Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · 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 · 493 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.
O pardon me (my Liege) But for my Tears, The most Impediments unto my Speech, I had forestalled this dear, and deep Rebuke, Ere you (with grief) had spoke, and I had heard The course of it so far. There is your Crown, And he that wears the Crown immortally, Long guard it yours. If I affect it more, Then as your Honour, and as your Renown, Let me no more from this Obedience rise, Which my most true, and inward duteous Spirit Teacheth this prostrate, and exterior bending. Heaven witness with me, when I here came in, And found no course of breath within your Majesty, How cold it strooke my heart. If I do fain, O let me, in my present wildness, die, And never live, to show th' incredulous World, The Noble change that I have purposed. Coming to look on you, thinking you dead, (And dead almost (my Liege) to think you were) I spoke unto the Crown (as having sense) And thus upbraided it. The Care on thee depending, Hath fed upon the body of my Father, Therefore, thou best of Gold, art worst of Gold. Other, less fine in charact, is more precious, Preserving life, in medicine potable: But thou, most Fine, most Honoured, most Renowned, Hast eat the Bearer up. Thus (my Royal Liege) Accusing it, I put it on my Head, To try with it (as with an Enemy, That had before my face murdered my Father) The Quarrel of a true Inheritor. But if it did infect my blood with joy, Or swell my Thoughts, to any strain of Pride, If any Rebel, or vain spirit of mine, Did, with the least Affection of a Welcome, Give entertainment to the might of it, Let heaven, for ever, keep it from my head, And make me, as the poorest Vassal is, That doth with awe, and terror kneel to it. O my Son! Heaven put it in thy mind to take it hence, That thou mightst join the more, thy Father's love, Pleading so wisely, in excuse of it. Come hither Harrie, sit thou by my bed, And hear (I think, the very latest Counsel That ever I shall breathe: Heaven knows, my Son) By what bypaths, and indirect crook'd-wayes I met this Crown: and I myself know well How troublesome it sat upon my head. To thee, it shall descend with better Quiet, Better Opinion, better Confirmation: For all the soil of the Achievement goes With me, into the Earth. It seemed in me, But as an Honour snatched with boisterous hand, And I had many living, to upbraid My gain of it, by their Assistances, Which daily grew to Quarrel, and to Bloodshed, Wounding supposed Peace. All these bold Fears, Thou seest (with peril) I have answered: For all my Reign, hath been but as a Scene Acting that argument. And now my death Changes the Mood: For what in me, was purchased,
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O pardon me (my Liege) But for my Teares, The moſt Impediments vnto my Speech, I had fore-ſtall'd this deere, and deepe Rebuke, Ere you (with greefe) had ſpoke, and I had heard The courſe of it ſo farre. There is your Crowne, And he that weares the Crowne immortally, Long guard it yours. If I affect it more, Then as your Honour, and as your Renowne, Let me no more from this Obedience riſe, Which my moſt true, and inward duteous Spirit Teacheth this proſtrate, and exteriour bending. Heauen witneſſe with me, when I heere came in, And found no courſe of breath within your Maieſtie, How cold it ſtrooke my heart. If I do faine, O let me, in my preſent wildeneſſe, dye, And neuer liue, to ſhew th' incredulous World, The Noble change that I haue purpoſed. Comming to looke on you, thinking you dead, (And dead almoſt (my Liege) to thinke you were) I ſpake vnto the Crowne (as hauing ſenſe) And thus vpbraided it. The Care on thee depending, Hath fed vpon the body of my Father, Therefore, thou beſt of Gold, art worſt of Gold. Other, leſſe fine in Charact, is more precious, Preſeruing life, in Medcine potable: But thou, moſt Fine, moſt Honour'd, moſt Renown'd, Haſt eate the Bearer vp. Thus (my Royall Liege) Accuſing it, I put it on my Head, To try with it (as with an Enemie, That had before my face murdred my Father) The Quarrell of a true Inheritor. But if it did infect my blood with Ioy, Or ſwell my Thoughts, to any ſtraine of Pride, If any Rebell, or vaine ſpirit of mine, Did, with the leaſt Affection of a Welcome, Giue entertainment to the might of it, Let heauen, for euer, keepe it from my head, And make me, as the pooreſt Vaſſaile is, That doth with awe, and terror kneele to it. O my Sonne! Heauen put it in thy minde to take it hence, That thou might'ſt ioyne the more, thy Fathers loue, Pleading ſo wiſely, in excuſe of it. Come hither Harrie, ſit thou by my bedde, And heare (I thinke, the very lateſt Counſell That euer I ſhall breath: Heauen knowes, my Sonne) By what by-pathes, and indirect crook'd-wayes I met this Crowne: and I my ſelfe know well How troubleſome it ſate vpon my head. To thee, it ſhall deſcend with better Quiet, Better Opinion, better Confirmation: For all the ſoyle of the Atchieuement goes With me, into the Earth. It ſeem'd in mee, But as an Honour ſnatch'd with boyſt'rous hand, And I had many liuing, to vpbraide My gaine of it, by their Aſſiſtances, Which dayly grew to Quarrell, and to Blood-ſhed, Wounding ſuppoſed Peace. All theſe bold Feares, Thou ſeeſt (with perill) I haue anſwered: For all my Reigne, hath beene but as a Scene Acting that argument. And now my death Changes the Moode: For what in me, was purchas'd,