The Reign of King Edward the Third · chunk 12 of 39
Anonymous / Shakespeare, William · published 1596 · first performed or written 1590 [c.1590-1595] (Annals) history · Derby's (Strange's) Men (?) unassigned nearest T53 The crown: kingship claimed, resigned an · 494 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T53: crown, king, state, life, lord, lords, live, queen, tullia, prince.
See where she comes, was never father had, Against his child, an embassage so bad. My Lord and father, I have sought for you: My mother and the Peers importune you, To keep in promise of his majesty. And do your best to make his highness merry. How shall I enter in this graceless arrant, I must not call her child, for where's the father, That will in such a suit seduce his child: Then wife of Salisbury shall I so begin: No he's my friend, and where is found the friend That will do friendship such endamagement: Neither my daughter, nor my dear friend's wife, I am not Warwick as thou thinkst I am, But an attorney from the Court of hell: That thus have housed my spirit in his form, To do a message to thee from the king: The mighty king of England dotes on thee: He that hath power to take away thy life, Hath power to take thy honour, than consent, To pawn thine honour rather than thy life; Honour is often lost and got again, But life once gone, hath no recovery: The Sun that withers hay doth nourish grass, The king that would distain thee, will advance thee. The Poets write that great Achilles' spear, Could heal the wound it made: the moral is, What mighty men misdo, they can amend: The Lion doth become his bloody jaws, And grace his foragement by being mild, When vassal fear lies trembling at his feet, The king will in his glory hide thy shame, And those that gaze on him to find out thee, Will lose their eyesight looking in the Sun: What can one drop of poison harm the Sea, Whose hugy vastures can digest the ill, And make it lose his operation: The kings great name will temper their misdeeds, And give the bitter portion of reproach: A sugared sweet, and most delicious taste: Besides it is no harm to do the thing, Which without shame, could not be left undone; Thus have I in his majesties behalf, appareled sin, in virtuous sentences, And dwell upon thy answer in his suit. Unnatural besiege, woe me unhappy, To have escaped the danger of my foes, And to be ten times worse injured by friends: Hath he no means to stain my honest blood, But to corrupt the author of my blood, To be his scandalous and vile solicitor: No marvel though the branches be then infected, When poison hath encompassed the root: No marvel though the leprous infant die, When the stern dame envenometh the Dug: Why then give sin a passport to offend, And youth the dangerous reign of liberty: Blot out the strict forbidding of the law, And cancel every cannon that prescribes, A shame for shame, or penance for offence, No let me die, if his too boisterous will, Will have it so, before I will consent, To be an actor in his graceless lust.
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See where ſhe comes, was neuer father had, Againſt his child, an embaſſage ſo bad. My Lord and father, I haue ſought for you: My mother and the Peeres importune you, To keepe in promiſe of his maieſtie. And do your beſt to make his highnes merrie. How ſhall I enter in this graceleſſe arrant, I muſt not call her child, for wheres the father, That will in ſuch a ſute ſeduce his child: Then wife of Salisbury ſhall I ſo begin: No hees my friend, and where is found the friend That will doe friendſhip ſuch indammagement: Neither my daughter, nor my deare friends wife, I am not Warwike as thou thinkſt I am, But an atturnie from the Court of hell: That thus haue houſd my ſpirite in his forme, To do a meſſage to thee from the king: The mighty king of England dotes on thee: He that hath power to take away thy life, Hath power to take thy honor, then conſent, To pawne thine honor rather then thy life; Honor is often loſt and got againe, But life once gon, hath no recouerie: The Sunne that withersheye goth nouriſh graſſe, The king that would diſtaine thee, will aduance thee. The Poets write that great Achilles ſpeare, Could heale the wound it made: the morrall is, What mighty men miſdoo, they can amend: The Lyon doth become his bloody iawes, And grace his orragement by being milde, When vaſſell feare lies trembling at his feete, The king will in his glory hide thy ſhame, And thoſe that gaze on him to finde out thee, Will looſe their eie-ſight looking in the Sunne: What can one drop of poyſon harme the Sea, Whoſe hugie vaſtures can digeſt the ill, And make it looſe his operation: The kings great name will temper their miſdeeds, And giue the bitter portion of reproch: A ſugred ſweet, and moſt delitious taſt: Beſides it is no harme to do the thing, Which without ſhame, could not be left vndone; Thus haue I in his maieſties behalfe, Apparraled ſin, in vertuous ſentences, And dwel vpon thy anſwere in his ſute. Vnnaturall beſeege, woe me vnhappie, To haue eſcapt the danger of my foes, And to be ten times worſe inerd by friends: Hath he no meanes to ſtayne my honeſt blood, But to corrupt the author of my blood, To be his ſcandalous and vile ſoliciter: No maruell though the braunches be then infected, When poyſon hath encompaſſed the roote: No maruell though the leprous infant dye, When the ſterne dame inuennometh the Dug: Why then giue ſinne a paſport to offend, And youth the dangerous reigne of liberty: Blot out the ſtrict forbidding of the law, And cancell euery cannon that preſcribes, A ſhame for ſhame, or pennance for offence, No let me die, if his too boyſtrous will, Will haue it ſo, before I will conſent, To be an actor in his graceleſſe luſt.