Shakespeare, William / Fletcher, John · published 1623 · first performed or written 1613 [Jun] (Annals) history · King's Men unassigned nearest T43 York and Lancaster: dynastic claims and · 492 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T43: henry, king, richard, warwick, york, edward, father, duke, crown, son.
I do beseech your Grace, for charity If ever any malice in your heart Were hid against me, now to forgive me frankly. Sir Thomas Lovel, I as free forgive you As I would be forgiven: I forgive all. There cannot be those numberless offences 'Gainst me, that I cannot take peace with: No black Envy shall make my Grave. Commend me to his Grace: And if he speak of Buckingham; pray tell him, You met him half in Heaven: my vows and prayers Yet are the Kings; and till my Soul forsake, Shall cry for blessings on him. May he live Longer than I have time to tell his years; Ever beloved and loving, may his Rule be; And when old Time shall lead him to his end, Goodness and he, fill up one Monument. To th' water side I must conduct your Grace; Then give my Charge up to Sir Nicholas Vaux, Who undertakes you to your end. Prepare there, The Duke is coming: See the Barge be ready; And fit it with such furniture as suits The Greatness of his Person. Nay, Sir Nicholas, Let it alone; my State now will but mock me. When I came hither, I was Lord High Constable, And Duke of Buckingham: now, poor Edward Bohun; Yet I am richer than my base Accusers, That never knew what Truth meant: I now seal it; And with that blood will make'em one day groan for't. My noble Father Henry of Buckingham, Who first raised head against Usurping Richard, Flying for succour to his Servant Banister, Being distressed; was by that wretch betrayed, And without Trial, fell; God's peace be with him. Henry the seventh succeeding, truly pitying My Father's loss; like a most Royal Prince Restored me to my Honours: and out of ruins Made my Name once more Noble. Now his Son, Henry the Eight, Life, Honour, Name and all That made me happy; at one stroke has taken For ever from the World. I had my Trial, And must needs say a Noble one; which makes me A little happier than my wretched Father: Yet thus far we are one in Fortunes; both Fell by our Servants, by those Men we loved most: A most unnatural and faithless Service. Heaven has an end in all: yet, you that hear me, This from a dying man receive as certain: Where you are liberal of your loves and Counsels, Be sure you be not lose; for those you make friends, And give your hearts to; when they once perceive The least rub in your fortunes, fall away Like water from ye, never found again But where they mean to sink ye: all good people Pray for me, I must now forsake ye; the last hour Of my long weary life is come upon me: Farewell; and when you would say something that is sad, Speak how I fell. I have done; and God forgive me.
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I doe beſeech your Grace, for charity If euer any malice in your heart Were hid againſt me, now to forgiue me frankly. Sir Thomas Louell, I as free forgiue you As I would be forgiuen: I forgiue all. There cannot be thoſe numberleſſe offences Gainſt me, that I cannot take peace with: No blacke Enuy ſhall make my Graue. Commend mee to his Grace: And if he ſpeake of Buckingham; pray tell him, You met him halfe in Heauen: my vowes and prayers Yet are the Kings; and till my Soule forſake, Shall cry for bleſſings on him. May he liue Longer then I haue time to tell his yeares; Euer belou'd and louing, may his Rule be; And when old Time ſhall lead him to his end, Goodneſſe and he, fill vp one Monument. To th' water ſide I muſt conduct your Grace; Then giue my Charge vp to Sir Nicholas Ʋaux, Who vndertakes you to your end. Prepare there, The Duke is comming: See the Barge be ready; And fit it with ſuch furniture as ſuites The Greatneſſe of his Perſon. Nay, Sir Nicholas, Let it alone; my State now will but mocke me. When I came hither, I was Lord High Conſtable, And Duke of Buckingham: now, poore Edward Bohun; Yet I am richer then my baſe Accuſers, That neuer knew what Truth meant: I now ſeale it; And with that bloud will make'em one day groane for't. My noble Father Henry of Buckingham, Who firſt rais'd head againſt Vſurping Richard, Flying for ſuccour to his Seruant Baniſter, Being diſtreſt; was by that wretch betraid, And without Tryall, fell; Gods peace be with him. Henry the Seauenth ſucceeding, truly pittying My Fathers loſſe; like a moſt Royall Prince Reſtor'd me to my Honours: and out of ruines Made my Name once more Noble. Now his Sonne, Henry the Eight, Life, Honour, Name and all That made me happy; at one ſtroake ha's taken For euer from the World. I had my Tryall, And muſt needs ſay a Noble one; which makes me A little happier then my wretched Father: Yet thus farre we are one in Fortunes; both Fell by our Seruants, by thoſe Men we lou'd moſt: A moſt vnnaturall and faithleſſe Seruice. Heauen ha's an end in all: yet, you that heare me, This from a dying man receiue as certaine: Where you are liberall of your loues and Councels, Be ſure you be not looſe; for thoſe you make friends, And giue your hearts to; when they once perceiue The leaſt rub in your fortunes, fall away Like water from ye, neuer found againe But where they meane to ſinke ye: all good people Pray for me, I muſt now forſake ye; the laſt houre Of my long weary life is come vpon me: Farewell; and when you would ſay ſomthing that is ſad, Speake how I fell. I haue done; and God forgiue me.