Shakespeare, William / Fletcher, John · published 1623 · first performed or written 1613 [Jun] (Annals) history · King's Men unassigned nearest T31 Popes, cardinals and the crown · 485 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T31: cardinal, pope, king, lord, majesty, holy, rome, france, church, lords.
His Grace Hath spoken well, and justly: Therefore Madam, It's fit this Royal Session do proceed, And that (without delay) their Arguments Be now produced, and heard. Lord Cardinal, to you I speak. Your pleasure, Madam. Sir, I am about to weep; but thinking that We are a Queen (or long have dreamed so) certain The daughter of a King, my drops of tears, I'll turn to sparks of fire. Be patiented yet. I will, when you are humble; Nay before, Or God will punish me. I do believe (Induced by potent Circumstances) that You are mine Enemy, and make my Challenge, You shall not be my judge. For it is you Have blown this Coal, betwixt my Lord, and me; (Which Gods dew quench) therefore, I say again, I utterly abhor; yea, from my Soul Refuse you for my judge, whom yet once more I hold my most malicious Foe, and think not At all a Friend to truth. I do profess You speak not like yourself: who ever yet Have stood to Charity, and displayed th' effects Of disposition gentle, and of wisdom, Ore-topping woman's power. Madam, you do me wrong I have no Spleen against you, nor injustice For you, or any: how far I have proceeded, Or how far further (Shall) is warranted By a Commission from the Consistory, Yea, the whole Consistory of Rome. You charge me, That I have blown this Coal: I do deny it, The King is present: If it be known to him, That I gainsay my Deed, how may he wound, And worthily my Falsehood, yea, as much As you have done my Truth. If he know That I am free of your Report, he knows I am not of your wrong. Therefore in him It lies to cure me, and the Cure is to Remove these Thoughts from you. The which before His Highness shall speak in, I do beseech You (gracious Madam) to unthink your speaking, And to say so no more. My Lord, my Lord, I am a simple woman, much too weak T' oppose your cunning. YE are meek, & humble-mouthed You sign your Place, and Calling, in full seeming, With Meekness and Humility: but your Heart Is crammed with Arrogancy, Spleen, and Pride. You have by Fortune, and his highness' favours, Gone slightly o'er low steps, and now are mounted Where Powers are your Retainers, and your words (Domestickes to you) serve your will, as't please Yourself pronounce their Office. I must tell you, You tender more your persons Honour, than Your high profession Spiritual. That again I do refuse you for my judge, and here Before you all, Appeal unto the Pope, To bring my whole Cause 'fore his Holiness, And to be judged by him. The Queen is obstinate, Stubborn to justice, apt to accuse it, and Disdainful to be tried by't; 'tis not well. she's going away.
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His Grace Hath ſpoken well, and iuſtly: Therefore Madam, It's fit this Royall Seſſion do proceed, And that (without delay) their Arguments Be now produc'd, and heard. Lord Cardinall, to you I ſpeake. Your pleaſure, Madam. Sir, I am about to weepe; but thinking that We are a Queene (or long haue dream'd ſo) certaine The daughter of a King, my drops of teares, Ile turne to ſparkes of fire. Be patient yet. I will, when you are humble; Nay before, Or God will puniſh me. I do beleeue (Induc'd by potent Circumſtances) that You are mine Enemy, and make my Challenge, You ſhall not be my Iudge. For it is you Haue blowne this Coale, betwixt my Lord, and me; (Which Gods dew quench) therefore, I ſay againe, I vtterly abhorre; yea, from my Soule Refuſe you for my Iudge, whom yet once more I hold my moſt malicious Foe, and thinke not At all a Friend to truth. I do profeſſe You ſpeake not like your ſelfe: who euer yet Haue ſtood to Charity, and diſplayd th' effects Of diſpoſition gentle, and of wiſedome, Ore-topping womans powre. Madam, you do me wrong I haue no Spleene againſt you, nor iniuſtice For you, or any: how farre I haue proceeded, Or how farre further (Shall) is warranted By a Commiſſion from the Conſiſtorie, Yea, the whole Conſiſtorie of Rome. You charge me, That I haue blowne this Coale: I do deny it, The King is preſent: If it be knowne to him, That I gainſay my Deed, how may he wound, And worthily my Falſehood, yea, as much As you haue done my Truth. If he know That I am free of your Report, he knowes I am not of your wrong. Therefore in him It lies to cure me, and the Cure is to Remoue theſe Thoughts from you. The which before His Highneſſe ſhall ſpeake in, I do beſeech You (gracious Madam) to vnthinke your ſpeaking, And to ſay ſo no more. My Lord, my Lord, I am a ſimple woman, much too weake T' oppoſe your cunning. Y' are meek, & humble-mouth'd You ſigne your Place, and Calling, in full ſeeming, With Meekeneſſe and Humilitie: but your Heart Is cramm'd with Arrogancie, Spleene, and Pride. You haue by Fortune, and his Highneſſe fauors, Gone ſlightly o're lowe ſteppes, and now are mounted Where Powres are your Retainers, and your words (Domeſtickes to you) ſerue your will, as't pleaſe Your ſelfe pronounce their Office. I muſt tell you, You tender more your perſons Honor, then Your high profeſſion Spirituall. That agen I do refuſe you for my Iudge, and heere Before you all, Appeale vnto the Pope, To bring my whole Cauſe 'fore his Holineſſe, And to be iudg'd by him. The Queene is obſtinate, Stubborne to Iuſtice, apt to accuſe it, and Diſdainfull to be tride by't; tis not well. Shee's going away.