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 · 518 words
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His answer was, he would unto the stews, And from the commonest creature pluck a glove, And wear it as a favour, and with that, He would unhorsed the lustiest Challenger. As dissolute as desperate, yet through both, I see some sparks of better hope, which elder years, May happily bring forth. But who comes here? Where is the King? What means our cozen, that he stars and looks so wildly. God save your grace, I do beseech your Majesty, To have some conference with your grace alone. Withdraw yourselves, and leave us here alone. What is the matter with our cozen now? For ever may my knees grow to the earth, My tongue, cleave to my roof within my mouth, Unless a pardon ere I rise or speak. Intended, or committed, was this fault? If on the first, how heinous ere it be To win thy after love, I pardon thee. Then give me leave that May turn the key, That no man enter till my tale be done. Have thy desire. My liege beware, look to thyself, Thou hast a Traitor in thy presence there. Vilain I'll make thee safe. Stay thy revengeful hand, thou hast no cause to fear Open the door, secure fool, hardy King, Shall I for love speak treason to thy face, Open the door, or I will break it open. What is the matter uncle, speak, recover breath, Tell us, how near is danger, That we may arm us to encounter it? Peruse this writtng here, and thou shalt know, The treason that my haste forbids me show. remember as thou readst, thy promise past, I do repent me, read not my name there, My heart is not confederate with my hand. It was (villain) ere thy hand did set it down. I tore it from the traitor's bosom (King,) Fear, and not love, begets his penitence: Forget to pity him, lest thy pity prove, A Serpent that will sting thee to the heart. O heinous, strong, and bold conspiracy; O loyal Father, of a treacherous Son, Thou sheer immaculate and silver Fountain, From whence this stream, through muddy passages▪ Hath held his current, and defiled himself, Thy overflow of good, converts to bad: And thy abundant goodness, shall excuse, This deadly blot in thy digressing son. So shall my virtue, be his vices bawd, An he shall spend mine honour, with his shame, As thriftless sons, their scraping Father's gold: Mine honour lives when his dishonour dies. Or my shamed life in his dishonour lies, Thou kill'st me in his life giving him breath, The traitor lives, the true man's put to death. What ho, my Liege, for God's sake let me in. What shrill voice suppliant makes this eager cry? A woman, and thy aunt (great king) 'tis I, Speak with me, pity me, open the door, A beggar begs that never begged before. Our scene is altered from a serious thing, And now changed to the Beggar and the King: My dangerous cousin, let your mother in, I know she is come to pray for your foul sin.
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His answer was, he would vnto the stews, And from the commonst creature plucke a gloue, And weare it as a fauour, and with that, He would vnhorse the lustiest Challenger. As dissolute as desperat, yet through both, I see some sparkes of better hope, which elder yeares, May happily bring foorth. But who comes heere? Where is the King? What meanes our cosen, that he stares and lookes so wildly. God saue your grace, I doe beseech your Maiestie, To haue some conference with your grace alone. Withdrawe your selues, and leaue vs here alone. What is the matter with our cosen nowe? For eer my my knees growe to the earth, My tongue, cleaue to my roofe within my mouh, Vnlesse a pardon ere I rise or speake. Intended, or committed, was this fault? If on the first, how heynous ere it be To win thy after loue, I pardon thee. Then giue me leaue that May turne the key, That no man enter till my tale be done. Haue thy desire. My leige beware, looke to thy selfe, Thou hast a Traitor in thy presence there. Vilain Ile make thee safe. Stay thy reuengefull hand, thou hast no cause to feare Open the dore, secure foole, hardie King, Shall I for loue speake treason to thy face, Open the dore, or I will breake it open. What is the matter vncle, speake, recouer breath, Tell vs, how neare is daunger, That wee may arme vs to encounter it? Peruse this writtng heere, and thou shalt know, The treason that my haste forbids me shew. remember as thou readst, thy promise past, I do repent me, reade not my name there, My hart is not confederate with my hand. It was (vilaine) ere thy hand did set it downe. I tore it from the traitors bosome (King,) Feare, and not loue, begets his penitence: Forget to pittie him, lest thy pittie proue, A Serpent that will sting thee to the hart. O heynous, strong, and bould conspiracy; O loyall Father, of a treacherous Sonne, Thou sheere immaculate and filuer Fountaine, From whence this steame, through muddy passages▪ Hath held his current, and defild himselfe, Thy ouerflow of good, conuerts to bad: And thy aboundant goodnes, shall excuse, This deadly blot in thy digressing sonne. So shall my vertue, be his vices baude, An he shall spend mine honour, with his shame, As thriftles sonnes, their scraping Fathers gold: Mine honour liues when his dishonour dies. Or my shamde life in his dishonour lies, Thou kilst me in his life giuing him breath, The traitor liues, the true man's put to death. What ho, my Liege, for Gods sake let me in. What shril voice suppliant makes this eger crie? A woman, and thy aunt (great king) tis I, Speake with me, pitie me, open the dooe, A beggar begs that neuer begd before. Our scene is altred from a serious thing, And now changde to the Beggar and the King: My dangerous cousin, let your mother in, I know she is come to pray for your foule sinne.