Shakespeare, William / Fletcher, John · published 1623 · first performed or written 1613 [Jun] (Annals) history · King's Men T31 Popes, cardinals and the crown typicality 0.71 · 495 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T31: cardinal, pope, king, lord, majesty, holy, rome, france, church, lords.
Here is a warrant from The King, t'attach Lord Montacute, and the Bodies Of the Duke's Confessor, Iohn de la Car, One Gilbert Peck, his counselor. So, so; These are the limbs o' th' Plot: no more I hope. A Monk o' th' Chartreux. O Michael Hopkins? He. My Surveyor is false: The ore-great Cardinal Hath showed him gold; my life is spanned already: I am the shadow of poor Buckingham, Whose Figure even this instant Cloud puts on, By Darkening my clear Sun. My Lords farewell. My life itself, and the best heart of it, Thanks you for this great care: I stood i' th' level Of a full-charged confederacy, and give thankes To you that choked it. Let be called before us That Gentleman of Buckingham's, in person, I'll hear him his confessions justify, And point by point the Treasons of his Master, He shall again relate. Nay, we must longer kneel; I am a Suitor. Arise, and take place by us; halfe your Suit Never name to us; you have half our power: The other moiety ere you ask is given, Repeat your will, and take it. Thank your Majesty That you would love yourself, and in that love Not unconsidered leave your Honour, nor The dignity of your Office; is the point Of my Petition. Lady mine proceed. I am solicited not by a few, And those of true condition; That your Subjects Are in great grievance: There have been Commissions Sent down among 'em, which hath flawed the heart Of all their Loyalties; wherein, although My good Lord Cardinal, they vent reproaches Most bitterly on you, as butter on Of these exactions: yet the King, our Master Whose Honour Heaven shield from soil; even he escapes not Language unmannerly; yea, such which breaks The sides of loyalty, and almost appears In loud Rebellion. Not almost appears, It doth appear; for, upon these Taxations, The Clothiers all not able to maintain The many to them longing, have put off The Spinsters, Carders, Fuller's, Weavers, who Unfit for other life, compelled by hunger And lack of other means, in desperate manner Daring th' event too th' teeth, are all in uproar, And danger serves among them. Taxation? Wherein? and what Taxation? My Lord Cardinal, You that are blamed for it alike with us, Know you of this Taxation? Please you Sir, I know but of a single part in aught Pertains to th' State: and front but in that File Where others tell steps with me. No, my Lord? You know no more than others? But you frame Things that are known alike, which are not wholesome To those which would not know them, and yet must Perforce be their acquaintance. These exactions (Whereof my Sovereign would have note) they are Most pestilent to th' hearing, and to bear 'em, The Back is Sacrifice to th' load; They say They are devised by you, er else you suffer Too hard an exclamation.
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Here is a warrant from The King, t'attach Lord Mountacute, and the Bodies Of the Dukes Confeſſor, Iohn de la Car, One Gilbert Pecke, his Councellour. So, ſo; Theſe are the limbs o' th' Plot: no more I hope. A Monke o' th' Chartreux. O Michaell Hopkins? He. My Surueyor is falce: The ore-great Cardinall Hath ſhew'd him gold; my life is ſpand already: I am the ſhadow of poore Buckingham, Whoſe Figure euen this inſtant Clowd puts on, By Darkning my cleere Sunne. My Lords farewell. My life it ſelfe, and the beſt heart of it, Thankes you for this great care: I ſtood i' th' leuell Of a full-charg'd conſederacie, and giue thankes To you that choak'd it. Let be cald before vs That Gentleman of Buckinghams, in perſon, Ile heare him his confeſſions iuſtifie, And point by point the Treaſons of his Maiſter, He ſhall againe relate. Nay, we muſt longer kneele; I am a Suitor. Ariſe, and take place by vs; halfe your Suit Neuer name to vs; you haue halfe our power: The other moity ere you aske is giuen, Repeat your will, and take it. Thanke your Maieſty That you would loue your ſelfe, and in that loue Not vnconſidered leaue your Honour, nor The dignity of your Office; is the poynt Of my Petition. Lady mine proceed. I am ſolicited not by a few, And thoſe of true condition; That your Subiects Are in great grieuance: There haue beene Commiſſions Sent downe among 'em, which hath flaw'd the heart Of all their Loyalties; wherein, although My good Lord Cardinall, they vent reproches Moſt bitterly on you, as putter on Of theſe exactions: yet the King, our Maiſter Whoſe Honor Heauen ſhield from ſoile; euen he eſcapes not Language vnmannerly; yea, ſuch which breakes The ſides of loyalty, and almoſt appeares In lowd Rebellion. Not almoſt appeares, It doth appeare; for, vpon theſe Taxations, The Clothiers all not able to maintaine The many to them longing, haue put off The Spinſters, Carders, Fullers, Weauers, who Vnfit for other life, compeld by hunger And lack of other meanes, in deſperate manner Daring th' euent too th' teeth, are all in vprore, And danger ſerues among them. Taxation? Wherein? and what Taxation? My Lord Cardinall, You that are blam'd for it alike with vs, Know you of this Taxation? Pleaſe you Sir, I know but of a ſingle part in ought Pertaines to th' State▪ and front but in that File Where others tell ſteps with me. No, my Lord? You know no more then others? But you frame Things that are knowne alike, which are not wholſome To thoſe which would not know them, and yet muſt Perforce be their acquaintance. Theſe exactions (Whereof my Soueraigne would haue note) they are Moſt peſtilent to th' hearing, and to beare 'em, The Backe is Sacrifice to th' load; They ſay They are deuis'd by you, er elſe you ſuffer Too hard an exclamation.