Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written 1597 [c.1597-1598] (Annals) history · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men unassigned nearest T51 Parents and children: blessing, birthrig · 497 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T51: esau, iacob, father, son, isaac, god, love, birthright, parents, thing.
You all look strangely on me: and you most, You are (I think) assured, I love you not. I am assured (if I be measured rightly) Your Majesty hath no just cause to hate me. No? How might a Prince of my great hopes forget So great Indignities you laid upon me? What? Rate? Rebuke? and roughly send to Prison Th' immediate Heir of England? Was this easy? May this be washed in Lethe, and forgotten? I than did use the Person of your Father; The Image of his power, lay then in me, And in th' administration of his Law, Whiles I was busy for the Commonwealth, Your Highness pleased to forget my place, The Majesty, and power of Law, and justice, The Image of the King, whom I presented, And strooke me in my very Seat of judgement: Whereon (as an Offender to your Father) I gave bold way to my Authority, And did commit you. If the deed were ill, Be you contented, wearing now the Garland, To have a Son, set your Decrees at naught? To pluck down justice from your awful Bench? To trip the course of Law, and blunt the Sword That guards the peace, and safety of your Person? Nay more, to spurn at your most Royal Image, And mock your workings, in a Second body? Question your Royal Thoughts, make the case yours: Be now the Father, and propose a Son: Hear your own dignity so much profaned, See your most dreadful Laws, so loosely slighted; Behold yourself, so by a Son disdained: And then imagine me, taking you part, And in your power, soft silencing your Son: After this cold considerance, sentence me; And, as you are a King, speak in your State, What I have done, that misbecame my place, My person, or my Liege's Sovereignty. You are right justice, and you weigh this well: Therefore still bear the Balance, and the Sword: And I do wish your Honours may increase, Till you do live, to see a Son of mine Offend you, and obey you, as I did. So shall I live, to speak my Father's words: Happy am I, that have a man so bold, That dares do justice, on my proper Son; And no less happy, having such a Son, That would deliver up his Greatness so, Into the hands of justice. You did commit me: For which, I do commit into your hand, Th' unstained Sword that you have used to bear: With this Remembrance; That you use the same With the like bold, just, and impartial spirit As you have done 'gainst me. There is my hand, You shall be as a Father, to my Youth; My voice shall sound, as you do prompt mine ear, And I will stoop, and humble my Intents, To your well-practised, wise Directions. And Princes all, believe me, I beseech you: My Father is gone wild into his Grave, (For in his Tomb, lie my Affections)
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You all looke ſtrangely on me: and you moſt, You are (I thinke) aſſur'd, I loue you not. I am aſſur'd (if I be meaſur'd rightly) Your Maieſty hath no iuſt cauſe to hate mee. No? How might a Prince of my great hopes forget So great Indignities you laid vpon me? What? Rate? Rebuke? and roughly ſend to Priſon Th' immediate Heire of England? Was this eaſie? May this be waſh'd in Lethe, and forgotten? I then did vſe the Perſon of your Father; The Image of his power, lay then in me, And in th' adminiſtration of his Law, Whiles I was buſie for the Commonwealth, Your Highneſſe pleaſed to forget my place, The Maieſty, and power of Law, and Iuſtice, The Image of the King, whom I preſented, And ſtrooke me in my very Seate of Iudgement▪ Whereon (as an Offender to your Father) I gaue bold way to my Authority, And did commit you. If the deed were ill, Be you contented, wearing now the Garland, To haue a Sonne, ſet your Decrees at naught? To plucke downe Iuſtice from your awefull Bench? To trip the courſe of Law, and blunt the Sword That guards the peace, and ſafety of your Perſon? Nay more, to ſpurne at your moſt Royall Image, And mocke your workings, in a Second body? Queſtion your Royall Thoughts, make the caſe yours: Be now the Father, and propoſe a Sonne: Heare your owne dignity ſo much prophan'd, See your moſt dreadfull Lawes, ſo looſely ſlighted; Behold your ſelfe, ſo by a Sonne diſdained▪ And then imagine me, taking you part, And in your power, ſoft ſilencing your Sonne: After this cold conſiderance, ſentence me; And, as you are a King, ſpeake in your State, What I haue done, that misbecame my place, My perſon, or my Lieges Soueraigntie. You are right Iuſtice, and you weigh this well: Therefore ſtill beare the Ballance, and the Sword: And I do wiſh your Honors may encreaſe, Till you do liue, to ſee a Sonne of mine Offend you, and obey you, as I did. So ſhall I liue, to ſpeake my Fathers words: Happy am I, that haue a man ſo bold, That dares do Iuſtice, on my proper Sonne; And no leſſe happy, hauing ſuch a Sonne, That would deliuer vp his Greatneſſe ſo, Into the hands of Iuſtice. You did commit me: For which, I do commit into your hand, Th' vnſtained Sword that you haue vs'd to beare: With this Remembrance; That you vſe the ſame With the like bold, iuſt, and impartiall ſpirit As you haue done 'gainſt me. There is my hand, You ſhall be as a Father, to my Youth; My voice ſhall ſound, as you do prompt mine eare, And I will ſtoope, and humble my Intents, To your well-practis'd, wiſe Directions. And Princes all, beleeue me, I beſeech you: My Father is gone wilde into his Graue, (For in his Tombe, lye my Affections)