The Reign of King Edward the Third · chunk 11 of 39
Anonymous / Shakespeare, William · published 1596 · first performed or written 1590 [c.1590-1595] (Annals) history · Derby's (Strange's) Men (?) unassigned nearest T1 Death, grief and revenge · 489 words
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Far be it from the honour of my age, That I should owe bright gold and render lead, Age is a cynic, not a flatterer, I say again, that I if knew your grief, And that by me it may be lessened, My proper harm should buy your highness good, These are the vulgar tenders of false men, That never pay the duty of their words, Thou wilt not stick to swear what thou hast said, But when thou knowest my griefs condition, This rash disgorged vomit of thy word, Thou wilt eat up again and leave me helpless. By heaven I will not though your majesty, Did bid me run upon your sword and die Say that my grief is no way medicinable, But by the loss and bruising of thine honour, If nothing but that loss may vantage you, I would accomplish that loss my vantage to, Thinkst that thou canst answer thy oath again, I cannot nor I would not if I could. But if thou dost what shall I say to thee, What may be said to any perjured villain, That break the sacred warrant of an oath, What wilt thou say to one that breaks an oath, That he hath broke his faith with God and man, And from them both stands excommunicate, What office were it to suggest a man, To break a lawful and religious vow. An office for the devil not for man, That destilles office must thou do for me, Or break thy oath or cancel all the bonds, Of love and duty twixt thyself and me, And therefore Warwick if thou art thyself, The Lord and master of thy word and oath, Go to thy daughter and in my behalf, Command her, woo her, win her any wares, To be my mistress and my secret love, I will not stand to hear thee make reply, Thy oath break hers or let thy sovereign die. O doting King, or detestable office, Well may I tempt myself to wrong myself, When he hath sworn me by the name of God, To break a vow made by the name of God, What if I swear by this right hand of mine, To cut this right hand of the better way, Were to profane the Idol then confound it, But neither will I do I'll keep mine oath, And to my daughter make a recantation, Of all the virtue I have preached to her, I'll say she must forget her husband Salisbury, If she remember to embrace the king, I'll say an oath may easily be broken, But not so easily pardoned being broken: I'll say it is true charity to love, But not true love to be so charitable; I'll say his greatness may bear out the shame, But not his kingdom can buy out the sin; I'll say it is my duty to persuade, But not her honesty to give consent.
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Far be it from the honor of my age, That I ſhould owe bright gould and render lead, Age is a cyncke, not a flatterer, I ſaye againe, that I if knew your griefe, And that by me it may be leſned, My proper harme ſhould buy your highnes good, Theſe are the vulger tenders of falſe men, That neuer pay the duetie of their words, Thou wilt not ſticke to ſweare what thou haſt ſaid, But when thou knoweſt my greifes condition, This raſh diſgorged vomit of thy word, Thou wilt eate vp againe and leaue me helples. By heauen I will not though your maieſtie, Did byd me run vpon your ſworde and di Say that my greefe is no way dicinable, But by the loſſe and bruiſing e honour, Yf nothing but that loſſe may vantage you, I would accompliſh that loſſe my vauntage to, Thinkſt that thou canſt anſwere thy oth againe, I cannot nor I would not if I could. But if thou doſt hat ſhal I ſay to thee, What may be ſaid to anie periurd villane, That breake the ſacred warrant of an oath, What wilt thou ſay to one that breaks an othe, That hee hath broke his faith with God and man, And from them both ſtandes excommunicat, What office were it to ſuggeſt a man, To breake a lawfull and religious vowe. An office for the deuill not for man, That deſtilles office muſt thou do for me, Or breake thy oth or cancell all the bonde, Of loue and duetie twixt thy ſelf and mee, And therefore Warwike if thou art thy ſelfe, The Lord and maſter of thy word and othe, Go to thy daughter and in my behalfe, Comaund her, woo her, win her wares, To be my miſtres and my ſecret loue, I will not ſtand to heare thee make reply, Thy oth breake hers or let thy ſouereigne dye. O doting King, or deteſtable office, Well may I tempt my ſelf to wrong my ſelf, When he hath ſworne me by the name of God, To breake a vowe made by the name of God, What if I ſweare by this right hand of mine, To cut this right hande of the better waie, Were to prophaine the Idoll then confound it, But neither will I do Ile keepe myne oath, And to my daughter make a recantation, Of all the vertue I haue preacht to her, Ile ſay ſhe muſt forget her huand Salisbury, If ſhe remember to embrace the king, Ile ſay an othe may eaſily be broken, But not ſo eaſily pardoned being broken: Ile ſay it is ue charitie to loue, But not true loue to be ſo charitable; Ile ſay his greatnes may beare out the ſhame, But not his kingdome can buy out the ſinne; Ile ſay it is my duety to perſwade, But not her honeſtie to giue conſent.