Shakespeare, William · published 1597 · first performed or written 1595 (Annals) tragedy; history · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men unassigned nearest T18 Rebels, barons and the king's wars at ho · 553 words
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Return again, and take an oath with thee, Lay on our royal sword your banished hands, Swear by the duty that y'owe to God, (Our part therein we banish with yourselves,) To keep the oath that we administer: You never shall, so help you truth and God, Embrace each others love in banishment, Nor never look upon each others face, Nor never write, regreet, nor reconcile This lowering tempest of your homebred hate, Nor never by advised purpose meet, To plot, contrive, or complot any ill, 'Gainst us, our state, our subjects, or our land. I swear. And I, to keep all this. Norfolk, so far as to mine enemy: By this time, had the King permitted us, One of our souls had wandered in the air▪ Banished this frail sepulchre of our flesh. As now our flesh is banished from this land, Confess thy treasons ere thou fly the realm, Since thou hast far to go, bear not along The clogging burden of a guilty soul. No Bullingbrooke, if ever I were traitor, My name be blotted from the book of life, And I from heaven banished as from hence: But what thou art, God, thou, and I, do know, And all too soon (I fear) the King shall rue: Farewell (my Liege) now no way can I stray, Save back to England all the worlds my way. Uncle, even in the glasses of thine eyes, I see thy grieved heart: thy sad aspect Hath from the number of his banished years Plucked four away, six frozen winters spent, Return with welcome home from banishment. How long a time lies in one little word. Four lagging winters and four wanton springs, End in a word, such is the breath of Kings. I thank my liege that in regard of me, He shortens four years of my sons exile, But little vantage shall I reap thereby: For ear the six years that he hath to spend Can change their moons, and bring their times about, My oil-dried lamp, and time bewasted light Shall be extint with age and endless nights, My intch of taper will be burnt and done, And blindfold Death not let me see my son. Why Uncle thou hast many years to live. But not a minute King that thou canst give, Shorten my days thou canst with sullen sorrow, And pluck nights from me, but not lend a morrow: Thou canst help time to furrow me with age, But stop no wrinkle in his pilgrimage: Thy word is currant with him for my death, But dead, thy kingdom cannot buy my breath. Thy son is banished upon good advise, Whereto thy tongue a party verdict gave, Why at our justice seemest thou then to lower? Things sweet to taste, prove in digestion sour. You urged me as a judge, but I had rather, You would have bid me argue like a father: Oh had't been a stranger, not my child, To smooth his fault I should have been more mild: A partial slander sought I to avoid, And in the sentence my own life destroyed: Alas, I looked when some of you should say, I was too strict to make mine own away: But you gave leave to my unwilling tongue, Against my will to do myself this wrong.
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Returne againe, and take an othe with thee, Lay on our royall sword your banisht hands, Sweare by the duty that y'owe to God, (Our part therein we banish with your selues,) To keepe the oath that we administer: You neuer shall, so helpe you truth and God, Embrace each others loue in banishment, Nor neuer looke vpon each others face, Nor neuer write, regreete, nor reconcile This lowring tempest of your home-bred hate, Nor neuer by aduised purpose meete, To plot, contriue, or complot any ill, Gainst vs, our state, our subiects, or our land. I sweare. And I, to keepe al this. Norffolke, so fare as to mine enemy: By this time, had the King permitted vs, One of our soules had wandred in the aire▪ Banisht this fraile sepulchre of our flesh. As now our flesh is banisht from this land, Confesse thy treasons ere thou flie the realme, Since thou hast far to go, beare not along The clogging burthen of a guiltie soule. No Bullingbrooke, if euer I were traitour, My name be blotted from the booke of life, And I from heauen banisht as from hence: But what thou art, God, thu, and I, do know, And al too soone (I feare) the King shall rew: Farewell (my Liege) now no way can I stray, Saue backe to England al the worlds my way. Vncle, euen in the glasses of thine eyes, I see thy grieued heart: thy sad aspect Hath from the number of his banisht yeeres Pluckt foure away, sixe frozen winters spent, Returne with welcome home from banishment. How long a time lies in one little word. Foure lagging winters and foure wanton springes, End in a word, such is the breath of Kinges. I thanke my liege that in regard of me, He shortens foure yeares of my sonnes exile, But little vantage shall I reape thereby: For eare the sixe yeares that he hath to spend Can change their moones, and bring their times about, My ole-dried lampe, and time bewasted light Shall be extint with age and endlesse nightes, My intch of taper will be burnt and done, And blindfold Death not let me see my sonne. Why Vnckle thou hast many yeares to liue. But not a minute King that thou canst giue, Shorten my daies thou canst with sullen sorrowe, And plucke nights from me, but not lend a morrow: Thou canst helpe time to furrow me with age, But stoppe no wrinckle in his pilgrimage: Thy word is currant with him for my death, But dead, thy kingdome cannot buy my breath. Thy sonne is banisht vpon good aduise, Whereto thy tong a party verdict gaue, Why at our iustice seemst thou then to lowre? Things sweet to taste, prooue in digestion sowre. You vrgde me as a iudge, but I had rather, You would haue bid me argue like a father: Oh had't beene a stranger, not my child, To smooth his fault I should haue beene more milde: A partial slaunder sought I to auoide, And in the sentence my owne life destroyed: Alas, I lookt when some of you should say, I was too strict to make mine owne away: But you gaue leaue to my vnwilling tongue, Against my will to do my selfe this wrong.