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 · 481 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.
Part of your Cares you give me with your Crown. Your Cares set up, do not pluck my Cares down. My Care, is loss of Care, by old Care done, Your Care, is gain of Care, by new Care won: The Cares I give, I have, though given away, They ' tend the Crown, yet still with me they stay: Are you contended to resign the Crown? I, no; no, I: for I must nothing be: Therefore no, no, for I resign to thee. Now, mark me how I will undo myself. I give this heavy Weight from off my Head, And this unwieldy Sceptre from my Hand, The pride of Kingly sway from out my Heart. With mine own Tears I wash away my Balm, With mine own Hands I give away my Crown, With mine own Tongue deny my Sacred State, With mine own Breath release all duteous Oaths; All Pomp and Majesty I do forswear: My Manors, Rents, Revenues, I forgo; My Acts, Decrees, and Statutes I deny: God pardon all Oaths that are broke to me, God keep all Vows unbroke are made to thee. Make me, that nothing have, with nothing grieved, And thou with all pleased, that hast all achieved. Long may'st thou live in Richard's Seat to sit, And soon lie Richard in an Earthy Pit. God save King Henry, unkinged Richard says, And send him many years of Sunshine days. What more remains? No, more: but that you read These Accusations, and these grievous Crymes, Committed by your Person, and your followers, Against the State, and Profit of this Land: That by confessing them, the Souls of men May deem, that you are worthily deposed. Must I do so? and must I ravel out My weau'd-vp follies? Gentle Northumberland, If thy Offences were upon Record, Would it not shame thee, in so fair a troop, To read a Lecture of them? If thou wouldst, There shouldst thou find one heinous Article, Containing the deposing of a King, And cracking the strong Warrant of an Oath, Marked with a Blot, damned in the Book of Heaven. Nay, all of you, that stand and look upon me, Whilst that my wretchedness doth bait myself, Though some of you, with Pilate, wash your hands, Showing an outward pity: yet you Pilates Have here delivered me to my sour Cross, And Water cannot wash away your sin. My Lord dispatch, read o'er these Articles. Mine Eyes are full of Tears, I cannot see: And yet salt-Water blinds them not so much, But they can see a sort of Traitors here. Nay, if I turn mine Eyes upon myself, I find myself a Traitor with the rest: For I have given here my Souls consent, T'vndeck the pompous Body of a King; Made Glory base; a Sovereignty, a Slave; Proud Majesty, a Subject; State, a Peasant. My Lord.
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Part of your Cares you giue me with your Crowne. Your Cares ſet vp, do not pluck my Cares downe. My Care, is loſſe of Care, by old Care done, Your Care, is gaine of Care, by new Care wonne: The Cares I giue, I haue, though giuen away, They 'tend the Crowne, yet ſtill with me they ſtay: Are you contended to reſigne the Crowne? I, no; no, I: for I muſt nothing bee: Therefore no, no, for I reſigne to thee. Now, marke me how I will vndoe my ſelfe. I giue this heauie Weight from off my Head, And this vnwieldie Scepter from my Hand, The pride of Kingly ſway from out my Heart. With mine owne Teares I waſh away my Balme, With mine owne Hands I giue away my Crowne, With mine owne Tongue denie my Sacred State, With mine owne Breath releaſe all dutious Oathes; All Pompe and Maieſtie I doe forſweare: My Manors, Rents, Reuenues, I forgoe; My Acts, Decrees, and Statutes I denie: God pardon all Oathes that are broke to mee, God keepe all Vowes vnbroke are made to thee. Make me, that nothing haue, with nothing grieu'd, And thou with all pleas'd, that haſt all atchieu'd. Long may'ſt thou liue in Richards Seat to ſit, And ſoone lye Richard in an Earthie Pit. God ſaue King Henry, vn-King'd Richard ſayes, And ſend him many yeeres of Sunne-ſhine dayes. What more remaines? No, more: but that you reade Theſe Accuſations, and theſe grieuous Crymes, Committed by your Perſon, and your followers, Againſt the State, and Profit of this Land: That by confeſſing them, the Soules of men May deeme, that you are worthily depos'd. Muſt I doe ſo? and muſt I rauell out My weau'd-vp follyes? Gentle Northumberland, If thy Offences were vpon Record, Would it not ſhame thee, in ſo faire a troupe, To reade a Lecture of them? If thou would'ſt, There ſhould'ſt thou finde one heynous Article, Contayning the depoſing of a King, And cracking the ſtrong Warrant of an Oath, Mark'd with a Blot, damn'd in the Booke of Heauen. Nay, all of you, that ſtand and looke vpon me, Whil'ſt that my wretchedneſſe doth bait my ſelfe, Though ſome of you, with Pilate, waſh your hands, Shewing an outward pittie: yet you Pilates Haue here deliuer'd me to my ſowre Croſſe, And Water cannot waſh away your ſinne. My Lord diſpatch, reade o're theſe Articles. Mine Eyes are full of Teares, I cannot ſee: And yet ſalt-Water blindes them not ſo much, But they can ſee a ſort of Traytors here. Nay, if I turne mine Eyes vpon my ſelfe, I finde my ſelfe a Traytor with the reſt: For I haue giuen here my Soules conſent, T'vndeck the pompous Body of a King; Made Glory baſe; a Soueraigntie, a Slaue; Prowd Maieſtie, a Subiect; State, a Peſant. My Lord.