Shakespeare, William · published 1600 · first performed or written 1597 [c.1597-1598] (Annals) history · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men unassigned nearest T18 Rebels, barons and the king's wars at ho · 518 words
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Health to my sovereign, and new happiness Added to that that I am to deliver, Prince Iohn your son doth kiss your grace's hand. Mowbray, the Bishop, Scroop, Pastings, and all, Are brought to the correction of your law: There is not now a rebels sword vnsheathd, But Peace puts forth her olive every where, The manner how this action hath been borne, Here at more leisure may your highness read, With every course in his particular. O Westmoreland, thou art a summer bird, Which ever in the haunch of winter sings The lifting up of day: look here's more news. From enemy's heavens▪ keep your majesty, And when they stand against you▪ may they fall As those that I am come to tell you of: The Earl Northumberland, and the Lord Bardolfe, With a great power of English, and of Scots, Are by the sheriff of Yorkshire overthrown, The manner, and true order of the fight, This packet, please it you, contains at large. And wherefore should these good news make me sick? Will Fortune never come with both hands full. But wet her fair words still in foulest terms? She either gives a stomach, and no food, Such are the poor in health: or else a feast, And takes away the stomach, such are the rich That have abundance, and enjoy it not: I should rejoice now at this happy news, Aud now my sight failes, and my braine is giddy, O me, come near me, now I am much ill. Comfort your majesty. O my royal father! My sovereign Lord, cheer up yourself, look up. Be patiented princes, you do know these fits Are with his highness very ordinary. Stand from him, give him air, he'll strait be well. No, no, he cannot long hold out these pangs, Th●incessant care and labour of his mind, Hath wrought the Mure that should confine it in, So thin that life looks through. The people fear me, for they do observe Vnfathered heirs, and loathly births of nature, The seasons change their manners, as the year Had found some months a sleep, and leapt them over. The river hath thrice flowed, no ebb between, And the old folk, (Times doting chronicles,) Say, it did so a little time before That our great grandsire Edward, sickt and died. Speak lower, princes, for the King recovers. This apoplexi will certain be his end. I pray you take me up and bear me hence, Into some other chamber. Let there be no noise made, my gentle friends, Unless some dull and favourable hand Will whisper music to my weary spirit. Call for the music in the other room. Set me the crown upon my pillow here. His eye is hollow, and he changes much. Less noise, less noise. Who saw the duke of Clarence? I am here brother, full of heaviness. How now, rain within doors, and none abroad? How doth the King? Exceeding ill. Herd he the good news yet? tell it him. He altered much upon the hearing it, If he be sick with joy, he'll recover without physic.
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Health to my soueraigne, and new happinesse Added to that that I am to deliuer, Prince Iohn your sonne doth kisse your graces hand. Mowbray, the Bishop, Scroope, Pastings, and al, Are brought to the correction of your law: There is not now a rebels sword vnsheathd, But Peace puts forth her oliue euery where, The manner how this action hath bin borne, Here at more leisure may your highnesse reade, With euery course in his particular. O Westmerland, thou art a summer bird, VVhich euer in the haunch of winter sings The lifting up of day: looke heres more newes. From enemies heauens▪ keep your maiesty, And when they stand against you▪ may they fall As those that I am come to tell you of: The Earle Northumberland, and the Lord Bardolfe, With a great power of English, and of Scots, Are by the shrieue of Yorkshire ouerthrowne, The manner, and true order of the fight, This packet, please it you, containes at large. And wherfore should these good news make me sicke? Will Fortune neuer come with both hands full. But wet her faire words stil in foulest termes? She either giues a stomach, and no foode, Such are the poore in health: or else a feast, And takes away the stomach, such are the rich That haue aboundance, and enioy it not: I should reioyce now at this happy newes, Aud now my sight failes, and my braine is giddy, O me, come neare me, now I am much ill. Comfort your maiesty. O my royall father! My soueraigne Lord, cheere vp your selfe, look vp. Be patient princes, you do know these fits Are with his highnesse very ordinary. Stand from him, giue him ayre, heel straight be wel. No, no, he cannot long hold out these pangs, Thincessant care and labour of his mind, Hath wrought the Mure that should confine it in, So thin that life lookes through. The people feare me, for they do obserue Vnfather'd heires, and lothly births of nature, The seasons change their manners, as the yeere Had found some moneths a sleepe, and leapt them ouer. The riuer hath thrice flowed, no ebbe between, And the old folk, (Times doting chronicles,) Say, it did so a little time before That our great grandsire Edward, sickt and died. Speake lower, princes, for the King recouers. This apoplexi wil certaine be his end. I pray you take me vp and beare me hence, Into some other chamber. Let there be no noyse made, my gentle friends, Vnlesse some dull and fauourable hand Will whisper musique to my weary spirite. Call for the musique in the other roome. Set me the crowne vpon my pillow here. His eie is hollow, and he changes much. Lesse noyse, lesse noyse. Who saw the duke of Clarence? I am here brother, ful of heauinesse. How now, raine within doores, and none abroad? How doth the King? Exceeding ill. Heard he the good newes yet? tell it him. He altred much vpon the hearing it, If he be sicke with ioy, heele recouer without phisicke.