Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written 1597 [c.1596-1597] (Annals) history · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men unassigned nearest T53 The crown: kingship claimed, resigned an · 525 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.
And Heaven defend, but still I should stand so, So long as out of Limit, and true Rule, You stand against anointed Majesty. But to my Charge. The King hath sent to know The nature of your Griefs, and whereupon You conjure from the Breast of Civil Peace, Such bold Hostility, teaching his duteous Land Audacious Cruelty. If that the King Have any way your good Deserts forgot, Which he confesseth to be manifold, He bids you name your Griefs, and with all speed You shall have your desires, with interest; And Pardon absolute for yourself, and these, Herein misled, by your suggestion. The King is kind: And well we know, the King Knows at what time to promise, when to pay. My Father, my Uncle, and myself, Did give him that same Royalty he wears: And when he was not six and twenty strong, Sick in the World's regard, wretched, and low, A poor unminded Outlaw, sneaking home, My Father gave him welcome to the shore: And when he heard him swear, and vow to God, He came but to be Duke of Lancaster, To sue his Livery, and beg his Peace, With tears of innocency, and terms of Zeal; My Father, in kind heart and pity moved, Swore him assistance, and performed it too. Now, when the Lords and Barons of the Realm Perceived Northumberland did lean to him, The more and less came in with Cap and Knee, Met him in Boroughs, Cities, Villages, Attended him on Bridges, stood in Lanes, Laid Gifts before him, proffered him their Oaths, Gave him their Heirs, as Pages followed him, Even at the heels, in golden multitudes, He presently, as Greatness knows itself, Steps me a little higher than his Vow Made to my Father, while his blood was poor, Upon the naked shore at Ravenspurgh: And now (forsooth) takes on him to reform Some certain Edicts, and some straight Decrees, That lay too heavy on the Commonwealth; Cries out upon abuses, seems to weep Over his Country's Wrongs: and by this Face, This seeming Brow of justice, did he win The hearts of all that he did angle for. Proceeded further, cut me off the Heads Of all the Favourites, that the absent King In deputation left behind him here, When he was personal in the Irish War. Tut, I came not to hear this. Then to the point. In short time after, he deposed the King. Soon after that, deprived him of his Life: And in the neck of that, tasked the whole State. To make that worse, suffered his Kinsman March, Who is, if every Owner were placed, Indeed his King, to be engaged in Wales, There, without Ransom, to lie forfeited: Disgraced me in my happy Victories, Sought to entrap me by intelligence, Rated my Uncle from the Councell-Boord, In rage dismissed my Father from the Court, Broke Oath on Oath, committed Wrong on Wrong, And in conclusion, drove us to seek out This Head of safety; and withal, to pry Into his Title: the which we find Too indirect, for long continuance. Shall I return this answer to the King?
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And Heauen defend, but ſtill I ſhould ſtand ſo, So long as out of Limit, and true Rule, You ſtand againſt anoynted Maieſtie. But to my Charge. The King hath ſent to know The nature of your Griefes, and whereupon You coniure from the Breſt of Ciuill Peace, Such bold Hoſtilitie, teaching his dutious Land Audacious Crueltie. If that the King Haue any way your good Deſerts forgot, Which he confeſſeth to be manifold, He bids you name your Griefes, and with all ſpeed You ſhall haue your deſires, with intereſt; And Pardon abſolute for your ſelfe, and theſe, Herein mis-led, by your ſuggeſtion. The King is kinde: And well wee know, the King Knowes at what time to promiſe, when to pay. My Father, my Vnckle, and my ſelfe, Did giue him that ſame Royaltie he weares: And when he was not ſixe and twentie ſtrong, Sicke in the Worlds regard, wretched, and low, A poore vnminded Out-law, ſneaking home, My Father gaue him welcome to the ſhore: And when he heard him ſweare, and vow to God, He came but to be Duke of Lancaſter, To ſue his Liuerie, and begge his Peace, With teares of Innocencie, and tearmes of Zeale; My Father, in kinde heart and pitty mou'd, Swore him aſſiſtance, and perform'd it too. Now, when the Lords and Barons of the Realme Perceiu'd Northumberland did leane to him, The more and leſſe came in with Cap and Knee, Met him in Boroughs, Cities, Villages, Attended him on Bridges, ſtood in Lanes, Layd Gifts before him, proffer'd him their Oathes, Gaue him their Heires, as Pages followed him, Euen at the heeles, in golden multitudes, He preſently, as Greatneſſe knowes it ſelfe, Steps me a little higher then his Vow Made to my Father, while his blood was poore, Vpon the naked ſhore at Rauenſpurgh: And now (forſooth) takes on him to reforme Some certaine Edicts, and ſome ſtrait Decrees, That lay too heauie on the Common-wealth; Cryes out vpon abuſes, ſeemes to weepe Ouer his Countries Wrongs: and by this Face, This ſeeming Brow of Iuſtice, did he winne The hearts of all that hee did angle for. Proceeded further, cut me off the Heads Of all the Fauorites, that the abſent King In deputation left behinde him heere, When hee was perſonall in the Iriſh Warre. Tut, I came not to heare this. Then to the point. In ſhort time after, hee depos'd the King. Soone after that, depriu'd him of his Life: And in the neck of that, task't the whole State. To make that worſe, ſuffer'd his Kinſman March, Who is, if euery Owner were plac'd, Indeede his King, to be engag'd in Wales, There, without Ranſome, to lye forfeited: Diſgrac'd me in my happie Victories, Sought to intrap me by intelligence, Rated my Vnckle from the Councell-Boord, In rage diſmiſs'd my Father from the Court, Broke Oath on Oath, committed Wrong on Wrong, And in concluſion, droue vs to ſeeke out This Head of ſafetie; and withall, to prie Into his Title: the which wee finde Too indirect, for long continuance. Shall I returne this anſwer to the King?