Shakespeare, William · published 1597 · first performed or written 1592 [1591-1592] (Annals) tragedy; history · Derby's (Strange's) Men (?) unassigned nearest T53 The crown: kingship claimed, resigned an · 533 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.
Sorry I am my noble cozen should Suspect me that I mean no good to him. By heaven I come in perfect love to him, And so once more return and tell his grace: When holly and devout religious men, Are at their beads, 'tis hard to draw them thence, So sweet is zealous contemplation. See where he stands between two clergy men. Two props of virtue for a christian Prince, To stay him from the fall of vanity, Famous Plantaganet, most gracious prince, Lend favourable ears to our request, And pardon us the interruption Of thy devotion and right Christian zeal. My Lord, there needs no such apology. I rather do beseech you pardon me, Who earnest in the service of my God, Neglect the visitation of my friends, But leaving this, what is your grace's pleasure? Even that I hope which pleaseth God above, And all good men of this ungoverned isle. I do suspect I have done some offence, That seems disgracious in the cities eyes, And that you come to reprehend my ignorance. You have my Lord, would it please your grace At our entreaties to amend that fault. Else wherefore breath I in a Christian land? Then know it is your fault that you resign The supreme seat, the throne majestical, The sceptred office of your ancestors, The lineal glory of your royal house, To the corruption of a blemishst stock: Whilst in the mildness of your sleepy thoughts, Which here we waken to our country's good, This noble I'll doth want her proper limbs, Her face defaced with scars of infamy, And almost shouldered in the swallowing gulf, Of blind forgetfulness and dark oblivion, Which to recure we heartily solicit, Your gracious self to take on you the sovereignty thereof, Not as Protector steward substitute, Or lowly factor for another's gain: But as successively from blood to blood, Your right of birth, your Empery, your own: For this consorted with the Citizens Your very worshipful and loving friends, And by their vehementinstigation, In this just suit come I to move your grace. I know not whether to departed in silence, Or bitterly to speak in your reproof, Best fitteth my degree or your condition: Your love deserves my thanks, but my desert unmeritable shunes your high request, First if all obstacles were cut away, And that my path were even to the crown, As my ripe revenue and dew by birth, Yet so much is my poverty of spirit, So mighty and so many my defects, As I had rather hide me from my greatness, Being a Bark to brook no mighty sea, Then in my greatness covet to be hid, And in the vapour of my glory smothered: But God be thanked there's no need of me, And much I need to help you if need were, The royal tree hath left us royal fruit, Which mellowed by the stealing hours of time, Will well become the seat of majesty, And make no doubt us happy by his reign, On him I lay what you would lay on me: The right and fortune of his happy stars, Which God defend that I should wring from him.
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Sorrie I am my noble Cosen should Suspect me that I meane no good to him. By heauen I come in perfect loue to him, And so once more returne and tell his grace: When hollie and deuout religious men, Are at their beads, tis hard to draw them thence, So sweet is zealous contemplation. See where he stands between two clergi men. Two props of vertue for a christian Prince, To staie him from the fall of vanitie, Famous Plantaganet, most gracious prince, Lend fauorable eares to our request, And pardon vs the interruption Of thy deuotion and right Christian zeale. My Lord, there needs no such apologie. I rather do beseech you pardon me, Who earnest in the seruice of my God, Neglect the visitation of my friends, But leauing this, what is your graces pleasure? Euen that I hope which pleaseth God aboue, And all good men of this vngouerned le. I do suspect I haue done some offence, That seemes disgracious in the Citties eies, And that you come to reprehend my ignorance. You haue my Lord, would it pleas your grace At our entreaties to amend that fault. Else wherefore breath I in a Christian land? Then know it is your fault that you resigne The supreame seat, the throne maiesticall, The sceptred office of your auncestors, The lineall glorie of your roiall house, To the corruption of a blemishst stoce: Whilst in the mildnesse of your sleepie thoughts, Which here we waken to our countries good, This noble Ile doth want her proper limbes, Her face defac't with scars of infamie, And almost shouldred in the swallowing gulph, Of blind forgetfulnesse and darke obliuion, Which to recure we hartily solicit, Your gratious selfe to take on you the soueraingtie thereof, Not as Protector steward substitute, Or lowlie factor for anothers gaine: But as successiuelie from bloud to bloud, Your right of birth, your Emperie, your owne: For this consorted with the Citizens Your verie worshipfull and louing frinds, And by their vehementinstigation, In this iust suite come I to moue your grace. I know not whether to depart in silence, Or bitterlie to speake in your reproofe, Best fitteth my degree or your condition: Your loue deserues my thanks, but my desert Vnmeritable shunes your high request, First if all obstacles were cut awaie, And that my path were euen to the crown, As my ripe reuenew and dew by birth, Yet so much is my pouerty of spirit, So mightie and so many my defects, As I had rather hide me from my greatnes, Beeing a Barke to brooke no mightie sea, Then in my greatnes couet to be hid, And in the vapour of my glorie smotherd: But God be thanked there's no need of me, And much I need to helpe you if need were, The roiall tree hath left vs roiall fruit, Which mellowed by the stealing houres of time, Will well become the seat of maiestie, And make no doubt vs happie by his raigne, On him I laie what you would laie on me: The right and fortune of his happie stars, Which God defend that I should wring from him.