The Reign of King Edward the Third · chunk 13 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 · 506 words
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Why now thou speakst as I would have thee speak, And mark how I unsay my words again, An honourable grave is more esteemed, Than the polluted closet of a king, The greater man, the greater is the thing, Be it good or bad that he shall undertake, An unreputed mote, flying in the Sun, Presents a greater substance than it is: The freshest summers day doth soonest taint, The loathed carrion that it seems to kiss: Deep are the blows made with a mighty Axe, That sin doth ten times aggravate itself, That is committed in a holy place, An evil deed done by authority, Is sin and subornation: Deck an Ape In tissue, and the beauty of the rob, Adds but the greater scorn unto the beast: A spacious field of reasons could I urge, Between his gloomy daughter and thy shame, That poison shows worst in a golden cup, Dark night seems darker by the lightning flash, Lilies that fester, smell far worse than weeds, And every glory that inclines to sin, The shame is treble, by the opposite, So leave I with my blessing in thy bosom, Which then convert to a most heavy curse, When thou convertest from honours golden name, To the black faction of bed blotting, shame. ills follow thee, and when my mind turns so, My body sink, my soul in endless woe. Thrice noble Audley, well encountered here, How is it with our sovereign and his peers? 'tis full a fortnight since I saw his highness, What time he sent me forth to muster men, Which I accordingly have done and bring them hither, In fair array before his majesty: What news my Lord of Derby from the Emperor. As good as we desire: the Emperor Hath yielded to his highness friendly aid, And makes our king lieutenant general In all his lands and large dominions, Then via for the spacious bounds of France; What doth his highness leap to hear these news? I have not yet found time to open them, The king is in his closet malcontent, For what I know not, but he gave in charge, Till after dinner, none should interrupt him: The Countess Salisbury, and her father Warwick, Artoyes, and all look underneath the brows. Undoubtedly then some thing is a miss. The Trumpets sound, the king is now abroad, Here comes his highness. Befall my sovereign, all my sovereign's wish, Ah that thou wert a Witch to make it so. The Emperor greeteth you. Would it were the Countess. And hath accorded to your highness suit, Thou liest she hath not, but I would she had, All love and duty to my Lord the King. Well all but one is none, what news with you? I have my liege, levied those horse and foot, According as your charge, and brought them hither. Then let those foot trudge hence upon those horse, According too our discharge and be gone: Derby I'll look upon the Countess mind anon, The Countess mind my liege.
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Why now thou ſpeakſt as I would haue thee ſpeake, And marke how I vnſaie my words againe, An honorable graue is more eſteemd, Then the polluted cloſet of a king, The greater man, the greater is the thing, Be it good or bad that he ſhall vndertake, An vnreputed mote, flying in the Sunne, Preſents a greater ſubſtaunce then it is: The freſheſt ſummers day doth ſooneſt taint, The lothed carrion that it ſeemes to kiſſe: Deepe are the blowes made with a mightie Axe, That ſinne doth ten times agreuate it ſelfe, That is committed in a holie place, An euill deed done by authoritie, Is ſin and ſubbornation: Decke an Ape In tiſſue, and the beautie of the robe, Adds but the greater ſcorne vnto the beaſt: A ſpatious field of reaſons could I vrge, Betweene his gloomie daughter and thy ſhame, That poyſon ſhewes worſt in a golden cup, Darke night ſeemes darker by the lightning flaſh, Lillies that feſter, ſmel far worſe then weeds, And euery glory that inclynes to ſin, The ſhame is treble, by the oppoſite, So leaue I with my bleſſing in thy boſome, Which then conuert to a moſt heauie curſe, When thou conuerteſt from honors golden name, To the blacke faction of bed blotting, ſhame. Ils follow thee, and when my minde turnes ſo, My body ſinke, my ſoule in endles woo. Thrice noble Audley, well incountred heere, How is it with our ſoueraigne and his peeres? Tis full a fortnight ſince I ſaw his highnes, What time he ſent me forth to muſter men, Which I accordingly haue done and bring them hither, In faire aray before his maieſtie: What newes my Lord of Derby from the Emperor. As good as we deſire: the Emperor Hath yeelded to his highnes friendly ayd, And makes our king leiuetenant generall In all his lands and large dominions, Then via for the ſpatious bounds of Fraunce; What doth his highnes leap to heare theſe newes? I haue not yet found time to open them, The king is in his cloſet malcontent, For what I know not, but he gaue in charge, Till after dinner, none ſhould interrupt him: The Counteſſe Salisbury, and her father Warwike, Artoyes, and all looke vnderneath the browes. Vndoubtedly then ſome thing is a miſſe. The Trumpets ſound, the king is now abroad, Hhere comes his highnes. Befall my ſoueraigne, all my ſoueraignes wiſh, Ah that thou wert a Witch to make it ſo. The Emperour greeteth you. Would it were the Counteſſe. And th accorded to your highnes ſuite, Thou lyeſt ſhe hath not, but I would ſhe had, All loue and duety to my Lord the King. Well all but one is none, what newes with you? I haue my liege, leuied thoſe horſe and foote, According as your charge, and brought them hither. Then let thoſe foote trudge hence vpon thoſe horſe, According too our diſcharge and be gonne: Darby Ile looke vpon the Counteſſe minde anone, The Counteſſe minde my liege.