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 · 475 words · other edition — not in the analysis
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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 unmaistered 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 Gods, 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, and your power. May stay the growing mischief, and repress The fiery blaze of their enkindled heat: It seems, and so ye aught 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 our sons may learn to live in peace. Beware (O king) the greatest harm of all, Jest by your waylefull 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 sand to either of your sons Some one both wise and noble parsonage, Which with good counsel and with weighty name, Of father, shall present before their eyes Your hest, your life, 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 of one at least. O king the greatest grief that ever prince did hear, That 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 much to weake dispeire. Your sonnes yet lyue, and long I trust, they shall. If fates had taken you from earthly life, Before beginning of this ciuyll strife: Perhaps your sounes in their vnmaistered youth, Loose from regarde of any lyuing wight, Would runne on headlong, with vnbridled race, To their owne death and ruine of this realme. But sith the Gods, 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, and your power. May stay the growing mischiefe, and represse The fierie blaze of their inkindled heate: It seemes, and so ye ought to deeme thereof, That louyng Ioue hath tempred so the time Of this debate to happen in your dayes, That you yet lyuing may the same appeaze, And adde it to the glory of your latter age, And they our sonnes may learne to liue in peace. Beware (O king) the greatest harme of all, Lest by your waylefull plaints your hastened death Yelde larger roume vnto their growing rage. Preserue your life, the onely hope of stay. And if your highnes herein list to vse Wisdome or force, counsell or knightly aide: Loe we, our persons, powers and lyues are yours, Use vs tyll death, O king, we are your owne. Loe here the perill that was erst foresene, When you, (O king) did first deuide your lande, And yelde your present reigne vnto your sonnes, But now (O noble prince) now is no time To waile and plaine, and wast your wofull life. Now is the time for present good aduise. Sorow doth darke the iudgement of the wytte. " The hart vnbroken and the courage free " From feble faintnesse of bootelesse despeire, " Doth either ryse to safetie or renowme " By noble valure of vnuanquisht minde, " Or yet doth perishe in more happy sort. Your grace may send to either of your sonnes Some one both wise and noble personage, Which with good counsell and with weightie name, Of father, shall present before their eyes Your hest, your life, your safetie and their owne, The present mischiefe of their deadly strife. And in the while, assemble you the force Which your commaundement and the spedy hast Of all my lordes here present can prepare. The terrour of your mightie power shall stay The rage of both, or yet of one at lest. O king the greatest griefe that euer prince dyd heare, That euer wofull messenger did tell, That euer wretched lande hath sene before, I bryng 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 bloudy hand he hath His brother slaine, and doth possesse his realme.