Shakespeare, William · published 1597 · first performed or written 1595 (Annals) tragedy; history · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men unassigned nearest T42 English historical figures: a mixed clus · 493 words
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Now swallow down that lie. For Glocesters death, I slew him not but to my own disgrace, Neglected my sworn duty in that case: For you my noble Lord of Lancaster, The honourable father to my foe, Once did I lay an ambush for your life, A trespass that doth vex my grieved soul: Ah but ere I last received the Sacrament, I did confess it, and exactly begged Your grace's pardon, and I hope I had it. This is my fault, as for the rest appealed It issues from the rancour of a villain, A recreant and most degenerate traitor, Which in myself I bodily will defend, And interchangeably hurl down my gage Upon this over weening traitors foot, To prove myself a loyal Gentleman▪ Even in the best blood chambered in his bosom, In haste whereof most heartily I pray Your highness to assign our trial day. Wrath kindled gentleman be ruled by me, let's purge this choler without letting blood, This we prescribe though no Physician, Deep malice makes too deep incision, Forget, forgive, conclude and be agreed, Our doctors say, this is no month to bleed▪ Good Uncle let this end where it begun, we'll calm the Duke of Norfolk, you your son. To be a make-peace shall become my age, Throw down (my son) the Duke of Norfolk's gage. And Norfolk throw down his. When Harry? when obedience bids▪ Obedience bids I should not bid again. Norfolk throw down we bid, there is no boot. Myself I throw dread sovereign at thy foot, My life thou shalt command, but not my shame, The one my duty owes, 〈…〉 To dark dishonours use thou shalt not have: I am disgraced, impeached, and baffled here, Pierced to the soul with Slanders venomed spear, The which no balm can cure but his heart blood Which breathed this poison. Rage's must be withstood, Give me his gage; Lions make Leopards tame. Yea but not change his spots: take but my shame, And I resign my gage, my dear dear Lord, The purest treasure mortal times afford, Is spotless Reputation that away Men are but guilded loam, or painted clay. A jewel in a ten times bar up chest, Is a bold spirit in a loyal breast: Mine honour is my life, both grow in one, Take honour from me, and my life is done: Then (dear my Liege) mine honour let me try. In that I live, and for that will I die. Cousin, throw up your gage, do you begin. O God defend my soul from such deep sin, Shall I seem Crestfallen in my father's sight? Or with pale beggar-feare impeach my height, Before this out-darde Dastard? ere my tongue Shall wound my honour with such feeble wrong, Or sound so base a parley, my teeth shall tear The slavish motive of recanting fear, And spit it bleeding in his high disgrace, Where Shame doth harbour even in Mowbraies face.
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Now swallow downe that lie. For Glocesters death, I slewe him not but to my owne disgrace, Neglected my sworne duety in that case: For you my noble Lord of Lancaster, The honourable father to my foe, Once did I lay an ambushe for your life, A trespasse that doth vex my grieued soule: Ah but ere I last receiude the Sacrament, I did confesse it, and exactly begd Your graces pardon, and I hope I had it. This is my fault, as for the rest appeald It issues from the rancour of a villaine, A recreant and most degenerate traitour, Which in my selfe I bodly will defende, And enterchangeably hurle downe my gage Vpon this ouer weening traitors foote, To proue my selfe a loyal Gentleman▪ Euen in the best bloud chamberd in his bosome, In haste wherof most hartily I pray Your highnes to assigne our triall day. Wrath kindled gentleman be ruled by , Lets purge this choler without letting bloud, This we prescribe though no Phisition, Deepe malice makes too deepe incision, Forget, forgiue, conclude and be agreed, Our doctors say, this is no month to bleede▪ Good Vnckle let this ende where it begonne, Weele calme the Duke of Norfolke, you your sonne. To be a make-peace shal become my age, Throw downe (my soune) the Duke of Norfolkes gage. And Norfolke throw downe his. When Harry? obedience bids▪ Obedience bids I should not bid againe. Norfolke throw downe we bid, there is no boote. My selfe I throw dread soue raigne at thy foote, My life thou shalt command, but not my shame, The one my duety owes, To darke dishours vse thou shalt not haue: I am disgraste, impeacht, and bffuld heere, Pierst to the soule with Slaunders venomd speare, The which no balme can cure but his heart bloud Which breathde this poyson. Rage ust be withstoode, Giue me his gage; Lions make Leopards tame. Yea but not change his spots: take but my shame, And I resigne my gage, my deare deare Lord, The purest treasure mortall times afford, Is spotlesse Reputation that away Men are but guilded loame, or painted clay. A iewell in a ten times bard vp chest, Is a bold spirit in a loyall breast: Mine honour is my life, both grow in one, Take honour from me, and my life is done: Then (deare my Liege) mine honour let me trie. In that I liue, and for that will I die. Coosin, throw vp your gage, do you beginne. O God defend my soule from such deepe sinne, Shall I seeme Crest-fallen in my fathers sight? Or with pale beggar-feare impeach my height, Before this out-darde Dastard? ere my tong Shall wound my honour with such feeble wrong, Or sound so base a parlee, my teeth shall teare The slauish motiue of recanting feare, And spit it bleeding in his high disgrace, Where Shame doth harbour euen in Mowbraies face.