Shakespeare, William · published 1597 · first performed or written 1595 (Annals) tragedy; history · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men T0 Court life: dukes, favour and honour typicality 0.78 · 507 words
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Then (as I said) the Duke great Bullingbrooke Mounted upon a hot and fiery steed, Which his aspiring rider seemed to know, With slow, but stately pace kept on his course, Whilst all tongues cried, God save the Bullingbrooke, You would have thought the very windows spoke: o many greedy lookes of yong and old Through casements darted their desiring eyes Upon his visage, and that all the walls With painted imagery had said at once, Iesu preserve the welcome Bullingbrooke, Whilst he from the one side to the other turning Bareheaded, lower than his proud steeds neck Bespoke them thus; I thank you country men: And thus still doing▪ thus he passed along. Alac poor Richard, where road he the whilst? As in a Theatre the eyes of men, After a well-graced Actor leaves the stage, Are ydly bend on him that enters next, Thinking his prattle to be tedious; Even so, or with much more contempt men's eyes Did scowl on gentle Ric. no man cried, God save him, No joyful tongue gave him his welcome home, But dust was thrown upon his sacred head: Which with such gentle sorrow he shook off, His face still combating with tears and smiles, The badges of his grief and patience, That had not God for some strong purpose steeled The hearts of men, they must perforce have melted, But heaven hath a hand in these events, To whose high▪ will we bond our calm contents, To Bullingbrooke are we sworn subjects now, Whose state and honour I for ay allow. Here comes my son Aumerle. Aumerle that was, But that is lost, for being Richard's friend: And Madam, you must call him Rutland now: I am in parliament pledge for his truth And lasting fealty to the new made king. Welcome my son, who are the violets now That strew the green lap of the new come spring. Madam, I know not, nor I greatly care not, God knows I had as lief be none as one. Well, bear you well in this new spring of time, Lest you be cropped before you come to prime. What news from Oxford, do these justs & triumphs hold? For aught I know (my Lord) they do. you will be there I know. If God prevent not. I purpose so. What seal is that that hangs without thy bosom? yea, look'st thou pale? let me see the writing, My Lord, 'tis nothing. No matter then who see it, I will be satisfied, let me see the writing. I do beseech your grace to pardon me; It is a matter of small consequence, Which for some reasons I would not have seen. Which for some reason's sir I mean to see. I fear I fear. What should you fear? 'tis nothing but some band that he is entered into For gay apparel 'gainst the triumph day. Bound to himself; what doth he with a bond That he is bound to. Wife, thou art a fool: Boy, let me see the writing.
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Then (as I said) the Duke great Bullingbrooke Mounted vpon a hote and fierie steede, Which his aspiring rider seemd to know, With slow, but stately pase kept on his course, Whilst all tongues cried, God saue the Bullingbrooke, You would haue thought the very o many greedy lookes of yong and old Through casements darted their desiring eies Vpon his visage, and that all the wales With painted imagery had said at once, Iesu preserue the welcome Bullingbrooke, Whilst he from the one side to the other turning Bare-headed, lower than his prowd steedes neke Bespake them thus; I thanke you country men: And thus still doing▪ thus he passt along. Alac poore Richard, where rode he the whilst? As in a Theater the eies of men, After a well-graced Actor leaues the stage, Are ydly bent on him that enters next, Thinking his prattle to be edious; Euen so, or with much more contempt mens eies Did scowle on gentle Ric. no man cried, God saue him, No ioyfull tongue gaue him his welcome home, But dust was throwen vpon his Which with such gentle sorrow he shooke off, His face still combating with teares and smiles, The badges of his griefe and patience, That had not God for some strong purpose steeld The hearts of men, they must perforce haue melted, But heauen hath a hand in these euents, To whose high▪ will we bound our calme contents, To Bullingbrooke are we sworne subiects now, Whose state and honour I for ay allow. Here comes my sonne Aumerle. Aumerle that was, But that is lost, for being Richards friend: And Madam, you must call him Rutland now: I am in parleament pledge for his truth And lasting fealtie to the new made king. Welcome my sonne, who are the violets now That the greene lap of the new come spring. Madam, I know not, nor I greatly care not, God knowes I had as leife be none as one. Well, beare you wel in this new spring of time, Lest you be cropt before you come to prime. What newes from Oxford, do these iusts & triump hs hold? For aught I know (my Lord) they do. you will be there I know. If God preuent not. I purpose so. What seale is that that hangs without thy bosome? yea, lookst thou pale? let me see the writing, My Lord, tis nothing. No matter then who see it, I will be satisfied, let me see the writing. I do beseech your grace to pardon me; It is a matter of small consequence, Which for some reasons I would not haue seene. Which for some reasons sir I meane to see. I feare I feare. What should you feare? Tis nothing but some band that he is entred into For gay apparell gainst the triumph day. Bound to himselfe; what doth he with a bond That he is bound to. Wife, thou art a foole: Boy, let me see the writing.