Shakespeare, William · published 1597 · first performed or written 1595 (Annals) tragedy; history · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men unassigned nearest T43 York and Lancaster: dynastic claims and · 506 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T43: henry, king, richard, warwick, york, edward, father, duke, crown, son.
Oh my liege, pardon me if you please, If not I pleased not to be pardoned, am content with all, Seek you to seize and gripe into your hands The royalties and rights of banished Hereford: Is not Gaunt dead? and doth not Here ford live? Was not Gaunt just? and is not Harrie true? Did not the one deserve to have an heir? Is not his heir a well deserving son? Take Herefordes rights away, and take from time His charters▪ and his cust omarie rights; Let not to morrow then ensue to day: Be not thyself. For how art thou a King But by fair sequence and succession? Now afore God God forbid I say true, If you do wrongfully seize Hereford's rights, Call in the letters patents that he hath By his attourneys general to sue His livery, and deny his offered homage, You pluck a thousand dangers on your head, You lose a thousand well disposed hearts, And prick my tender patience to those thoughts. Which honour, and allegiance cannot think. Think what you will, we cease into our hands His plate, his goods, his money and his lands. I'll not be by the while, my liege farewell, What will ensue hereof there's none can tell: But by bad courses may be understood That their events can never fall out good. Go Bushie to the Earl of Wiltshire strait. Bid him repair to us to Ely house, To see this business: to morrow next We will for Ireland, and 'tis time I trow, And we create in absence of ourself, Our Uncle York Lord governor of England; For he is just, and always loved us well: Come on our Queen, to morrow must we part, Be merry, for our time of stay is short. Well Lords, the Duke of Lancaster is dead. And living to, for now his son is Duke. Barely in title, not in revenues. Richly in both if justice had her right. My heart is great, but it must break with silence, Eart be disburdened with a liberal tongue. Nay speak thy mind, & let him near speak more That speaks thy words again to do thee harm. Tends that thou wouldst speak to the Duke of Herford If it be so, out with it boldly man. Quicke is mine ear to hear of good towards him. No good at all that I can do for him, unless you call it good to pity him, Bereft, and gelded of his patrimony. Now afore God 'tis shame such wrongs are borne, In him a royal Prince and many more, Of noble blood in this declining land, The King is not himself, but basely led By flatterers, and what they will inform, Merely in hate 'gainst any of us all, That will the King severely prosecute, 'Gainst us, our lives, our children, and our heirs. The commons hath he piled with grievous taxes, And quite lost their hearts▪ The nobles hath he find, For ancient quarrels and quite lost their hearts.
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Oh my liege, pardone me if you please, If not I pleasd not to be pardoned, am content with all, Seeke you to seaze and gripe into your hands The roialties and rights of banisht Hereford: Is not Gaunt dead? and doth not Here ford liue? Was not Gaunt iust? and is not Harrie true? Did not the one deserue to haue an heire? Is not his heire a well deseruing sonne? Take Herefordes rightes away, and take from time His charters▪ and his cust omarie rightes; Let not to morrow then ensue to dae: Be not thy selfe. For how at thou a King But by faire sequence and succession? Now afore God God forbidde I say true, If you doe wrongfully seaze Herefords rightes, Call in the letters patents that he hath By his attourneies generall to sue His liuery, and deny his offred homage, You plucke a thousand dangers on your head, You loose a thousand well disposed hearts, And pricke my tender patience to those thoughts. Which honour, and alleageance cannot thinke. Thinke what you wil, we cease into our hands His plate, his goods, his money and his landes. Ile not be by the while, my liege farewell, What will ensue hereof thers none can tell: But by bad courses may be vnderstood That their euents can neuer fall out good. Go Bushie to the Earle of Wiltshire straight. Bid him repaire to vs to Ely house, To see this bunes: to morrow next We will for Ireland, and tis time I trow, And we create in absence of our selfe, Our Vnckle Yorke Lord gouernour of England; For he is iust, and alwaies loued vs well: Come on our Queene, to morrow must we part, Be merry, for our time of staie is short. Well Lords, the Duke of Lancaster is dead. And liuing to, for now his sonne is Duke. Barely in title, not in reuenewes. Richly in both if iustice had her right. My heart is great, but it must breake with silence, Eart be disburdened with a liberall tongue. Nay speake thy mind, & let him nere speake mor That speakes thy words againe to doe thee harme. Tends that thou wouldst speake to the Duke of Herford If it be so, out with it boldly man. Quicke is mine eare to heare of good towards him. No good at all that I can doe for him, Vnless you call it good to pitty him, Bereft, and gelded of his patrimony. Now afore God tis shame such wrongs are borne, In him a royall Prince and many mo, Of noble bloud in this declining land, The King is not himselfe, but basely led By flatterers, and what they will informe, Meerely in hate gainst any of vs all, That will the King seuerely prosecute, Gainst vs, our liues, our children, and our heires. The commons hath he pild with grieous taxes, And quite lost their hearts▪ The nobles hath he finde, For ancient quarrels and quite lost their hearts.