Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written 1595 (Annals) tragedy; history · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men unassigned nearest T53 The crown: kingship claimed, resigned an · 506 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T53: crown, king, state, life, lord, lords, live, queen, tullia, prince.
Oh God, oh God, that ere this tongue of mine, That laid the Sentence of dread Banishment On yond proud man, should take it off again With words of sooth: Oh that I were as great As is my Grief, or lesser than my Name, Or that I could forget what I have been, Or not remember what I must be now: Swellest thou proud heart? I'll give thee scope to beat, Since Foes have scope to beat both thee and me. Northumberland comes back from Bullingbrooke. What must the King do now? must he submit? The King shall do it: Must he be deposed? The King shall be contented: Must he lose The Name of King? o' God's Name let it go. I'll give my jewels for a set of Beads, My gorgeous Palace, for a Hermitage, My gay Apparel, for an Almes-mans' Gown, My figured Goblets, for a Dish of Wood, My Sceptre, for a Palmer's walking Staff, My Subjects, for a pair of carved Saints, And my large Kingdom, for a little Grave, A little little Grave, an obscure Grave. Or I'll be buried in the King's highway, Some way of common Trade, where subjects feet May hourly trample on their Sovereign's Head: For on my heart they tread now, whilst I live; And buried once, why not upon my Head? Aumerle, thou weep'st (my tenderhearted Cousin) we'll make foul Weather with despised Tears: Our sighs, and they, shall lodge the Summer Corn, And make a Dearth in this revolting Land. Or shall we play the Wantoness with our Woes, And make some pretty Match, with shedding Tears? As thus: to drop them still upon one place, Till they have fretted us a pair of Graves, Within the Earth: and therein laid there lies Two Kinsmen, digged their Graves with weeping Eyes? Would not this ill, do well? Well, well, I see I talk but idly, and you mock at me. Most mighty Prince, my Lord Northumberland, What says King Bullingbrooke? Will his Majesty Give Richard leave to live, till Richard die? You make a Leg, and Bullingbrooke says I. My Lord, in the base Court he doth attend To speak with you, may it please you to come down. down, down I come, like glistering Phaeton, Wanting the manage of unruly jades. In the base Court? base Court, where Kings grow base, To come at Traitors Calls, and do them Grace. In the base Court come down: down Court, down King, For night-Owls shriek, where mounting Larks should sing. What says his Majesty? Sorrow, and grief of heart Makes him speak fond, like a frantic man: Yet he is come. Stand all apart, And show fair duty to his Majesty. My gracious Lord. Fair Cousin, You debase your Princely Knee, To make the base Earth proud with kissing it. Me rather had, my Heart might feel your Love, Then my unpleased Eye see your Courtesy. up Cousin, up, your Heart is up, I know, Thus high at least, although your Knee below.
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Oh God, oh God, that ere this tongue of mine, That layd the Sentence of dread Baniſhment On yond prowd man, ſhould take it off againe With words of ſooth: Oh that I were as great As is my Griefe, or leſſer then my Name, Or that I could forget what I haue beene, Or not remember what I muſt be now: Swell'ſt thou prowd heart? Ile giue thee ſcope to beat, Since Foes haue ſcope to beat both thee and me. Northumberland comes backe from Bullingbrooke. What muſt the King doe now? muſt he ſubmit? The King ſhall doe it: Muſt he be depos'd? The King ſhall be contented: Muſt he looſe The Name of King? o' Gods Name let it goe. Ile giue my Iewels for a ſett of Beades, My gorgeous Pallace, for a Hermitage, My gay Apparrell, for an Almes-mans Gowne, My figur'd Goblets, for a Diſh of Wood, My Scepter, for a Palmers walking Staffe, My Subiects, for a payre of carued Saints, And my large Kingdome, for a little Graue, A little little Graue, an obſcure Graue. Or Ile be buryed in the Kings high-way, Some way of common Trade, where Subiects feet May howrely trample on their Soueraignes Head: For on my heart they tread now, whileſt I liue; And buryed once, why not vpon my Head? Aumerle, thou weep'ſt (my tender-hearted Couſin) Wee'le make foule Weather with deſpiſed Teares: Our ſighes, and they, ſhall lodge the Summer Corne, And make a Dearth in this reuolting Land. Or ſhall we play the Wantons with our Woes, And make ſome prettie Match, with ſhedding Teares? As thus: to drop them ſtill vpon one place, Till they haue fretted vs a payre of Graues, Within the Earth: and therein lay'd there lyes Two Kinſmen, digg'd their Graues with weeping Eyes? Would not this ill, doe well? Well, well, I ſee I talke but idly, and you mock at mee. Moſt mightie Prince, my Lord Northumberland, What ſayes King Bullingbrooke? Will his Maieſtie Giue Richard leaue to liue, till Richard die? You make a Legge, and Bullingbrooke ſayes I. My Lord, in the baſe Court he doth attend To ſpeake with you, may it pleaſe you to come downe. Downe, downe I come, like gliſt'ring Phaeton, Wanting the manage of vnruly Iades. In the baſe Court? baſe Court, where Kings grow baſe, To come at Traytors Calls, and doe them Grace. In the baſe Court come down: down Court, down King, For night-Owls ſhrike, where moūting Larks ſhould ſing. What ſayes his Maieſtie? Sorrow, and griefe of heart Makes him ſpeake fondly, like a frantick man: Yet he is come. Stand all apart, And ſhew faire dutie to his Maieſtie. My gracious Lord. Faire Couſin, You debaſe your Princely Knee, To make the baſe Earth prowd with kiſſing it. Me rather had, my Heart might feele your Loue, Then my vnpleas'd Eye ſee your Courteſie. Vp Couſin, vp, your Heart is vp, I know, Thus high at leaſt, although your Knee below.