Norton, Thomas / Sackville, Thomas · published 1565 · first performed or written 1562 [Jan 18] (Annals) tragedy · before the Court unassigned nearest T18 Rebels, barons and the king's wars at ho · 504 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T18: king, lord, wallace, earl, edward, england, scotland, rebels, bruce, english.
To hide the mischief of their meaning there. Rumours are spread of your preparing here. The Rascal numbers of the unskilful sorts Are filled with monstrous tales of you and yours In secret I was counseled by my friends To haste me thence, and brought you as you know Letters from those, that both can truly tell And would not write unless they knew it well. My Lord, yet ere you now unkindly war, Send to your Brother to demand the cause. Perhaps some traitorous tales have filled his ears wt false reports against your noble grace: Which once disclosed shall end the growing strife That else not stayed with wise foresight in time Shall hazard both your kingdoms & your lives: Send to your father eke, he shall appeal Your kindled minds, and rid you of this fear. Rid me of fear? I fear him not at all: Ne will to him, ne to my father send If danger were for one to tarry there Think ye it safely to return again. In mischiefs such as Ferrex now intends The wanted courteous Laws to Messengers Are not observed, which in just war they use, Shall I so hazard any one of mine? Shall I betray my trusty friend to him? That hath disclosed his treason unto me? Let him entreat that fears, I fear him not: Or shall I to the king my father send? Yea and send now while such a mother lives That loves my Brother and that hateth me? Shall I give leisure by my fond delays To Ferrex to oppress me at unware? I will not, but I will invade his Realm And seek the Traitor Prince within his Court Mischief for mischief is a due reward. His wretched head shall pay the worthy price Of this his Treason and his hate to me Shall I abide, entreat and send and pray? And hold my yelden throat to Traitors knife? While I with valiant mind & conquering force Might rid myself of foes: and win a Realm, Yet rather when I have the wretch's head, Than to the king my father will I send, The bootless case may yet appease his wrath: If not I will defend me as I may. Lo here the end of these two youthful kings The father's death, the reign of their two realms O most unhappy state of counsellors That light on so unhappy Lords and times That neither can their good advise be hard, Yet must they bear the blames of ill success But I will to the king their father haste Ere this mischief come to that likely end, That if the mindful wrath of wreakful Gods Since mighty Ilion's fall not yet appeased With these poor remnant of the Trojans name Have not determinedly unmoved fate Out of this Realm to raze the Brutish Line By good advise, by awe of father's name By force of wiser Lords, this kindled hate May yet be quenched, ere it consume us all.
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To hide the miſchiefe of their meaninge there. Rumours are ſpred of your preparynge here. The Raſcall nombres of the vnſkilfull ſorts Are filled with monſterous tales of you and yours In ſecrete I was counſailed by my friendes To haſt me thence, and brought you as you know Letters from thoſe, that both can truely tell And would not write vnleſſe they knewe it well. My Lorde, yet ere you nowe vnkindely warre, Sende to your Brother to demaunde the cauſe. Perhappes ſome trayterous tales haue filled his eares wt falſe reports againſt your noble grace: Which once diſcloſed ſhal ende the growing ſtrife That els not ſtaied with wiſe foreſight in time Shall hazarde both your kingdomes & your lyues: Sende to your father eke, he ſhall appeale Your kindled mindes, and rid you of this feare. Ridde me of feare? I feare him not at all: Ne will to him, ne to my father ſende If daunger were for one to tarye there Thinke ye it ſafely to retourne againe. In miſchiefes ſuche as Ferrex nowe intendes The wanted courteous Lawes to Meſſengeres Are not obſerued, whiche in iuſt warre they vſe, Shall I ſo hazarde any one of myne? Shall I betraie my truſtie friende to hym? That hath diſcloſed his treaſon vnto me? Let him entreate that feares, I feare him not: Or ſhall I to the kinge my father ſende? Yea and ſende nowe while ſuche a mother lyues That loues my Brother and that hateth mee? Shall I geue leaſure by my fonde delayes To Forrex to oppreſſe me at vnware? I will not, but I will inuade his Realme And ſeeke the Traitour Prince within his Court Miſchiefe for miſchiefe is a due rewarde. His wretched head ſhall paie the worthie pryce Of this his Treaſon and his hate to me Shall I abide, entreate and ſende and praie? And holde my yelden throate to Traitours knife? While I with valiaunt minde & conquering force Might rid my ſelfe of foes: and winne a Realme, Yet rather when I haue the wretches head, Than to the king my father will I ſende, The booteles caſe may yet appeaſe his wrath: If not I will defend me as I maye. Loe here the ende of theſe two youthfull kings The fathers deth, the reigne of their two realmes O moſt vnhappy ſtate of Counſellours That light on ſo vnhappy Lordes and times That neither can their good aduiſe be harde, Yet muſt thei beare the blames of yll ſucceſſe But I will to the king their father haſte Ere this miſchiefe come to that likely ende, That if the mindefull wrath of wrekefull Gods Since mightie Ilions fall not yet appeaſed With theſe poore remnant of the Troians name Haue not determinedlie vnmoued fate Out of this Realme to raſe the Brutiſh Line By good aduiſe, by awe of fathers name By force of wiſer Lordes, this kindled hate Maye yet be quentched, ere it conſume vs all.