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 · 489 words
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You are too senseless obstinate, my Lord, Too ceremonious, and traditional. Weigh it but with the grossness of this Age, You break not Sanctuary, in seizing him: The benefit thereof is always granted To those, whose dealings have deserved the place, And those who have the wit to claim the place: This Prince hath neither claimed it, nor deserved it, And therefore, in mine opinion, cannot have it. Then taking him from thence, that is not there, You break no Privilege, nor Charter there: Oft have I heard of Sanctuary men, But Sanctuary children, ne'er till now. My Lord, you shall o'errule my mind for once. Come on, Lord Hastings, will you go with me? I go, my Lord. Good Lords, make all the speedy haste you may. Say, Uncle Gloucester, if our Brother come, Where shall we sojourn, till our Coronation? Where it thinkest best unto your Royal self. If I may counsel you, some day or two Your Highness shall repose you at the Tower: Then where you please, and shall be thought most fit For your best health, and recreation. I do not like the Tower, of any place: Did Iulius Caesar build that place, my Lord? He did, my gracious Lord, begin that place, Which since, succeeding Ages have re-edifyed. Is it upon record? or else reported Successively from age to age, he built it? Upon record, my gracious Lord. But say, my Lord, it were not registered, Me thinks the truth should live from age to age, As 'twere retailed to all posterity, Even to the general ending day. So wise, so young, they say do never live long. What say you, Uncle? I say, without Characters, Fame lives long. Thus, like the formal Vice, Iniquity, I moralize two meanings in one word. That Iulius Caesar was a famous man, With what his Valour did enrich his Wit, His Wit set down, to make his Valour live: Death makes no Conquest of his Conqueror, For now he lives in Fame, though not in Life. I'll tell you what, my Cousin Buckingham. What, my gracious Lord? And if I live until I be a man, I'll win our ancient Right in France again, Or dye a Soldier, as I lived a King. Short Summers lightly have a forward Spring. Now in good time, here comes the Duke of York. Richard of York, how fares our Noble Brother? Well, my dear Lord, so must I call you now. I, Brother, to our grief, as it is yours: Too late he died, that might have kept that Title, Which by his death hath lost much Majesty. How fares our Cousin, Noble Lord of York? I thank you, gentle Uncle. O my Lord, You said, that idle Weeds are fast in growth: The Prince, my Brother, hath outgrown me far. He hath, my Lord. And therefore is he idle? Oh my fair Cousin, I must not say so.
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You are too ſenceleſſe obſtinate, my Lord, Too ceremonious, and traditionall. Weigh it but with the groſſeneſſe of this Age, You breake not Sanctuarie, in ſeizing him: The benefit thereof is alwayes granted To thoſe, whoſe dealings haue deſeru'd the place, And thoſe who haue the wit to clayme the place: This Prince hath neyther claym'd it, nor deſeru'd it, And therefore, in mine opinion, cannot haue it. Then taking him from thence, that is not there, You breake no Priuiledge, nor Charter there: Oft haue I heard of Sanctuarie men, But Sanctuarie children, ne're till now. My Lord, you ſhall o're-rule my mind for once. Come on, Lord Haſtings, will you goe with me? I goe, my Lord. Good Lords, make all the ſpeedie haſt you may. Say, Vnckle Gloceſter, if our Brother come, Where ſhall we ſoiourne, till our Coronation? Where it think'ſt beſt vnto your Royall ſelfe. If I may counſaile you, ſome day or two Your Highneſſe ſhall repoſe you at the Tower: Then where you pleaſe, and ſhall be thought moſt fit For your beſt health, and recreation. I doe not like the Tower, of any place: Did Iulius Caeſar build that place, my Lord? He did, my gracious Lord, begin that place, Which ſince, ſucceeding Ages haue re-edify'd. Is it vpon record? or elſe reported Succeſſiuely from age to age, he built it? Vpon record, my gracious Lord. But ſay, my Lord, it were not regiſtred, Me thinkes the truth ſhould liue from age to age, As 'twere retayl'd to all poſteritie, Euen to the generall ending day. So wiſe, ſo young, they ſay doe neuer liue long. What ſay you, Vnckle? I ſay, without Characters, Fame liues long. Thus, like the formall Vice, Iniquitie, I morallize two meanings in one word. That Iulius Caeſar was a famous man, With what his Valour did enrich his Wit, His Wit ſet downe, to make his Valour liue: Death makes no Conqueſt of his Conqueror, For now he liues in Fame, though not in Life. Ile tell you what, my Couſin Buckingham. What, my gracious Lord? And if I liue vntill I be a man, Ile win our ancient Right in France againe, Or dye a Souldier, as I liu'd a King. Short Summers lightly haue a forward Spring. Now in good time, heere comes the Duke of Yorke. Richard of Yorke, how fares our Noble Brother? Well, my deare Lord, ſo muſt I call you now. I, Brother, to our griefe, as it is yours: Too late he dy'd, that might haue kept that Title, Which by his death hath loſt much Maieſtie. How fares our Couſin, Noble Lord of Yorke? I thanke you, gentle Vnckle. O my Lord, You ſaid, that idle Weeds are faſt in growth: The Prince, my Brother, hath out-growne me farre. He hath, my Lord. And therefore is he idle? Oh my faire Couſin, I muſt not ſay ſo.