Norton, Thomas / Sackville, Thomas · published 1570 · first performed or written 1562 [Jan 18] (Annals) tragedy · before the Court unassigned nearest T53 The crown: kingship claimed, resigned an · 499 words · other edition — not in the analysis
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O king, appease your grief and 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 honourage, and state, Your grave advice, the awe of father's name, Shall quickly knit again this broken peace. And if in either of my lords your sons, Be such untamed and unyelding 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 agreed, and hold the land in stay. 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) the want of lustful health Can not be half so grief-full to your grace, As these most wretched tidings that I bring. O heavens, yet more? not 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 For war, and saith that it is wholly 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 Sand to his brother to demand the cause, Nor yet to you to stay this hateful strife, Wherefore scythe there no more I can be heard, I come myself now to inform your grace, And to beseech you, as you love the life 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 to 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 cares, 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 aids, May yet raise, shall repress their present heat, The secret grudge and malice will remain, The fire not quenched, but kept in close restraint, Fed 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 and stay your plaint. Great is the matter, and a wofull case. But timely knowledge may bring timely helpe. Sende for them both vnto your presence here. The reuerence of your honourage, and state, Your graue aduice, the awe of fathers name, Shall quicklie knit agayne this broken peace. 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 Than you him gaue aboue his natiue right: Ioyne with the iuster side, so shall you force Them to agree, and holde the lande in stay. What meaneth this? Loe yonder comes in hast Philander from my lord your yonger sonne. The Goddes sende ioyfull newes. The mightie Ioue Preserue your maiestie, O noble king. Philander, welcome: but how doth my sonne? Your sonne, sir, lyues, and healthie I him left. But yet (O king) the want of lustfull health Could not be halfe so griefefull to your grace, As these most wretched tidynges that I bryng. O heauens, yet more? not ende of woes to me? Tyndar, O king, came lately from the court Of Ferrex, to my lord your yonger sonne, And made reporte of great prepared store For warre, and sayth that it is wholly ment Agaynst Porrex, for high disdayne that he Lyues now a king and egall in degree With him, that claimeth to succede the whole, As by due title of discending right. Porrex is nowe so set on flaming fire, Partely with kindled rage of cruell wrath, Partely with hope to gaine a realme thereby, That he in hast prepareth to inuade His brothers land, and with vnkindely warre Threatens the murder of your elder sonne, Ne could I him perswade that first he should Send to his brother to demaunde the cause, Nor yet to you to staie this hatefull strife, Wherfore sithe there no more I can be hearde, I come my selfe now to enforme your grace, And to beseche you, as you loue the life And safetie of your children and your realme, Now to employ your wisdome and your force To stay this mischiefe ere it be to late. Are they in armes? would he not sende to 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 cares, can moue, Our counsels could withdraw from raging heat. Ioue slay them both, and end the cursed line. For though perhappes feare of such mightie force As I my lordes, ioyned with your noble aides, Maye yet raise, shall represse their present heate, The secret grudge and malice will remayne, The fire not quenched, but kept in close restraint, Fedde still within, breakes forth with double flame. Their death and myne must peaze the angrie Gods