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 0.82 · 492 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T53: crown, king, state, life, lord, lords, live, queen, tullia, prince.
Leave that to me? No you are too mild, judgement belongs to me: Thou Archigallo for thy tyranny, For ever be excluded from all rule, And from thy life. Not from his life I pray. He unto whom the greatest wrongs are done, Dispatch him quickly. That will I. Or I. And therein Lords effect my tragedy. Why strike you not, oh 'tis a dangerous thing, To have a living subject of a King: Much treason may be wrought, when in his death, Our safety is secured. Banish him rather, oh sweet spare his life, He is my brother. Crowned, and pray thy wife. Oh brother, if you roughly speak, I know There is no hope but your sure overthrow, Pray be not angry with me for my love: To banishment since it must needs be so, His life I give him whosoe'er says no. What and his Ladies to. I hers and all. But I'll not have you banished with the King, No Minion no, since you must live, be assured I'll make thee meanest of my waiting Maids. I scorn thy pride. Farewell deceiving state, Pride making Crown, my dearest wife farewell: I have been a Tyrant, and I'll be so still. Alas my brother. Dry up childish tears, And to these Lords that have invested you, Give gracious looks, and honourable deeds. Give them my Crown, oh give them all I have, Thy Throne I reckon but a glorious grave. Then from myself these dignities receive, The Island wrested from you I restore, See it be given them back Lord sycophant. The office of high Seneschal bereft you, My Lord of Cornwell to your grace we give. You Martianus be our Treasurer, And if we find you faithful, be assured You shall not want preferment at our hands. Mean time this office we impose on you, Be Tutor to this Lady, and her pride With your learned principles whereof you are full Turn to humility, or vex her soul, Torment on torment, tutored by a fool. Madam, it is her Highness will be pleased. Young Peridurus and Vigenius, Lords Release from prison, and because your King, Is mightily affected unto York, Thither dismiss the Court incontinent. Shall it be so my Liege. Are not we King. His silence says it, and what we ordain, Who dares make question of: this day for ever through our reign beheld a festival: And triumph Lords that England is set free, From a vild tyrant and his cruelty: On to our funeral, 'tis no matter where, I sin I know in suffering pride so near. Ahem boy, Nobody is sound yet for all his troubles. And so is nobody's man for all his whipping, but Master we are now in the City, walled about from slander, there cannot a lie come in but it must run through brick, or get the goodwill of the warders, whose brown bills look blue upon all passengers.
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Leaue that to me? No you are too mild, iudgment belongs to me: Thou Archigallo for thy tirranie, For euer be excluded from all rule, And from thy life. Not from his life I pray. He vnto whom the greatest wrongs are done, Dispatch him quickly. That will I. Or I. And therein Lords effect my tragedie. Why strike you not, oh tis a dangerous thing, To haue a liuing subiect of a King: Much treason may be wrought, when in his death, Our safty is secur'd. Banish him rather, oh sweete spare his life, He is my brother. Crownd, and pray thy wife. Oh brother, if you roughly speake, I knowe There is no hope but your sure ouerthrowe, Pray be not angry with me for my loue: To banishment since it must needes be so, His life I giue him whosoere saies no. What and his Ladies to. I hers and all. But Ile not haue you banisht with the King, No Minion no, since you must liue, be assur'd Ile make thee meanest of my waiting Maides. I scorne thy pride. Farewell deceiuing state, Pride making Crowne, my deerest wife farewell: I have beene a Tyrant, and Ile be so still. Alas my brother. Dry vp childish teares, And to these Lords that haue inuested you, Giue gracious lookes, and honorable deedes. Giue them my Crowne, oh giue them all I haue, Thy Throne I reckon but a glorious graue. Then from my selfe these dignities receiue, The Iland wrested from you I restore, See it be giuen them backe Lord Sicophant. The office of hie Seneschall bereft you, My Lord of Cornwell to your grace we giue. You Martianus be our Treasurer, And if we find you faithfull, be assur'd You shall not want preferment at our hands. Meane time this office we impose on you, Be Tutor to this Lady, and her pride With your learnd principles whereof you are full Turne to humility, or vex her soule, Torment on torment, tutord by a foole. Madam, it is her Highnes will be pleas'd. Young Peridurus and Vigenius, Lords Release from prison, and because your King, Is mightely affected vnto Yorke, Thether dismisse the Court incontinent. Shall it be so my Liedge. Are not we King. His silence saies it, and what we ordaine, Who dares make question of: this day for euer Thorough our raigne beheld a festiuall: And tryumphe Lords that England is set free, From a vild tyrant and his crueltie: On to our funerall, tis no matter where, I sinne I knowe in suffering pride so neere. Ahem boy, Nobody is sound yet for all his troubles. And so is Nobodies man for all his whipping, but Maister we are nowe in the Citty, wald about from slaunder, there cannot a lie come in but it must runne thorough bricke, or get the goodwill of the warders, whose browne bills looke blew vppon all passengers.