Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written 1592 [1591-1592] (Annals) tragedy; history · Derby's (Strange's) Men (?) unassigned nearest T53 The crown: kingship claimed, resigned an · 525 words
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Why this it is, when men are ruled by Women: 'Tis not the King that sends you to the Tower, My Lady Grey his Wife, Clarence 'tis she. That tempts him to this harsh Extremity. Was it not she, and that good man of Worship, Anthony Woodeulle her Brother there, That made him send Lord Hastings to the Tower? From whence this present day he is delivered? We are not safe Clarence, we are not safe. By heaven, I think there is no man secure But the Queen's Kindred, and nightwalking Heralds, That trudge betwixt the King, and Mistress Shore. Herd you not what an humble Suppliant Lord Hastings was, for her delivery? Humbly complaining to her Deity, Got my Lord Chamberlain his liberty. I'll tell you what, I think it is our way, If we will keep in favour with the King, To be her men, and wear her Livery. The jealous o'erworn Widow, and herself, Since that our Brother dubbed them Gentlewomen, Are mighty Gossips in our Monarchy. I beseech your Graces both to pardon me, His Majesty hath straightly given in charge, That no man shall have private Conference (Of what degree soever) with your Brother. Even so, and please your Worship Brakenbury, You may partake of any thing we say: We speak no Treason man; We say the King Is wise and virtuous, and his Noble Queen Well strooke in years, fair, and not jealous. We say, that Shore's Wife hath a pretty Foot, A cherry Lip, a bonny Eye, a passing pleasing tongue: And that the Queen's Kindred are made gentle Folks. How say you sir? can you deny all this? With this (my Lord) myself have nought to do. Naught to do with Mistress Shore? I tell thee Fellow, he that doth naught with her (Excepting one) were best to do it secretly alone. What one, my Lord? Her Husband Knave, wouldst thou betray me? I do beseech your Grace To pardon me, and withal forbear Your Conference with the Noble Duke. We know thy charge Brakenbury, and will obey. We are the Queen's abjects, and must obey. Brother farewell, I will unto the King, And whatsoever you will employ me in, Were it to call King Edward's Widow, Sister, I will perform it to infranchise you. Mean time, this deep disgrace in Brotherhood. Touches me deeper than you can imagine. I know it pleaseth neither of us well. Well, your imprisonment shall not be long, I will deliver you, or else lie for you: Mean time, have patience. I must perforce: Farewell. Go tread the path that thou shalt ne'er return: Simple plain Clarence, I do love thee so, That I will shortly send thy Soul to Heaven, If Heaven will take the present at our hands. But who comes here? the new delivered Hastings? Good time of day unto my gracious Lord. As much unto my good Lord Chamberlain: Well are you welcome to this open Air, How hath your Lordship brooked imprisonment? With patience (Noble Lord) as prisoners must: But I shall live (my Lord) to give them thankes That were the cause of my imprisonment.
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Why this it is, when men are rul'd by Women: 'Tis not the King that ſends you to the Tower, My Lady Grey his Wife, Clarence 'tis ſhee. That tempts him to this harſh Extremity. Was it not ſhee, and that good man of Worſhip, Anthony Woodeulle her Brother there, That made him ſend Lord Haſtings to the Tower? From whence this preſent day he is deliuered? We are not ſafe Clarence, we are not ſafe. By heauen, I thinke there is no man ſecure But the Queenes Kindred, and night-walking Heralds, That trudge betwixt the King, and Miſtris Shore. Heard you not what an humble Suppliant Lord Haſtings was, for her deliuery? Humbly complaining to her Deitie, Got my Lord Chamberlaine his libertie. Ile tell you what, I thinke it is our way, If we will keepe in fauour with the King, To be her men, and weare her Liuery. The iealous ore-worne Widdow, and her ſelfe, Since that our Brother dub'd them Gentlewomen, Are mighty Goſsips in our Monarchy. I beſeech your Graces both to pardon me, His Maieſty hath ſtraightly giuen in charge, That no man ſhall haue priuate Conference (Of what degree ſoeuer) with your Brother. Euen ſo, and pleaſe your Worſhip Brakenbury, You may partake of any thing we ſay: We ſpeake no Treaſon man; We ſay the King Is wiſe and vertuous, and his Noble Queene Well ſtrooke in yeares, faire, and not iealious. We ſay, that Shores Wife hath a pretty Foot, A cherry Lip, a bonny Eye, a paſsing pleaſing tongue: And that the Queenes Kindred are made gentle Folkes. How ſay you ſir? can you deny all this? With this (my Lord) my ſelfe haue nought to doo. Naught to do with Miſtris Shore? I tell thee Fellow, he that doth naught with her (Excepting one) were beſt to do it ſecretly alone. What one, my Lord? Her Husband Knaue, would'ſt thou betray me? I do beſeech your Grace To pardon me, and withall forbeare Your Conference with the Noble Duke. We know thy charge Brakenbury, and wil obey. We are the Queenes abiects, and muſt obey. Brother farewell, I will vnto the King, And whatſoe're you will imploy me in, Were it to call King Edwards Widdow, Siſter, I will performe it to infranchiſe you▪ Meane time, this deepe diſgrace in Brotherhood. Touches me deeper then you can imagine. I know it pleaſeth neither of vs well. Well, your impriſonment ſhall not be long, I will deliuer you, or elſe lye for you: Meane time, haue patience. I muſt perforce: Farewell. Go treade the path that thou ſhalt ne're return: Simple plaine Clarence, I do loue thee ſo, That I will ſhortly ſend thy Soule to Heauen, If Heauen will take the preſent at our hands. But who comes heere? the new deliuered Haſtings? Good time of day vnto my gracious Lord. As much vnto my good Lord Chamberlaine: Well are you welcome to this open Ayre, How hath your Lordſhip brook'd impriſonment? With patience (Noble Lord) as priſoners muſt: But I ſhall liue (my Lord) to giue them thankes That were the cauſe of my impriſonment.