Norton, Thomas / Sackville, Thomas · published 1565 · first performed or written 1562 [Jan 18] (Annals) tragedy · before the Court T53 The crown: kingship claimed, resigned an typicality 0.77 · 507 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T53: crown, king, state, life, lord, lords, live, queen, tullia, prince.
Is this his faith? and shall he falsely thus Abuse the vantage of unhappy times? O wretched Land, if his outrageous pride, His cruel and untempered wilfulness His deep dissembling shows of false pretence Should once attain the Crown of Britain land Let us my Lords, with timely force resist The new attempt of this our common foe As we would quench the flames of comen fire. Though we remain without a certain Prince To wield the Realm or guide the wandering rule Yet now the comen Mother of us all, Our Native Land, our Country that contains Our wives, children, kindred, ourselves and all That ever is or may be dear to man Cries unto us to help ourselves and her: Let us advance our powers to repress This growing foe of all our liberties. Yea let us so my Lords with hasty speed, And ye (O God's) send us the welcome death, To shed our blood in field and leave us not, In loath some life to longer out our lives To see the hugy heaps of these unhaps, That now roll down upon the wretched Land Where empty place of Princely governance No certain stay now left of doubtless heir, Thus leave this guideless Realm an open prey, To endless storms and waste of civil war. That ye (my Lords) do so agree in one To save your Country from the violent reign And wrongfully usurped tyranny O him that threatens conquest of you all To save your realm, & in this realm yourselves From foreign thraldom of so proud a Prince, Much do I praise, and I beseech the Gods, With happy honour to requite it you. But (O my Lords) sith now the heavens wrath Hath reft this Land the issue of their Prince: sith of the body of our late Sovereign Lord Remains no more, since the young kings be slain And of the Title of the descended Crown, Uncertainly the diverse minds do think Even of the Learned sort, and more uncertainly Will partial fancy and affection deem: But most uncertain will climbing pride And hope of Reign withdraw from sundry parts The doubtful right and hopeful lust to reign. When ones this noble service is achieved For Britain Land the Mother of ye all, When one's ye have with armed force repressed, The proud attempts of this Albanian Prince, That threatens thraldom to your Native Land, When ye shall vanquishers return from field And find the Princely state an open pray. To greedy lust and to usurping power, Then, then (my Lords) if ever kindly care Of ancient Honour of your ancestors, Of present wealth and noblesse of your stocks: Yea of the lives and safety yet to come Of your dear wives, your children & yourselves, Might move your noble hearts with gentle ruth, Then, then have pity on the torn estate, Then help to salve the well near hopeless sore Which ye shall do, if ye yourselves with hold The slaying knife from your own mother's throat
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Is this his fayth? and ſhall he falſely thus Abuſe the vauntage of vnhappie times? O wretched Lande, if his outragious pride, His cruell and vntempred wilfulnes His deepe diſſemblinge ſhewes of falſe pretence Should once attaine the Crowne of Brittayn lande Let vs my Lords, with tymely force reſiſt The newe attempt of this our cōmon foe As we would quenche the flames of cōmen fire. Though we remaine without a certayn Prince To weld the Realme or guide the wandring rule Yet nowe the cōmen Mother of vs all, Our Natiue Lande, our Countrey that conteines Our wiues, children, kyndred, our ſelues and all That euer is or maye be deare to man Cries vnto vs to helpe our ſelues and her: Let vs aduaunce our powers to repreſſe This growynge foe of all our liberties. Yea let vs ſo my Lordes with haſtie ſpede, And ye (O Goddes) ſende vs the welcome death, To ſhed our bloode in fielde and leaue vs not, In lothe ſome life to lenger out our lyues To ſee the hugie heapes of theſe vnhappes, That nowe roll downe vpon the wretched Lande Where emptie place of Princelie gouernaunce No certayne ſtaie nowe left of doubtles heire, Thus leaue this guideleſſe Realme an open pray, To endleſſe ſtormes and waſt of ciuyll warre. That ye (my Lordes) do ſo agree in one To ſaue your Countrey from the violent reigne And wrongfullie vſurped Tirrannie O him that threatens conqueſt of you all To ſaue your realme, & in this realme your ſelues From forreyne thraldome of ſo proude a Prince, Muche do I praiſe, and I beſeche the Goddes, With happie honour to requite it you. But (O my Lords) ſithe now the Heauens wrath Hath reft this Lande the iſſue of their Prince: Sithe of the body of our late Soueraine Lorde Remaines no mo, ſince the yong kinges be ſlaine And of the Title of the diſcended Crowne, Vncerteynly the diuerſe mindes do thinke Euen of the Learned ſorte, and more vncertainlye Will perciall fancie and affection deeme: But moſt vncertenlye wyll clymbynge pride And hope of Reigne withdrawe frō ſondrie partes The doubtfull right and hopefull luſt to reigne. When ones this noble ſeruice is atchieued For Brittayne Lande the Mother of ye all, When ones ye haue with armed force repreſt, The proude attemptes of this Albanyan Prince, That threatens thraldome to your Natiue Lande, When ye ſhall vanquiſhers retourne from fielde And finde the Princely ſtate an open praye. To gredie luſt and to vſurping power, Then, then (my Lordes) if euer kindely care Of auncient Honour of your aunceſtoures, Of preſent wealth and nobleſſe of your ſtockes: Yea of the lyues and ſafetie yet to come Of your deare wyues, your children & your ſelues, Might moue your noble hactes with gentle ruthe, Then, then haue pytie on the torne eſtate, Then helpe to ſalue the well neare hopeles ſore Whiche ye ſhall do, if ye your ſelues with holde The ſleayng knife from your own mothers throte