Shakespeare, William · published 1597 · first performed or written 1595 (Annals) tragedy; history · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men unassigned nearest T53 The crown: kingship claimed, resigned an · 498 words
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Madam I'll sing. 'tis well that thou hast cause, But thou shouldst please me better, wouldst thou weep. I could weep; Madam would it do you good? And I could sing would weeping do me good, And never borrow any tear of thee. But stay, here come the gardeners, Let's step into the shadow of these trees, My wretchedness unto a row of pines, They will talk of state for every one doth so, Against a change woe is forerun with woe. Go bind thou up young dangling Aphricokes, Which like unruly children make their sire, Stoop with oppression of their prodigal weight, Give some supportance to the bending twigs, Go thou, and like an executioner Cut off the heads of two fast growing sprays, That look too lofty in our commonwealth, All must be even in our government. You thus employed, I will go root away The noisome weeds which without profit suck The soils fertility from wholesome flowers. Why should we in the compass of a pale, Keep law and form, and due proportion, Showing as in a model our firm estate, When our sea-walled garden the whole land Is full of weeds, her fairest flowers choked up, Her fruit trees all unpruned, her hedges ruined, Her knots disordered and her wholesome herbs Swarming with caterpillars. Hold thy peace. He that hath suffered this disordered spring, Hath now himself met with the fall of leaf: The weeds which his broad spreading leaves did shelter, That seemed in eating him to hold him up, Are plucked up root and all by Bullingbrooke, I mean the Earl of Wiltshire, Bushie, Greene, What are they dead? They are. And Bullingbrooke hath ceased the wasteful king, Oh what pity is it that he had not so trimmeth, And dressed his land as we this garden at time of year Do wound the bark, the skin of our fruit trees, Lest being over proud in sap and blood, With too much riches it confound itself Had he done so to great and growing men, They might have lived to bear▪ and he to taste Their fruits of duty: superfluous branches We lop away▪ that bearing boughs may live: Had he done so, himself had borne the crown, Which waste of idle hours hath quite thrown down▪ What, think you the King shall be deposed? Depressed he is already, and deposed 'tis doubt he will be. Letters came last night To a dear friend of the good Duke of York's, That tell black tidings. Oh I am priest to death through want of speaking Thou old Adam's likeness set to dress this garden, How dares thy harsh rude tongue sound this unpleasing news? What Eve? what serpent hath suggested thee To make a second fall of cursed man? Why dost thou say king Richard is deposed? darest thou thou little better thing than earth Divine his down fall? say, where, when, and how, Canst thou by this ill tidings speak thou wretch?
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Madame Ile sing. Tis well that thou hast cause, But thou shouldst please me better, wouldst thou weepe. I could weepe; Madame would it doe you good? And I could sing would weeping doe me good, And neuer borrow any teare of thee. But stay, here come the gardeers, Lets step into the shadow of these trees, My wretchdnes vnto a row of pines, They will talke of state for euery one doth so, Against a change woe is fore-runne with woe. Go bind thou vp yong dangling Aphricokes, Which like vnruly children make their sire, Stoope with oppression of their prodigall weight, Giue some supportance to the bending twigs, Go thou, and like an executioner Cut off the heads of two fast growing spraies, That looke too loftie in our common-wealth, All must be euen in our gouernement. You thus employed, I will goe roote away The noysome weedes which without profit sucke The soiles fertilitie from wholsome flowers. Why should we in the compas of a pale, Keepe law and forme, and due proportion, Shewing as in a modle our firme estate, When our sea-walled garden the whole land Is full of weedes, her fairest flowers choakt vp, Her fruit trees all vnprude, her hedges uinde, Her knots disordered and her holsome hearbs Swarming with caterpillers. Hold thy peace. He that htah suffered this disordered spring, Hath now himselfe met with the fall of leafe: The weedes which his broad spreading leaues did shelter, That seemde in eating him to hold him vp, Are pluckt vp roote and all by Bullingbrooke, I meane the Earle of Wiltshire, Bushie, Greene, What are they dead? They are. And Bullingbrooke hath ceasde the wastefull king, Oh what pitie is it that he had not so trimde, And drest his land a we this garden at time of yeare Do wound the barke, the skinne of our fruit trees, Lest being uer prowd in bloud, With too much riches it it selfe Had he done so to great and growing men, They might haue liude to beare▪ and he to taste Their fruits of duety: supefluous branches We loppe away▪ that bearing boughes may liue: Had he done so, himselfe had borne the crowne, Which waste of idle houres hath quite throwne downe▪ What, thinke you the King shall be deposed? Deprest he is already, and deposde Tis doubt he will be. Letters came last night To a deare friend of the good Duke of Yokes, That tell blacke tidings. Oh I am prest to death through want of speaking Thou old Adams likenesse set to dresse this garden, How dares thy harsh rude tong sound this vnpleasing news? What Eue? what serpent hath suggested thee To make a second fall of cursed man? Why dost thou say king Richard is deposde? Darst hou thou little better thing than earth Diuine his downe fall? say, where, when, and how, Canst thou by this ill tidings speake thou wretch?