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 · 512 words
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Her shall you save, and you, and yours in her If ye shall all with one assent forbear Ones to lay hand or take unto yourselves The Crown by colour of pretended right, Or by what other means soever it be Till first by comen counsel of you all In Parliament the Regal Diadem Be set in certain place of governance, In which your Parliament and in your choice, Preserve the right (my Lords,) without respect Of strength of friends, or whatsoever cause That may set forward any others part, For right will last, and wrong can not endure, Right mean I his or hers, upon whose name The people rest by mean of Native line, Or by the virtue of some former Law, Already made their title to advance: Such one (my Lords) let be your chosen king Such one so borne within your Native Land Such one prefer, and in no wise admit. The heavy yoke of foreign governance, Let foreign Titles yield to Public wealth, And with that heart wherewith ye now prepare Thus to withstand the proud invading foe, With that same heart (my Lords) keep out also Unnatural thraldom of strangers reign, Ne suffer you against the rules of kind Your Mother Land to serve a Foreign Prince. Lo here the end of Brutus' royal Line, And lo the entry to the woeful wrack And utter ruin of this noble Realm. The royal king, and eke his sons are slain, No Ruler rests within the Regal Seat: The Heir, to whom the Sceptre longs, unknown That to each force of Foreign PRINCE's power Whom vantage of your wretched state By sudden Arms to gain so rich a Realm And to the proud and greedy mind at home Whom blinded lust to reign leads to aspire. Lo Britain Realm is left an open pray, A present spoil by Conquest to ensue, Who seeth not now how many rising minds Do feed their thoughts, with hope to reach a Realm And who will not by force attempt to win So great a gain that hope persuades to have: A simple colour shall for title serve. Who wins the Royal crown will want no right Nor such as shall display by long descent A lineal race to prove himself a king, In the meanwhile these civil arms shall rage, And thus a thousand mischiefs shall unfold And far & near spread thee (O Britain Land) All right and Law shall cease, and he that had Nothing to day, to morrow shall enjoy Great heaps of good, & he that flowed in wealth, Leo he shall be reft of life and all, And happiest he that then possesseth least. The wives shall suffer rape, the maids deflowered And children fatherless shall weep and wail: With fire & sword thy Native folk shall perish. One kinsman shall bereave another life, The father shall unwitting slay the son, The son shall slay the sire and know it not: Women and maids the cruel Soldiers sword Shall pierce to death, and silly children lo
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Her ſhall you ſaue, and you, and yours in her If ye ſhall all with one aſſent forbeare Ones to laye hande or take vnto your ſelues The Crowne by colour of tended right, Or by what other meanes ſo euer it be Tyll firſt by cōmen counſell of you all In Parliament the Regall Diademe Be ſet in certayne place of gouernaunce, In whiche your Parliament and in your choiſe, Preſerve the right (my Lordes,) without reſpecte Of ſtrenght of frendes, or what ſo euer cauſe That maye ſet forwarde any others parte, For right will laſt, and wrong can not endure, Right meane I his or hers, vpon whoſe name The people reſt by meane of Native lyne, Or by the vertue of ſome former Lawe, Alreadie made their title to aduaunce: Suche one (my Lordes) let be your choſen kynge Suche one ſo borne within your Natyue Lande Suche one preferre, and in no wiſe adinitte. The heauie yoke of forreine gouernaunce, Let forreine Titles yelde to Publike wealthe, And with that hart wherewith ye nowe prepare Thus to withſtande the proude inuadynge foe, With that ſame harte (my Lordes) kepe out alſo Vnnaturall thraldome of ſtraungers reigne, Ne ſuffre you againſt the rules of kinde Your Mother Lande to ſerue a Forreine Prince. ¶Loe here the ende of Brutus royall Lyne, And loe the entrie to the wofull wracke And vtter ruyne of this noble Realme. The royall kinge, and eke his ſonnes are ſlaine, No Ruler reſtes within the Regall Seate: The Heire, to whō the Scepter longs, vnknowen That to eche force of Forreine Princes power Whome vauntage of your wretched ſtate By ſodaine Armes to gaine ſo riche a Realme And to the proude and gredie minde at home Whom blinded luſt to reigne leades to aſpire. Loe Brittaiue Realme is left an open praye, A preſent ſpoile by Conqueſt to enſue, Who ſeeth not nowe howe many riſyng mindes Do feede their thoughts, wt hope to reach a Realm And who will not by force attempt to winne So great a gaine that hope perſwades to haue: A ſimple colour ſhall for title ſerue. Who winnes the Royal crown wil want no right Nor ſuche as ſhall diſplaye by longe diſcent A lyneall race to proue him ſelfe a kynge, In the meane while theſe ciuyll armes ſhall rage, And thus a thouſande miſchiefes ſhall vnfolde And farre & neare ſpread thee (O Brittayne Lande) All right and Lawe ſhall ceaſe, and he that had Nothyng to daye, to morowe ſhall enioye Great heapes of good, & he that flowed in wealth, Leo he ſhall be reft of lyfe and all, And happieſt he that than poſſeſſeth leaſt. The wyues ſhall ſuffre rape, the maydes defloured And children fatherles ſhall weepe and wayle: With fire & ſworde thy Natiue folke ſhal periſſhe. One kinſman ſhall bereaue an other life, The father ſhall vnwittynge ſlaye the ſonne, The ſonne ſhall ſlea the ſire and knowe it not: Women and maides the cruell Souldiours ſword Shall perſe to death, and ſillie children loe