no. I'll not resign, but whilst I live, Traitors be gone, and join you with Mortimer, Elect, conspire, install, do what you will, Their blood and yours shall seal these treacheries. This answer we'll return, and so farewell. Call them again my lord, and speak them fair, For if they go, the prince shall lose his right. Call thou them back, I have no power to speak. My lord, the king is willing to resign. If he be not, let him choose. O would I might, but heavens & earth conspire To make me miserable: here receive my crown, Receive it? no, these innocent hands of mine Shall not be guilty of so foul a crime, He of you all that most desires my blood, And will be called the murderer of a king, Take it: what are you moved, pity you me? Then send for unrelenting Mortimer And Isabell, whose eyes been turned to steel, Will sooner sparkle fire then shed a tear: Yet stay, for rather than I will look on them, Here, here: now sweet God of heaven, Make me despise this transitory pomp, And sit for aye enthronized in heaven, Come death, and with thy fingers close my eyes, Or if I live, let me forget myself. My lord.
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Ah Leister, way, how hardly I can brooke To loose my crowne and kingdome, without cause, To giue ambitious Mortimer my right, That like a mountaine ouerwhelmes my blisse. In which extreame my minde here murthered is: But what the heauens appoint, I must obaye, Here, take my crowne, the life of Edward too, Two kings in England cannot raigne at once: But stay a while, let me be king till night, That I may gaze vpon this glittering crowne, So shall my eyes receiue their last content, My head, the latest honor dew to it, And ioyntly both yeeld vp their wished right. Continue euer thou celestiall sunne, Let neuer silent night possesse this clime, Stand still you watches of the element, All times and seasons rest you at a stay, That Edward may be still faire Englands king: But dayes bright beames dooth vanish fast away, And needes I must resigne my wished crowne, In humaine creatures, nurst with Tigers milke, Why gape you for your soueraignes ouerthrow? My diadem I meane, and guiltlesse life, See monsters see, ile weare my crowne againe, What, feare you not the furie of your king? But haplesse Edward, thou art fondly led, They passe not for thy frownes as late they did, But seekes to make a new elected king, Which fils my mind with strange despairing thoughts, Which thoughts are martyred with endles torments. And in this torment, comfort finde I none, But that I feele the crowne vpon my head, And therefore let me weare it yet a while. My Lorde, the parlement must haue present newes, And therefore say, will you resigne or no. Ile not resigne, but whilst I liue, Traitors be gon, and ioine you with Mortimer, Elect, conspire, install, do what you will, Their bloud and yours shall seale these treacheries. This answer weele returne, and so farewell. Call them againe my lorde, and speake them faire, For if they goe, the prince shall lose his right. Call thou them back, I haue no power to speake. My lord, the king is willing to resigne. If he be not, let him choose. O would I might, but heauens & earth conspire To make me miserable: heere receiue my crowne, Receiue it? no, these innocent hands of mine Shall not be guiltie of so foule a crime, He of you all that most desires my bloud, And will be called the murtherer of a king, Take it: what are you mooude, pitie you me? Then send for vnrelenting Mortimer And Isabell, whose eyes beene turnd to steele, Will sooner sparkle fire then shed a teare: Yet stay, for rather then I will looke on them, Heere, heere: now sweete God of heauen, Make me despise this transitorie pompe, And sit for aye inthronized in heauen, Come death, and with thy fingers close my eyes, Or if I liue, let me forget my selfe. My lorde.