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 · 485 words
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My Lord, the mind of Bullingbrooke is changed, You must to Pomfret, not unto the Tower. And Madam, there is order ta'en for you, With all swift speed you must away to France. Northumberland, thou ladder wherewithal The mounting Bullingbrooke ascends my throne, The time shall not be many hours of age More than it is, ere foul sin gathering head Shall break into corruption, thou shalt think, Though he divide the realm and give thee half▪ It is too little helping him to all. He shall think that thou which knowest the way To plant unrightful kings, wilt know again, Being near so little urged another way, To pluck him headlong from the usurped throne: The love of wicked men converts to fear, That fear to hate; and hate turns one or both To worthy danger and deserved death. My guilt be on my head, and there an end: Take leave and part, for you must part forthwith. Doubly divorced (bad men) you violate A twofold marriage twixt my crown and me, And then betwixt me and my married wife. Let me unkisse the oath twixt thee and me: And yet not so, for with a kiss 'twas made▪ Part us Northumberland, I towards the north, Where shivering cold and sickness pines the clime: My wife to France, from whence set forth in pomp She came adorned hither like sweet May, Sent back like Hollowmas or shortst of day. And must we be divided? must we part? I hand from hand (my love) and heart from heart. Banish us both, and send the King with me. That were some love, but little policy. Then whither he goes, thither let me go. So two together weeping make one woe, Weep thou for me in France, I for thee here, Better far off than near be near the near, Go count thy way with sighs, I mine with groans. So longest way shall have the longest moans. Twice for one step I'll groan the way being short And piece the way out with a heavy heart. Come come in wooing sorrow let's be brief, Since wedding it, there is such length in grief; One kiss shall stop our mouths, and dumbly part, Thus give I mine, and thus take I thy heart. Give me mine own again, ttwere no good part To take on me to keep, and kill thy heart: So now I have mine own again, be gone, That I may strive to kill it with a groan. We make woe wanton with this fond delay, Once more adieu, the rest let sorrow say. My Lord, you told me you would tell the rest, When weeping made you break the story of Of our two cousins coming into London. Where did I leave? At that sad stop my Lord, Where rude misgoverned hands from windows tops. Threw dust and rubbish on king Richard's head.
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My Lord, the minde of Bullingbrooke is changde, You must to Pomfret, not vnto the Tower. And Madam, there is order tane for you, With al swift speede you must away to France. Northumberland, thou ladder wherewithall The mounting Bullingbrooke ascends my throne, The time shall not be many houres of age More than it is, ere foule sinne gathering head Shall breake into corruption, thou shalt thinke, Though he diuide the realme and giue thee halfe▪ It is too little helping him to all. He shall thinke that thou which knowest the way To plant vnrightfull kings, wilt know againe, Being nere so little vrgde another way, To plucke him headlong from the vsurped throne The loue of wicked men conuets to feare, That feare to hate; and hate turnes one or both To worthy daunger and deserued death. My guilt be on my head, and there an end: Take leaue and part, for you must part forthwith. Doubly iuorst (bad men) you violate A two-fold marriage twixt my crowne and me, And then betwixt me and my married wife. Let me vnkisse the oathe twixt thee and me: And yet not so, for with a kisse was made▪ Part vs Northumberland, I towardes the north, Where shiuering cold and sickenesse pines the clime: My wife to Fraunce, from whence set forth in pomp She came adorned hither like sweete Mae, Sent backe like Hollowmas or shortst of day. And must we be diuided? must we part? I hand from hand (my loue) and heart from heart. Banish vs both, and send the King with me. That were some loue, but little pollicie. Then whither he goes, thither let me go. So two togither weeping make one woe, Weepe thou for me in Fraunce, I for thee heere, Better far off than neere be nere the neare, Go cunt thy way with sighes, I mine with groanes. So longest way shall haue the longest moanes. Twise for one step Ile grone the way being short And peece the way out with a heauy heart. Come come in wooing sorrow lets be briefe, Since wedding it, there is such length in griefe; One kisse shall stop our mouths, and dumbly part, Thus giue I mine, and thus take I thy heart. Giue me mine owne againe, twere no good part To take on me to keepe, and kill thy heart: So now I haue mine owne againe, be gone, That I may striue to kill it with a groane. We make woe wanton with this fond delay, Once more adue, the rest let sorrow say. My Lord, you told me you would tell the rest, When weeping made you breake the storie of Of our two coins comming into London. Where did I leaue? At that sad stop my Lord, Where rude misgouerned hands from windowes tops. Threw dust and rubbish on king Richards head.