Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · 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 · 489 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T18: king, lord, wallace, earl, edward, england, scotland, rebels, bruce, english.
Our very Veins of Life: hear me more plainly. I have in equal balance justly weighed, What wrongs our Arms may do, what wrongs we suffer, And find our Griefs heavier than our Offences. We see which way the stream of Time doth run, And are enforced from our most quiet there, By the rough Torrent of Occasion, And have the summary of all our Griefs (When time shall serve) to show in Articles; Which long ere this, we offered to the King, And might, by no Suit, gain our Audience: When we are wronged, and would unfold our Griefs, We are denied access unto his Person, Even by those men, that most have done us wrong. The dangers of the days but newly gone, Whose memory is written on the Earth With yet appearing blood; and the examples Of every Minute's instance (present now) Hath put us in these ill-beseeming Arms: Not to break Peace, or any Branch of it, But to establish here a Peace indeed, Concurring both in Name and Quality. When ever yet was your Appeal denied? Wherein have you been galled by the King? What Peer hath been suborned, to grate on you, That you should seal this lawless bloody Book Of forged Rebellion, with a Seal divine? My Brother general, the Commonwealth, I make my Quarrel, in particular. There is no need of any such redress: Or if there were, it not belongs to you. Why not to him in part, and to us all, That feel the bruises of the days before, And suffer the Condition of these Times To lay a heavy and unequal Hand upon our Honours? O my good Lord Mowbray, Construe the Times to their Necessities, And you shall say (indeed) it is the Time, And not the King, that doth you injuries. Yet for your part, it not appears to me, Either from the King, or in the present Time, That you should have an inch of any ground To build a Grief on: were you not restored To all the Duke of Norfolk's Seignories, Your Noble, and right well-remembred Fathers? What thing, in Honour, had my Father lost, That need to be revived, and breathed in me? The King that loved him, as the State stood then, Was forced, perforce compelled to banish him: And then, that Henry Bullingbrooke and he Being mounted, and both roused in their Seats, Their neighing Coursers daring of the Spur, Their armed staves in charge, their Beavers down, Their eyes of fire, sparkling through sights of Steel, And the loud Trumpet blowing them together: Then, then, when there was nothing could have stayed My Father from the Breast of Bullingbrooke; O, when the King did throw his Warder down, (His own Life hung upon the Staff he threw) Then threw he down himself, and all their Lives, That by Indictment, and by dint of Sword, Have since miscarried under Bullingbrooke.
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Our very Veines of Life: heare me more plainely. I haue in equall ballance iuſtly weigh'd, What wrongs our Arms may do, what wrongs we ſuffer, And finde our Griefes heauier then our Offences. Wee ſee which way the ſtreame of Time doth runne, And are enforc'd from our moſt quiet there, By the rough Torrent of Occaſion, And haue the ſummarie of all our Griefes (When time ſhall ſerue) to ſhew in Articles; Which long ere this, wee offer'd to the King, And might, by no Suit, gayne our Audience: When wee are wrong'd, and would vnfold our Griefes, Wee are deny'd acceſſe vnto his Perſon, Euen by thoſe men, that moſt haue done vs wrong. The dangers of the dayes but newly gone, Whoſe memorie is written on the Earth With yet appearing blood; and the examples Of euery Minutes inſtance (preſent now) Hath put vs in theſe ill-beſeeming Armes: Not to breake Peace, or any Branch of it, But to eſtabliſh here a Peace indeede, Concurring both in Name and Qualitie. When euer yet was your Appeale deny'd? Wherein haue you beene galled by the King? What Peere hath beene ſuborn'd, to grate on you, That you ſhould ſeale this lawleſſe bloody Booke Of forg'd Rebellion, with a Seale diuine? My Brother generall, the Common-wealth, I make my Quarrell, in particular. There is no neede of any ſuch redreſſe: Or if there were, it not belongs to you. Why not to him in part, and to vs all, That feele the bruizes of the dayes before, And ſuffer the Condition of theſe Times To lay a heauie and vnequall Hand vpon our Honors? O my good Lord Mowbray, Conſtrue the Times to their Neceſſities, And you ſhall ſay (indeede) it is the Time, And not the King, that doth you iniuries. Yet for your part, it not appeares to me, Either from the King, or in the preſent Time, That you ſhould haue an ynch of any ground To build a Griefe on: were you not reſtor'd To all the Duke of Norfolkes Seignories, Your Noble, and right well-remembred Fathers? What thing, in Honor, had my Father loſt, That need to be reuiu'd, and breath'd in me? The King that lou'd him, as the State ſtood then, Was forc'd, perforce compell'd to baniſh him: And then, that Henry Bullingbrooke and hee Being mounted, and both rowſed in their Seates, Their neighing Courſers daring of the Spurre, Their armed Staues in charge, their Beauers downe, Their eyes of fire, ſparkling through ſights of Steele, And the lowd Trumpet blowing them together: Then, then, when there was nothing could haue ſtay'd My Father from the Breaſt of Bullingbrooke; O, when the King did throw his Warder downe, (His owne Life hung vpon the Staffe hee threw) Then threw hee downe himſelfe, and all their Liues, That by Indictment, and by dint of Sword, Haue ſince miſ-carryed vnder Bullingbrooke.