Norton, Thomas / Sackville, Thomas · published 1565 · first performed or written 1562 [Jan 18] (Annals) tragedy · before the Court unassigned nearest T53 The crown: kingship claimed, resigned an · 500 words
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O King, appease your grief & stay your plaint Great is the matter and a woeful case But timely knowledge may bring timely help Send for them both unto your presence here The reverence of your honour age and state Your grave advise, the awe of father's name Shall quickly knit again this broken piece: And if in either of my Lords your sons Be such untamed and unyielding pride As will not bend unto your noble Hests. If Ferrex the elder son can bear no peer. Or Porrex not content, aspires to more Than you him gave, above his Native right: join with the juster side, so shall you force Them to agree: and bold the Land in state. What meaneth this? Lo yonder comes in haste Philander from my Lord your younger son. The Gods send joyful news. The mighty Ioue Preserve your Majesty, O noble king. Philander, welcome: But how doth my son? Your son, sir, lives and healthy I him left: But yet (O king) this want of lustful health Could not be half so grief-full to your Grace, As these most wretched tidings that I bring. O heavens yet more? no end of woes to me? Tyndar, O king, came lately from the Court Of Ferrex, to my Lord your younger son, And made report of great prepared store Of war, and saith that it is whollic meant Against Porrex for high disdain that he Lives now a king and equal in degree With him, that claimeth to succeed the whole. As by due title of descending right Porrex is now so set on flaming fire, Partly with kindled rage of cruel wrath, Partly with hope to gain a Realm thereby, That he in haste prepareth to invade His Brother's Land, and with unkindly war Threatens the murder of your elder son, Ne could I him persuade that first he should Send to his Brother to demand the cause, Nor yet to you to stay his hateful strife. Wherefore sith there no more I can be hard. I come myself now to inform your Grace: And to beseech you, as you love the lief And safety of your Children and your Realm. Now to employ your wisdom and your force To stay this mischief ere it be to late. Are they in Arms? would he not send for me? Is this the honour of a Father's name? In vain we travail to assuage their minds As if their hearts whom neither Brother's love Nor Father's awe, nor kingdoms care can move Our Counsels could withdraw from raging heat Ioue slay them both, and end the cursed Line For though perhaps fear of such mighty force As I my Lords, joined with your noble Aides May yet raise, shall repress their present heat, The secret grudge and malice will remain The fire not quenched, but kept in close restraint Fead still within, breaks forth with double flame Their death and mine must pease the angry gods
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O King, appeaſe your griefe & ſtaie your plaint Great is the matter and a wofull caſe But timely knowledge maye bringe timely help Sende for thē both vnto your preſence here The reuerence of your honour age and ſtate Your graue aduiſe, the awe of fathers name Shall quickelie knit againe this broken peece: And if in either of my Lordes your ſonnes Be ſuche vntamed and vnyelding pride As will not bende vnto your noble Heſtes. If Ferrex the elder ſonne can beare no peere. Or Porrex not content, aſpires to more Then you him gaue, aboue his Natiue right: Ioyne with the iuſter ſide, ſo ſhall you force Them to agree: and bolde the Lande in ſtate. What meaneth this? Loe yonder cōmes in haſt Philander from my Lord your younger ſonne. The Goddes ſende ioyfull newes. The mightie Ioue Preſerue your Maieſtie, O noble kinge. Philander, welcome: But how doth my ſonne? Your ſonne, ſir, lyues and healthie I him left: But yet (O kinge) this want of luſtfull health Could not be half ſo griefefull to your Grace, As theſe moſt wretched tidynges that I brynge. O heauens yet more? no ende of woes to ? Tyndar, O kyng, came lately from the Courte Of Ferrex, to my Lorde your yonger ſonne, And made reporte of great prepared ſtore Of warre, and ſaith that it is whollic ment Againſt Porrex for highe diſdaine that he Lyues nowe a kynge and egall in degree With him, that claimeth to ſuccede the whole. As by due title of diſcedinge right Porrex is nowe ſo ſet on flamynge fire, Partely with kindled rage of cruell wrathe, Partely with hope to gaine a Realme therby, That he in haſte prepareth to inuade His Brothers Lande, and with vnkindely warre Threatens the murder of your elder ſonne, Ne coulde I him perſwade that firſt he ſhould Sende to his Brother to demaunde the cauſe, Nor yet to you to ſtaie his hatefull ſtrife. Wherfore ſithe there no more I can be harde. I come my ſelfe nowe to enforme your Grace: And to beſeche you, as you loue the liefe And ſafetie of your Children and your Realme. Nowe to emploie your wiſdome and your force To ſtaie this miſchiefe ere it be to late. Are thei in Armes? would he not ſende for me▪ Is this the honour of a Fathers name? In vaine we trauaile to aſſwage their mindes As if their hartes whome neither Brothers loue Nor Fathers awe, nor kingdomes care can moue Our Coūſels could withdrawe from ragyng heat Ioue ſlaye them both, and ende the curſed Lyne For though perhappes feare of ſuch mightie force As I my Lords, ioyned with your noble Aides Maye yet raiſe, ſhall repreſſe their preſent heate, The ſecrete grudge and malyce will remayne The fire not quentched, but kept in cloſe reſtraint Fead ſtil within, breakes forth with double flame Their death and mine muſt peaze the angrie gods