Norton, Thomas / Sackville, Thomas · published 1565 · first performed or written 1562 [Jan 18] (Annals) tragedy · before the Court unassigned nearest T40 Sin, guilt and violent loss within famil · 507 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T40: brother, death, life, die, heaven, sin, live, father, blood, soul.
The mighty Gods forbid that ever I Should once conceive such mischief in my heart Although my Brother hath bereft my Realm And bear perhaps to me and hateful mind. Shall I revenge it, with his death therefore? Or shall I so destroy my father's life That gave me life? the Gods forbid I say, Cease you to speak so any more to me Ne you my friend with Answer once repeat So foul a tale, in silence let in die: What Lord or Subject shall have hope at all That under me they safely shall enjoy Their goods, their honours, lands and liberties, With whom, neither one only brother dear Ne father dearer, could enjoy their lives? But sith, I fear my younger brother's rage, And sith perhaps some other man may give Some like advise, to move his grudging head At mine estate: which counsel may perchance Take greater force with him, than this with me, I will in secret so prepare myself, As if his malice or his lust to reign Break forth with Arms or sudden violence I may withstand his rage and keep mine own. I fear the fatal time now draweth on When civil hate shall end the noble line Of famous Brute and of his Royal seed Great Ioue defend the mischiefs now at hand O that the Secretaries wise advise Had erst been hard when he besought the king Not to divide his land, nor send his sons To further parts from presence of his Court Ne yet to yield to them his governance Lo such are they now in the Royal throne As was rash Phaeton in Phoebus' Car Ne then the fiery steeds did draw the flame With wilder random through the kindled skies Then traitorous council now will whirl about The youthful heads of these unskilful kings, But I hereof their father will inform The reverence of him perhaps shall stay The growing mischiefs, while they yet are green If this help not, than woe unto themselves, The Prince, the people, the divided land. ANd is it thus? And doth he so prepare Against his Brother as his mortal foe? And now while yet his aged father lives: Neither regards be him? nor fears he me? War would he have? and he shall have it so. I saw myself the great prepared store Of Horse, of Armours and of weapons there, Ne bring I to my Lord reported tales Without the ground of seen and searched truth Lo secret quarrels run about his Court To bring the name of you my Lord in hate Each man almost can now debate the cause And ask a reason of so great a wrong, While he so noble and so wise a Prince, Is as unworthy rest his Heritage. And why the king mislead by crafty means Divided thus his land from course of right. The wiser sort hold down their griefful heads Each man withdraws from talk and company, Of those that have been known to favour you,
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The mightie Goddes forbyd that euer I Shuld once conceiue ſuche miſchiefe in my harte Althoughe my Brother hath bereft my Realme And beare perhappes to me and hatefull minde. Shall I reuenge it, with his death therfore? Or ſhall I ſo deſtroy my fathers lyfe That gaue me life? the Gods forbyd I ſaye, Ceaſe you to ſpeake ſo any more to me Ne you my friende with Aunſwere once repeate So foule a tale, in ſcilence let in die: What Lorde or Subiect ſhall haue hope at all That vnder me they ſafely ſhall enioye Their goods, their honours, landes and liberties, With whome, neither one onely brother deare Ne father dearer, coulde enioye their lyues? But ſithe, I feare my younger brothers rage, And ſithe perhappes ſome other man may gyue Some like aduiſe, to moue his grudging head At mine eſtate: whiche counſell may perchaunce Take greater force with him, than this with me, I will in ſecrete ſo prepare my ſelfe, As if his malice or his luſt to reigne Breake forth with Armes or ſodeine violence I may withſtande his rage and kepe myns owne. I feare the fatall time now draweth on When ciuyll hate ſhall ende the noble lyne Of famouſe Brute and of his Royall ſeede Great Ioue defende the miſchiefes nowe at hande O that the Secretaries wiſe aduiſe Had erſt ben harde whan he beſought the kynge Not to deuide his lande, nor ſende his ſonnes To further partes from preſence of his Courte Ne yet to yelde to them his gouernaunce Lo ſuche are they nowe in the Royall throne As was raſhe Phaeton in Phebus Carre Ne then the fiery ſtedes did drawe the flame With wilder randon through the kindled ſkies Then traiterous councell now will wherle about The youthfull heads of theſe vnſkilfull kinges, But I hereof their father will enforeme The reuerence of him perhappes ſhall ſtaye The growing miſchiefes, while thei yet are grene If this helpe not, then wo vnto them ſelues, The Prince, the people, the deuided lande. ANd is it thus? And doth he ſo prepare Againſt his Brother as his mortall foe? And nowe whyle yet his aged father lyues: Neither regardes be him? nor feares he me? Warre would he haue? and he ſhall haue it ſo. I ſawe my ſelfe the great prepared ſtore Of Horſe, of Armours and of weapons there, Ne brynge I to my Lorde reported tales Without the ground of ſeene and ſerched trouthe Loe ſecrete quarrelles ronne about his Courte To bringe the name of you my Lorde in hate Eche man almoſt can nowe debate the cauſe And aſke a reaſon of ſo great a wronge, While he ſo noble and ſo wiſe a Prince, Is as vnworthie reſt his Heritage. And whie the kinge miſlead by craftie meanes Deuided thus his lande from courſe of right. The wiſer ſorte holde downe their griefull heades Eche man withdrawes from talke and companie, Of thoſe that haue ben knowen to fauour you,