Shakespeare, William · published 1597 · first performed or written 1595 (Annals) tragedy; history · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men unassigned nearest T14 Royal love, favour and dynastic relation · 499 words
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And make some pretty match with shedding tears, As thus to drop them still upon one place, Till they have fretted us a pair of graves Within the earth, and therein laid; there lies Two kinsmen digged their graves with weeping eyes▪ Would not this ill do well? well well I see, I talk but idly, and you laugh at me. Most mighty Prince my Lord Northumberland, What says king Bullingbroke, will his majesty Give Richard leave to live till Richard die, You make a leg and Bullingbroke says I. My Lord, in the base court he doth attend, To speak with you, may it please you to come down. Down, down I come, like glistering Phaeton: Wanting the manage of unruly jades. In the base court, base court where Kings grow base, To come at traitors calls, and do them grace, In the base court come down: down court, down King, For nightowles shriek where mounting larks should sing. What says his majesty? Sorrow and grief of heart, Makes him speak fond like a frantic man, Yet he is come. Stand all apart, And show fair duty to his Majesty: My gracious Lord. fair cousin, you debase your princely knee, To make the base earth proud with kissing it: Me rather had my heart might feel your love, Then my unpleased eye see your courtesy: Up cousin up, your heart is up I know, Thus high at least, although your knee be low. My gracious Lord, I come but for mine own▪ Your own is yours, and I am yours and all. So far be mine my most redoubted Lord, As my true service shall deserve your love. Well you deserve: they well deserve to have, That know the strongest and surest way to get▪ Uncle give me your hands, nay dry your eyes, Tears show their love, but want their remedies. Cousin I am to young to be your Father▪ Though you are old enough to be my heir, What you will have, I'll give, and willing to, For do we must, what force will have us do: Set on towards London, cozen is it so? Yea my good Lord: Then I must not say no. What sport shall we devise here in this garden, To drive away the heavy thought of care? Madam we'll play at bowls. 'twil make me think the world is full of rubs, And that my fortune runs against the bias. Madam we'll dance. My legs can keep no measure in delight, When my poor heart no measure keeps in grief: therefore no dancing girl, some other sport. Madam we'll tell tales. Of sorrow or of grief. Of either Madam. Of neither girl: For if of joy, being altogether wanting, It doth remember me the more of sorrow: Or if of grief, being altogether had, It adds more sorrow to my want of joy: For what I have I need not to repeat, And what I want it boots not to complain.
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And make some prety match with sheading teares, As thus to drop them still vpon one place, Till they haue fretted vs a paire of graues Within the earth, and therein laide; there lies Two kinsmen digd their graues with weeping eies▪ Would not this ill do well? well well I see, I talke but idlely, and you laugh at me. Most mightie Prince my Lord Northumberland, What saies king Bullingbroke, will his maiestie Giue Richard leaue to liue till Richard dye, You make a leg and Bullingbroke saies I. My Lord, in the base cout he doth attend, To speake with you, may it please you to come downe. Downe, downe I come, like glistring Phaeton: Wanting the manage of vnrulie Iades. In the base court, base court where Kinges growe base, To come at traitors calls, and do them grace, In the base court come downe: downe court, downe King, For nightowles shreeke where mounting larkes should sing. What saies his maiestie? Sorrowe and greife of hart, Makes him speake fondly like a frantike man, Yet he is come. Stand all apart, And shew faire dutie to his Maiestie: My gratious Lord. faire coosen, you debase your princely knee, To make the base earth proud with kissing it: Me rather had my hart might feele your loue, Then my vnpleased eie see your curtesie: Vp coosen vp, your hart is vp I knowe, Thus high at least, although your knee be lowe. My gratious Lord, I come but for mine owne▪ Your owne is yours, and I am yours and all. So farre be mine my most redoubted Lord, As my true seruice shall deserue your loue. Well you deserue: they well deserue to haue, That know the strong'st and surest way to get▪ Vncle giue me your handes, ay drie your eies, Teares shew their loue, but want their remedies. Coosen I am to yong to be your Father▪ Though you are old enough to be my heire, What you will haue, Ile giue, and willing to, For doe we must, what force will haue vs doe: Set on towards London, Cosen is it so? Yea my good Lord: Then I must not say no. What sport shall we deuie hee in this garden, To driue away the heauy thought of care? Madame weele play at bowles. Twil make me thinke the world is full of rubs, And that my fortune runs against the bas. Madame weele daunce. My legs can keepe no measure in delight, When my poore hart no measure keepes in griefe: Thefore no dauncing girle, some other sport. Madame weele tell tales. Of sorrow or of griefe. Of either Madame. Of neither girle: For if of ioy, being altogither wanting, It doth remember me the more of sorrow: Or if of griefe, being altogither had, It adds more sorrow to my want of ioy: For what I haue I need not to repeate, And what I want it bootes not to complaine.