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 · 491 words · other edition — not in the analysis
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Falls upon thee, in a more Fairer sort. So thou, the Garland wear'st successively. Yet, though thou standest more sure, than I could do, Thou artnot firm enough, since griefs are green: And all thy Friends, which thou must make thy Friends Have but their stings, and teeth, newly taken out, By whose fell working, I was first advanced, And by whose power, I well might lodge a Fear To be again displaced. 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 Harrie) 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 heaven forgive: And grant it may, with thee, in true peace live. My gracious Liege: You won it, wore it: kept it, gave it me, Then plain and right must my possession be; Which I, with more, then 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 bring'st me happiness and Peace (Son Iohn: But health (alack) with youthful wings is flown From this bare; withered Trunk, 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 swooned? 'Tis called Ierusalem, my Noble Lord. Laud be to heaven: Eu there my life must end. It hath been prophesi'de to me many years, I should not dye, 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 dye. By Cock and Pie, you shall not away to night. What Davy, I say. You must excuse me, M. 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 Davie. here sir. Davy, Davy, Davy, let me see (Davy) let me see: William Cook, bid him come hither. Sir Iohn, you shall not be excused. Marry sir, thus: those Precepts cannot be served: and again sir, shall we sow the head-land with Wheat? With red Wheat Dauy. But for William Cook: are there no young Pigeons? Yes Sir. here is now the Smiths note, for Shooing, And Plough-Irons. Let it be cast, and paid: Sir Iohn, you shall not be excused. 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 the other day, at Hinckley Fair?
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Falles vpon thee, in a more Fayrer ſort. So thou, the Garland wear'ſt ſucceſſiuely. Yet, though thou ſtand'ſt more ſure, then I could do, Thou art-not firme enough, ſince greefes are greene: And all thy Friends, which thou muſt make thy Friends Haue but their ſtings, and teeth, newly tak'n out, By whoſe fell working, I was firſt aduanc'd, And by whoſe power, I well might lodge a Feare To be againe diſplac'd. Which to auoyd, I cut them off: and had a purpoſe now To leade out many to the Holy Land; Leaſt reſt, and lying ſtill, might make them looke Too neere vnto my State. Therefore (my Harrie) Be it thy courſe to buſie giddy Mindes With Forraigne Quarrels: 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 deni'de mee. How I came by the Crowne, O heauen forgiue: And grant it may, with thee, in true peace liue. My gracious Liege: You wonne 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, Heere comes my Iohn of Lancaſter: Health, Peace, and Happineſſe, To my Royall Father. Thou bring'ſt me happineſſe and Peace (Sonne Iohn: But health (alacke) with youthfull wings is flowne From this bare; wither'd Trunke, Vpon thy ſight My worldly buſineſſe makes a period. Where is my Lord of Warwicke? My Lord of Warwicke. Doth any name particular, belong he Lodging, where I firſt did ſwoon'd? 'Tis call'd Ieruſalem, my Noble Lord. Laud be to heauen: Eu there my life muſt end. It hath beene propheſi'de to me many yeares, I ſhould not dye, but in Ieruſalem: Which (vainly) I ſuppos'd the Holy-Land. But beare me to that Chamber, there Ile lye: In that Ieruſalem, ſhall Harry dye. By Cocke and Pye, you ſhall not away to night. What Dauy, I ſay. You muſt excuſe me, M. Robert Shallow. I will not excuſe you: you ſhall not be excuſed. Excuſes ſhall not be admitted: there is no excuſe ſhall ſerue: you ſhall not be excus'd. Why Dauie. Heere ſir. Dauy, Dauy, Dauy, let me ſee (Dauy) let me ſee: William Cooke, bid him come hither. Sir Iohn, you ſhal not be excus'd. Marry ſir, thus: thoſe Precepts cannot bee ſeru'd: and againe ſir, ſhall we ſowe the head-land with Wheate? With red Wheate Dauy. But for William Cook: are there no yong Pigeons? Yes Sir. Heere is now the Smithes note, for Shooing, And Plough-Irons. Let it be caſt, and payde: Sir Iohn, you ſhall not be excus'd. Sir, a new linke to the Bucket muſt needes bee had: And Sir, doe you meane to ſtoppe any of Williams Wages, about the Sacke he loſt the other day, at Hinckley Fayre?