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 · 475 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.
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 Age's groan for his foul Act. Peace shall go sleep with Turks and Infidels, And in this Seat of Peace, tumultuous Wars Shall Kin with Kinne, 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 Sculls. Oh, if you rear this House, against this House It will the woefullest Division prove, That ever fell upon this cursed Earth. Prevent it, resist it, and let it not be so, Lest Child, Child's Children cry against you, Woe. 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. May it please you, Lords, to grant the Commons Suit? Fetch hither Richard, that in common view He may surrender: so we shall proceed Without suspicion. I will be his Conduct. Lords, you that here are under our Arrest, Procure your Sureties for your Days of Answer: Little are we beholding to your Love, And little looked for at your helping Hands. Alack, why am I sent for to a King, Before I have shook off the Regal thoughts Wherewith I reigned? I hardly yet have learned To insinuate, flatter, bow, and bend my Knee. Give Sorrow leave a while, to tuture me To this submission. Yet I well remember The favours of these men: were they not mine? Did they not sometime cry, All hail to me? So Iudas did to Christ: but he in twelve, Found truth in all, but one; I, in twelve thousand, none. God save the King: will no man say, Amen? Am I both Priest, and Clerk? well then, Amen. God save the King, although I be not he: And yet Amen, if Heaven do think him me. To do what service, am I sent for hither? To do that office of thine own good will, Which tired Majesty did make thee offer: The Resignation of thy State and Crown To Henry Bullingbrooke. Give me the Crown. Here Cousin, seize the Crown: Here Cousin, on this side my Hand, on that side thine. Now is this Golden Crown like a deep Well, That owes two Buckets, filling one another, The emptier ever dancing in the air, The other down, unseen, and full of Water: That Bucket down, and full of Tears am I, Drinking my Griefs, whilst you mount up on high. I thought you had been willing to resign. My Crown I am, but still my Griefs are mine: You may my Glories and my State depose, But not my Griefs; still am I King of those.
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Is a foule Traytor to prowd Herefords King. And if you Crowne him, let me prophecie, The blood of Engliſh ſhall manure the ground, And future Ages groane for his foule Act. Peace ſhall goe ſleepe with Turkes and Infidels, And in this Seat of Peace, tumultuous Warres Shall Kinne with Kinne, and Kinde with Kinde confound. Diſorder, Horror, Feare, and Mutinie Shall here inhabite, and this Land be call'd The field of Golgotha, and dead mens Sculls. Oh, if you reare this Houſe, againſt this Houſe It will the wofulleſt Diuiſion proue, That euer fell vpon this curſed Earth. Preuent it, reſiſt it, and let it not be ſo, Leaſt Child, Childs Children cry againſt you, Woe. Well haue you argu'd Sir: and for your paines, Of Capitall Treaſon we arreſt you here. My Lord of Weſtminſter, be it your charge, To keepe him ſafely, till his day of Tryall. May it pleaſe you, Lords, to grant the Commons Suit? Fetch hither Richard, that in common view He may ſurrender: ſo we ſhall proceede Without ſuſpition. I will be his Conduct. Lords, you that here are vnder our Arreſt, Procure your Sureties for your Dayes of Anſwer: Little are we beholding to your Loue, And little look'd for at your helping Hands. Alack, why am I ſent for to a King, Before I haue ſhooke off the Regall thoughts Wherewith I reign'd? I hardly yet haue learn'd To inſinuate, flatter, bowe, and bend my Knee. Giue Sorrow leaue a while, to tuture me To this ſubmiſſion. Yet I well remember The fauors of theſe men: were they not mine? Did they not ſometime cry, All hayle to me? So Iudas did to Chriſt: but he in twelue, Found truth in all, but one; I, in twelve thouſand, none. God ſaue the King: will no man ſay, Amen? Am I both Prieſt, and Clarke? well then, Amen. God ſaue the King, although I be not hee: And yet Amen, if Heauen doe thinke him mee. To doe what ſeruice, am I ſent for hither? To doe that office of thine owne good will, Which tyred Maieſtie did make thee offer: The Reſignation of thy State and Crowne To Henry Bullingbrooke. Giue me the Crown. Here Couſin, ſeize ye Crown: Here Couſin, on this ſide my Hand, on that ſide thine. Now is this Golden Crowne like a deepe Well, That owes two Buckets, filling one another, The emptier euer dancing in the ayre, The other downe, vnſeene, and full of Water: That Bucket downe, and full of Teares am I, Drinking my Griefes, whil'ſt you mount vp on high. I thought you had been willing to reſigne. My Crowne I am, but ſtill my Griefes are mine: You may my Glories and my State depoſe, But not my Griefes; ſtill am I King of thoſe.