Shakespeare, William · published 1597 · first performed or written 1595 (Annals) tragedy; history · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men unassigned nearest T31 Popes, cardinals and the crown · 500 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T31: cardinal, pope, king, lord, majesty, holy, rome, france, church, lords.
That honourable day shall never be seen, Many a time hath banished Norfolk fought, For Iesu Christ in glorious Christian field, Streaming the ensign of the Christian Cross, Against black Pagans, Turks, and Saracens, And toiled with works of war, retired himself To Italy, and there at Venice gave His body to that pleasant Country's earth, And his pure soul unto his Captain Christ, Under whose colours he had fought so long. Why B. is Norfolk dead? As surely as I live my Lord. Sweet peace conduct his sweet soul to the bosom, O good olde Abraham Lords Appellants▪ Your differences shall all rest under gage. Till we assign you to your days of trial. Great Duke of Lancaster I come to thee; From plume-pluckt Richard, who with willing soul, Adopts the heir, and his high sceptre yields, To the possession of thy royal hand: Ascend his throne, descending now from him, And long live Henry fourth of that name. In God's name I'll ascend the regal throne. Mary God forbid. Worst in this Royal presence may I speak. Yet best beseeming me to speak the truth, Would God that any in this noble presence, Were enough noble to be upright judge Of noble Richard. Then true noblesse would Learn him forbearance from so foul a wrong, What subject can give sentence on his King: And who sits here that is not Richard's subject? thieves are not judged but they are by to hear, Although apparent guilt be seen in them, And shall the figure of God's Majesty, His Captain, steward, deputy, elect, Anointed, crowned, planted, many years Be judged by subject and inferior breath, And he himself not present? Oh forfend it God, That in a Christian climate souls refined, Should show so heinous black obsceene a deed I speak to subjects and a subject speaks, Stirred up by God thus boldly, for his King, My Lord of Hereford here whom you call King, Is a foul traitor to proud Hereford's King, And if you crown him let me prophesy, The blood of English shall manure the ground, And future ages groan for this foul act, Peace shall go sleep with turkes and infidels, And in this seat of peace, tumultuous wars, Shall kin with kin, and kind with kind confound: Disorder, horror, fear, and mutiny, Shall here inhabit, and this land be called, The field of Golgotha and dead men's skulls. Oh if yond raise this house against this house, It will the woefullest division prove, That ever fell upon this cursed earth: Prevent it, resist it, let it not be so, Lest child, child's children▪ cry against you wo. Well have you argued sir, and for your pains, Of Capital treason, we arrest you here: My Lord of Westminster, be it your charge, To keep him safely till his day of trial. Let it be so, and lo on wednesday next, We solemnly proclaim our Coronation, Lords be ready all. A woeful Pageant have we here beheld.
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That honourable day shall neuer be seene, Manie a time hath banisht Norffolke fought, For Iesu Christ in glorious Christian feild, Streaming the ensigne of the Christian Crosse, Against blacke Pagans, Turkes, and Saracens, And toild with workes of warre, retird him selfe To Italie, and there at Venice gaue His bodie to that pleasant Countries earth, And his pure soule vnto his Captaine Christ, Vnder whose coulours he had fought so long. Why B. is Norffolke dead? As surely as I liue my Lord. Sweet peace conduct his sweete soule to the bosome, O good olde Abraham Lords Appellants▪ Your differences shall all rest vnder gage. Till we assigne you to your daies of triall. Great Duke of Lancaster I come to thee; From plume-pluckt Richard, who with willing soule, Adopts the heire, and his high scepter yeeldes, To the possession of thy royall hand: Ascend his throne, descending now from him, And long liue Henry fourth of that name. In Gods name Ile ascend the regall throne. May God forbid. Worst in this oyall presence may I speake. Yet best beseeming me to speake the truth, Would God that any in this noble presence, Were enough noble to be vpright iudge Of noble Richard. Then true noblesse would Learne him forbearance from so foule a wrong, What subiect can giue sentence on his King: And who sits here that is not Richards subiect? Theeues are not iudgd but they are by to heare, Although apparant guit be seene in them, And shall the figure of Gods Maiesty, His Captaine, steward, deputy, elect, Annointed, crowned, planted, many yeares Be iudgd by subiect and inferiour breath, And he himselfe not present? Oh forend it God, That in a Christian climate soules refinde, Should shew so heinous blacke obsceene a deed I speake to subiects and a subiect speakes, Stird vp by God thus boldly, for his King, My Lord of here whom you call King, Is a foule traitour to proud Herefords King, And if you crown him let me prophesie, The bloud of English shall manure the ground, And future ages groan for this foule act, Peace shall go sleepe with turkes and infidels, And in this seate of peace, tumultuous warres, Shall kin with kin, and kinde with kind confound: Disorder, horror, feare, and mutiny, Shall heere inhabit, and this land be cald, The field of Golgotha and dead mens sculs. Oh if yon raise this house against this house, It will the wofullest diuision proue, That euer fell vpon this cursed earth: Preuent it, resist it, let it not be so, Lest child, childs children▪ crie against you wo. Well haue you argued sir, and for your paines, Of Capitall treason, we arrest you heere: My Lord of Westminster, be it your charge, To keepe him safely till his day of triall. Let it be so, and loe on wednesday next, We solemnly proclaime our Coronation, Lords be ready all. A wofull Pageant haue we heere behel