Shakespeare, William · published 1597 · first performed or written 1592 [1591-1592] (Annals) tragedy; history · Derby's (Strange's) Men (?) unassigned nearest T52 Prodigals, portions and poor kin · 508 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T52: brother, father, uncle, cousin, son, poor, bread, old, given, master.
My lord, this argues conscience in your grace, But the respects thereof are nice and trivial, All circumstances well considered: You say that Edward is your brother's son, So say we to, but not by Edward's wife, For first he was contract to lady Lucy, Your mother lives a witness to that vow, And afterward by substitute betrothed To Bena sister to the king of France, These both put by a poor petitioner A care-crazd mother of a many children, A beauty-waining and distressed widow, Even in the afternoon of her best days Made prize and purchase of his lustful eye, Seduct the pitch and height of all his thoughts, To base declension and loathed bigamy, By her in his unlawful bed he got. This Edward whom our manners term the prince, More bitterly could I expostulate, Save that for reverence to some alive I give a sparing limit to my tongue: Then good my Lord, take to your royal self, This proffered benefit of dignity: If not to bless us and the land withal, Yet to draw out your royal stock, From the corruption of abusing time, Unto a lineal true derived course. Do good my Lord your Citizens entreat you. O make them joyful grant their lawful suit. Alas, why would you heap these cares on me, I am unfit for state and dignity, I do beseech you take it not amiss, I cannot nor I will not yield to you. If you refuse it as in love and zeal, Loath to depose the child your brother's son, As well we know your tenderness of heart, And gentle kind effeminate remorse, Which we have noted in you to your kin, And egallie indeed to all estates, Yet whether you accept our suit or no; Your brother's son shall never reign our king, But we will plant some other in the throne, To the disgrace and downfall of your house: And in this resolution here we leave you. Come Citizens, zounds i'll entreat no more. O do not swear my Lord of Buckingham. Call them again, my lord, and accept their suit. Do, good my lord, lest all the land do rue it. Would you enforce me to a world of care: Well, call them again, I am not made of stones, But penetrable to your kind entreats, Albeit against my conscience and my soul. Cousin of Buckingham, and you sage grave men Since you will buckle fortune on my back, To bear her burden whether I will or no, I must have patience to endure the load, But if black scandal or ●oule-fac't reproach Attend the sequel of your imposition, Your mere enforcement shall acquittance me From all the impure blots and stains thereof, For God he knows, and you may partly see, How far I am from the desire thereof. God bless your grace, we see it, and will say it. In saying so, you shall but say the truth. Then I salute you with this kingly title: Long live Richard, England's royal king. Amen.
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Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
My lord, this argues conscience in your grace, But the respects thereof are nice and triuiall, All circumstances well considered: You saie that Edward is your brothers sonne, So saie we to, but not by Edwards wife, For first he was contract to lady Lucy, Your mother liues a witnesse to that vowe, And afterward by substitute beothed To Bena sister to the king of Fraunce, These both put by a poore petitioner A care-crazd mother of a many children, A beauty-waining and distressed widow, Euen in the afternoone of her best daies Made prise and purchase of his lustfull eye, Seduct the pitch and height of al his thoughts, To base declension and loathd bigamie, By her in his vnlawfull bed he got. This Edward whom our maners terme the prince, More bitterlie could I expostulate, Saue that for reuerence to some aliue I giue a sparing limit to my tongue: Then good my Lord, take to your royall selfe, This poffered benefit of dignitie: If not to blesse vs and the land withall, Yet to draw out your royall stocke, From the corruption of abusing time, Vnto a lineall true deriued course. Do good my Lord your Cittizens entreat you. O make them ioifull grant their lawful suite. Alas, why would you heape these cares on me, I am vnfit for state and dignitie, I do beseech you take it not amisse, I cannot nor I will not yeeld to you. If you refuse it as in loue and zeale, Loath to depose the child your brothers sonne, As well we know your tendernes of heart, An gentle kind effeminate remorse, Which wee haue noted in you to your kin, And egallie indeed to all estates, Yt whether you accept our suite or no; Your brothers sonne shall neuer aigne our king, But we will plant some other in the throane, To the disgrace and downfall of your house: And in this resolution here we leaue you. Come Citizens, zounds ile intreat no more. O do not sweare my Lord of Bckingham. Call them againe, my lord, and accept their sute. Doe, good my lord, least all the land do rew it. Would you inforce me to a world of care: Well, call them againe, I am not made of stones, But penetrable to your kind intreates, Albeit against my conscience and my soule. Coosin of Buckingham, and you sage graue men Since you will buckle fortune on my backe, To beare her burthen whether I will or no, I must haue patience to indure the lode, But if blacke scandale or oule-fac't reproch Attend the sequell of your imposition, Your meere inforcement shall acquittance mee From all the impure blots and staines thereof, For God he knowes, and you may partly see, How farre I am from the desire thereof. God blesse your grace, we see it, and will say it. In saying so, you shall but say the truth. Then I salute you with this kingly title: Long liue Richard, Englands royall king. Amen.