Anonymous · published 1606 · first performed or written 1605 [1603-1606] (Annals) history; satire · Queen Anne's Men T53 The crown: kingship claimed, resigned an typicality 0.88 · 490 words
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Why this is worser to my lofty mind, Than the late checks given by the angry Queen. If you refuse it, know we are determined To lay it else where. On your younger brother, And then no doubt we shall be awed indeed, When the ambition of the elders wife, Can scarcely give our patience any bounds: England is sick of pride and tyranny, And in thy goodness only to be cured. Thou art called forth amongst a thousand men, To minister this sovereign Antidote, To amend thy brother's cruelty with love, And if thou wilt not from oppression free Thy native Country, thou art wild as he. I had rather stay his leisure to amend. Men, heaven, gods, devils, what power should I invoke, To fashion him a new: thunder come down, Crown me with ruin, since not with a Crown. Long life unto the Kingly Elidure, Trumpets proclaim it whether he will or no. For that conceit Lords, you have won my heart, In his despite let him be straight ways Crowned, That I may triumph whilst the trumpets sound. Carry me to my grave, not to a Throne. Help Lords to seat him, nay help every one: So should the Majesty of England sit, Whilst we in like state do associate him. Never did any less desire to reign Then I, heaven knows this greatness is my pain. Pain me in this sort great Lords every day, 'tis sweet to rule. 'tis sweeter to obey. Live King of England long and happily, As long and happily your Highness live. We thank you Lords, now call in the deposed, Him and his proud Queen, bring unto our sight, That in her wrongs we may have our delight. Betrayed, ta'en prisoner, and by those that owe To me their duty, and allegiance: My brother the usurper of the Crown, Oh this is monstrous, most insufferable. Good brother grieve not, 'tis against my will, That I am made a King, pray take my place, I had rather be your subject than your Lord. So had not I, sit still my gracious Lord, Whilst I look through this Tyrant with a frown, Minion reach up my glove. Thinkst thou because Thy husband can dissemble piety, And therein hath deposed my royal Lord, That I am lesser in estate than Queen? No thine own answer lately given to me, I thus revet, stoop thou proud Queen for me. Nay, then as I did lately to her Highness, I must admonish you, dejected Lady You do forget yourself, and where you are, Duty is debt, and it is fit since now You are a subject, to bear humble thoughts: Follow my counsel Lady and submit, Her Majesty no doubt will pardon it. There's for your pains. Which way soe'er I go, I have it here, whether it ebb or flow. That pride of thine shall be thy overthrow. And thus I sentence them.
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Why this is worser to my lofty minde, Then the late checks giuen by the angry Queene. If you refuse it, knowe we are determined To lay it else where. On your younger brother, And then no doubt we shall be awde indeed, When the ambition of the elders wife, Can scarsly giue our patience any bounds: England is sicke of pride and tirrany, And in thy goodnes only to be curde. Thou art cald foorth amongst a thousand men, To minister this soueraigne Ancidote, To amend thy brothers crueltie with loue, And if thou wilt not from oppression free Thy natiue Country, thou art vilde as he. I had rather stay his leasure to amend. Men, heauen, gods, deuills, what power should I invoke, To fashion him a new: thunder come downe, Crowne me with ruine, since not with a Crowne. Long life vnto the Kingly Elidure, Trumpets proclaime it whether he will or no. For that conceit Lords, you haue wonne my hart, In his despight let him be straight waies Crownd, That I may triumphe whilst the trumpets sound. Carry me to my graue, not to a Throne. Helpe Lords to seate him, nay helpe euery one: So should the Maiestie of England sit, Whilst we in like state doe associate him. Neuer did any lesse desire to raigne Then I, heauen knowes this greatnes is my paine. Paine me in this sort great Lords euery day, Tis sweete to rule. Tis sweeter to obay. Liue King of England long and happily, As long and happily your Highnes liue. We thanke you Lords, now call in the deposd, Him and his proud Queene, bring vnto our sight, That in her wrongs we may haue our delight. Betrayd, tane prisoner, and by those that owe To me their duty, and allegiance: My brother the vsurper of the Crowne, Oh this is monstrous, most insufferable. Good brother grieue not, tis against my will, That I am made a King, pray take my place, I had rather be your subiect then your Lord. So had not I, sit still my gracious Lord, Whilst I looke through this Tyrant with a frowne, Minion reach vp my gloue. Thinkst thou because Thy husband can dissemble piety, And therein hath deposd my royall Lord, That I am lesser in estate then Queene? No thine owne answere lately giuen to me, I thus reuet, stoope thou proud Queene for me. Nay, then as I did lately to her Highnes, I must admonish you, diected Lady You doe forget your selfe, and where you are, Duty is debt, and it is fit since now You are a subiect, to beare humble thoughts: Follow my counsell Lady and submit, Her Maiestie no doubt will pardon it. Theres for your paines. Which way so ere I goe, I haue it heere, whether it ebbe or flowe. That pride of thine shall be thy ouerthrowe. And thus I sentence them.