Norton, Thomas / Sackville, Thomas · published 1570 · first performed or written 1562 [Jan 18] (Annals) tragedy · before the Court unassigned nearest T50 Fleets, armies and generals: war by sea · 504 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T50: sea, honour, general, soldiers, men, ship, fight, soldier, king, vittori.
To hide the mischief of their meaning there, Rumours are spread of your preparing here. The rascal numbers of unskilful sort Are filled with monstrous tales of you and yours. In secret I was counseled by my friends, To hast me thence, and brought you as you know Letters from those, that both can truly tell, And would not writ unless they knew it well. My lord, yet ere you move unkindly war, Sand to your brother to demand the cause. Perhaps some traitorous tales have filled his ears With 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 and your lives. Sand to your father eke, he shall appease 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 sand. If danger were for one to tarry there, Think ye it safety to return again? In mischiefs, such as Ferrex now intends, The wonted 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 friends to him, That have disclosed his treason unto me? Let him entreat that fears, I fear him not. Or shall I to the king my father sand? Yea and sand 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 all 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, and treat, and sand and pray, And hold my yelden throat to traitors knife? While I with valiant mind and conquering force, Might rid myself of foes: and win a realm? Yet rather, when I have the wretch's head, Then to the king my father will I sand. 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 ruin of their realms. O most unhappy state of counsellors, That light on so unhappy lords and times, That neither can their good advise be heard, Yet must they bear the blames of ill success. But I will to the king their father haste, Ere this mischief come to the likely end, That if the mindful wrath of wreakful Gods, Since mighty Ilion's fall not yet appeased With these poor remnants of the Trojan name, Have not determined by unmoved fate Out of this realm to raze the British 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 meaning there, Rumours are spread of your preparing here. The rascall numbers of vnskilfull sort Are filled with monstrous tales of you and yours. In secrete I was counselled by my frendes, To hast me thence, and brought you as you know Letters from those, that both can truely tell, And would not write vnlesse they knew it well. My lord, yet ere you moue vnkindly warre, Send to your brother to demaund the cause. Perhappes some traitorous tales haue filled his eares With false reportes against your noble grace: Which once disclosed, shall end the growing strife, That els not stayed with wise foresight in time Shall hazarde both your kingdomes and your liues. Send to your father eke, he shall appease 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 send. If danger were for one to tary there, Thinke ye it safetie to returne againe? In mischiefes, such as Ferrex now intendes, The wonted courteous lawes to messengers Are not obserued, which in iust warre they vse. Shall I so hazard any one of mine? Shall I betray my trusty frendes to him, That haue disclosed his treason vnto me? Let him entreate that feares, I feare him not. Or shall I to the king my father send? Yea and send now, while such a mother liues, That loues my brother, and that hateth me? Shall I geue leasure, by my fonde delayes, To Ferrex to oppresse me all vnware? I will not, but I will inuade his realme, And seeke the traitour prince within his court. Mischiefe for mischiefe is a due reward. His wretched head shall pay the worthy price Of this his treason and his hate to me. Shall I abide, and treate, and send and pray, And holde my yelden throate to traitours knife? While I with valiant minde and conquering force, Might rid my selfe of foes: and winne a realme? Yet rather, when I haue the wretches head, Then to the king my father will I send. The bootelesse 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 fathers death, the ruine of their realmes. " O most vnhappy state of counsellers, " That light on so vnhappy lordes and times, " That neither can their good aduise be heard, " Yet must they beare the blames of ill successe. But I will to the king their father haste, Ere this mischiefe come to the likely end, That if the mindfull wrath of wrekefull Gods, Since mightie Ilions fall not yet appeased With these poore remnantes of the Troian name, Haue not determined by vnmoued fate Out of this realme to rase the Brittishe line, By good aduise, by awe of fathers name, By force of wiser lordes, this kindled hate May yet be quentched, ere it consume vs all.