Shakespeare, William · published 1600 · first performed or written 1597 [c.1597-1598] (Annals) history · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men unassigned nearest T53 The crown: kingship claimed, resigned an · 490 words
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So thou the garland wear'st successively, Yet though thou stand'st more sure than I could do, Thou art not firm enough, since griefs are green, And all thy friends which thou must make thy friends, Have but their stings and teeth newly ta'en out: By whose fell working I was first advanced, And by whose power I well might lodge a fear To be again displacde: which to avoid, I cut them off, and had a purpose, now To lead out many to the Holy Land, Lest rest, and lying still, might make them look, Too near unto my state: therefore, my Harry, Be it thy course to busy giddy minds With foreign quarrels, that action hence borne out, May waste the memory of the former days. More would I, but my lungs are wasted so, That strength of speech is utterly denied me: How I came by the crown, O God forgive, And grant it may with thee in true peace live. You won it, wore it, kept it, gave it me, Then plain and right must my possession be, Which I with more than with a common pain, 'Gainst all the world will rightfully maintain. Look, look, here comes my Iohn of Lancaster. Health, peace and happiness to my royal father. Thou bringst me happiness and peace son Iohn, But health (alack) with youthful wings is flown From this bare withered tru●ke: upon thy sight, My worldly business makes a period: Where is my lord of Warwick? My Lord of Warwick. Doth any name particular belong Unto the lodging where I first did swoon? 'tis called Ierusalem, my noble Lord. Laud be to God, even there my life must end. It hath been prophecide to me many years, I should not die, but in Ierusalem, Which vainly I supposed the Holy Land: But bear me to that chamber, there i'll lie, In that Ierusalem shall Harry die. By cock and pie sir, you shall not away to night, what Davy I say? You must excuse me master Robert Shallow. I will not excuse you, you shall not be excused, excuses shall not be admitted, there is no excuse shall serve, you shall not be excused: why Dauy. Here sir. Davy, Davy, Davy, Davy, let me see Davy, let me see Davy, let me see, yea mary William Cook, bid him come hither, sir Iohn, you shall not be excused. Mary sir thus, those precepts can not be served, and again sir, shall we sow the hade land with wheat? With red wheat Davy, but for William Cook are there no young pigeons? Yes sir, here is now the Smith's note for shoeing and plow-yrons. Let it be cast and paid: sir Iohn, you shall not be excused. Now sir, a new link to the bucket must needs be had: and sir, do you mean to stop any of William's wages, about the sack he lost at Hunkly Fair?
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So thou the garland wearst successiuely, Yet though thou standst more sure then I could do, Thou art not firme enough, since griefes are greene, And all thy friends which thou must make thy friends, Haue but their stings and teeth newly tane out: By whose fell working I was first aduaunst, And by whose power I well might lodge a feare To be againe displacde: which to auoyde, I cut them off, and had a purpose, now To leade out manie to the Holy Land, Lest rest, and lying stil, might make them looke, Too neare vnto my state: therefore, my Harry, Be it thy course to busie giddie mindes With forraine quarrells, that action hence borne out, May waste the memory of the former dayes. More would I, but my lungs are wasted so, That strength of speech is vtterly denied me: How I came by the crowne, O God forgiue, And grant it may with thee in true peace liue. You won it, wore it, kept it, gaue it me, Then plaine and right must my possession be, Which I with more then with a common paine, Gainst all the world will rightfully maintaine. Looke, looke, here comes my Iohn of Lancaster. Health, peace and happinesse to my royall father. Thou bringst me happinesse and peace sonne Iohn, But health (alacke) with youthfull wings is flowne From this bare witherd truke: vpon thy sight, My worldly busines makes a period: Where is my lord of Warwicke? My Lord of Warwicke. Doth any name perticular belong Vnto the lodging where I first did swound? Tis cald Ierusalem, my noble Lord. Laud be to God, euen there my life must end. It hath bin prophecide to me many yeares, I should not die, but in Ierusalem, Which vainely I supposde the Holy Land: But beare me to that chamber, there ile lie, In that Ierusalem shall Harry die. By cock and pie sir, you shal not away to night, what Dauy I say? You must excuse me master Robert Shallow. I will not excuse you, you shall not be excusde, excuses shall not be admitted, there is no excuse shall serue, you shall not be excusde: why Dauy. Here sir. Dauy, Dauy, Dauy, Dauy, let me see Dauy, let me see Dauy, let me see, yea mary VVilliam Cooke, bid him come hither, sir Iohn, you shal not be excused. Mary sir thus, those precepts can not be serued, and againe sir, shal we sow the hade land with wheate? VVith red wheat Dauy, but for VVilliam Cooke are there no yong pigeons? Yes sir, here is now the Smiths note for shooing and plow-yrons. Let it be cast and payed: sir Iohn, you shal not be excused. Now sir, a new lincke to the bucket must needes be had: and sir, do you meane to stop any of VVilliams wages, about the sacke he lost at Hunkly Faire?