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 · 474 words
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Yield not, O king, so much to weak despair Your sons yet live, and long I trust, they shall: If fates had taken you from earthly life Before beginning of this civil strife: Perhaps your sons in their unmastered youth, Lose from regard of any living wight, Would run on headlong, with unbridled Race To their own death and ruin of this Realm. But sith the God that have the care for kings, Of things and times dispose the order so That in your life this kindled flame breaks forth While yet your life, your wisdom & your power, May stay the growing mischief, and repress The fiery blaze of their enkindled heat It seems, and so ye ought to deem thereof, That loving Ioue hath tempered so the time Of this debate to happen in your days That you yet living may the same appease. And add it to the glory of your latter age And they your sons may learn to live in peace Beware (O king) the greatest harm of all, Lest by your wailful plaints your hastened death Yield larger room unto their growing rage: Preserve your life, the only hope of stay: And if your highness herein list to use Wisdom or force, Counsel or knightly aid: Lo we our persons, powers and lives are yours. Use us till Death, O king, we are your own. Lo here the peril that was erst foreseen When you, (O king) did first divide your Land And yield your present reign unto your sons. But now (O noble Prince) now is no time To wail and plain, and waste your woeful life, Now is the time for present good advise, Sorrow doth dark the judgement of the wit The Heart unbroken and the courage free From feeble faintness of bootless despair Doth either rise to safety or renown By noble valour of unvanquished mind Or yet doth perish in more happy sort Your Grace may send to either of your sons Some one both wise and noble parsonage, Which with good counsel & with weighty name Of father shall present before their eyes Your hest, your lief, your safety and their own The present mischief of their deadly strife And in the while, assemble you the force Which your Commandment and the speedy haste Of all my Lords here present can prepare: The terror of your mighty power shall stay The rage of both, or yet one at lest. O King the greatest grief that ever Prince did here The ever woeful Messenger did tell, That ever wretched Land hath seen before I bring to you. Porrex your younger son With sudden force, invaded hath the land That you to Ferrex did allot to rule: And with his own most bloody hand he hath His Brother slain, and doth possess his Realm.
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Yelde not, O king, ſo muche to weake diſpaier Your ſonnes yet lyue, and long I truſt, they ſhall: Yf fates had taken you from earthly life Before begynning of this ciuyll ſtrife: Perhaps your ſonnes in their vnmaiſtered youth, Loſe from regarde of any lyuyng wight, Wolde ronne on headlonge, with vnbridled Race To their owne death and ruine of this Realme. But ſith the God that haue the care for kinges, Of thinges and times diſpoſe the order ſo That in your life this kindled flame breakes forth While yet your lyfe, your wiſdome & your power, Maye ſtaie the growing miſchiefe, and repreſſe The fierie blaze of their inkindled heate It ſeemes, and ſo ye ought to deeme therof, That louyng Ioue hath tempred ſo the time Of this debate to happen in your daies That you yet lyuynge maye the ſame appeaze. And adde it to the glorie of your latter age And they your ſonnes maye learne to liue in peace Beware (O kynge) the greateſt harme of all, Leſt by your wayleful plaints your haſtened death Yelde larger roume vnto their growyng rage: Preſerue your lyfe, the onely hope of ſtaie: And if your highnes herein liſt to vſe Wiſdome or force, Counſell or knightly aide: Loe we our perſons, powers and lyues are yours. Vſe vs tyll Death, O king, we are your owne. Loe here the perill that was erſt forſene When you, (O king) did firſt deuide your Lande And yelde your preſent raigne vnto your ſonnes. But nowe (O noble Prince) nowe is no time To wayle and plaine, and waſt your wofull lyfe, Nowe is the time for preſent good aduiſe, Sorowe doth darke the Iudgement of the wytte The Hart vnbroken and the courage free From feble faintnes of booteles diſpaier Doth either ryſe to ſafetie or renowme By noble valure of vnuanquiſſhed minde Or yet doth periſhe in more happie ſorte Your Grace maye ſende to either of your ſonnes Some one both wiſe and noble perſonage, Which with good counſel & with weightie name Of father ſhall preſent before their eyes Your heſt, your liefe, your ſafetie and their owne The preſent miſchiefe of their deadlie ſtrife And in the while, aſſemble you the force Whiche your Cōmaundement and the ſpedie haſt Of all my Lordes here preſent can prepare: The terrour of your mightie power ſhall ſteye The rage of bothe, or yet one at leſt. O King the greateſt griefe that euer Prince dyd here The euer wofull Meſſenger did tell, That euer wretched Lande hath ſene before I brynge to you. Porrex your yonger ſonne With ſoden force, inuaded hath the lande That you to Ferrex did allotte to rule: And with his owne moſt bloudie hande he hath His Brother ſlaine, and doth poſſeſſe his Realme.