Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written 1609 [c.1608-1611] (Annals) romance · King's Men unassigned nearest T53 The crown: kingship claimed, resigned an · 521 words
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Stay, Sir King. This man is better than the man he slew, As well descended as thyself, and hath More of thee merited, than a Band of Clotens Had ever scar for. Let his Arms alone, They were not borne for bondage. Why old Soldier: Wilt thou undo the worth thou art unpaid for By tasting of our wrath? How of descent As good as we? In that he spoke too far. And thou shalt dye for't. We will dye all three, But I will prove that two one's are as good As I have given out him. My Sons, I must For mine own part, unfold a dangerous speech, Though haply well for you. Your danger's ours. And our good his. Have at it then, by leave Thou hadst (great King) a Subject, who Was called Belarius. What of him? He is a banished Traitor. He it is, that hath Assumed this age: indeed a banished man, I know not how, a Traitor. Take him hence, The whole world shall not save him. Not too hot; First pay me for the Nursing of thy Sons, And let it be confiscate all, so soon As I have received it. Nursing of my Sons? I am too blunt, and saucy: here's my knee: Ere I arise, I will prefer my Sons, Then spare not the old Father. Mighty Sir, These two young Gentlemen that call me Father, And think they are my Sons, are none of mine, They are the issue of your Loins, my Liege, And blood of your begetting. How? my Issue. So sure as you, your Fathers: I (old Morgan) Am that Belarius, whom you sometime banished: Your pleasure was my near offence, my punishment Itself, and all my Treason that I suffered, Was all the harm I did. These gentle Princes (For such, and so they are) these twenty years Have I trained up; those Arts they have, as I Can put into them. My breeding was (Sir) As your Highness knows: Their Nurse Euriphile (Whom for the Theft I wedded) stole these Children Upon my Banishment: I moved her too't, Having received the punishment before For that which I did then. Beaten for Loyalty, Excited me to Treason. Their dear loss, The more of you 'twas felt, the more it shaped Unto my end of stealing them. But gracious Sir, here are your Sons again, and I must lose Two of the sweetest Companions in the World. The benediction of these covering Heavens Fall on their heads licks dew, for they are worthy To in-lay Heaven with Stars. Thou weep'st, and speakest: The Service that you three have done, is more Unlike, than this thou tell'st. I lost my Children, If these be they, I know not how to wish A pair of worthier Sons. Be pleased awhile; This Gentleman, whom I call Polidore, Most worthy Prince, as yours, is true Guiderius: This Gentleman, my Cadwall, Aruiragus. Your younger Princely Son, he Sir, was leapt In a most curious Mantle, wrought by th' hand Of his Queen Mother, which for more probation I can with ease produce.
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Stay, Sir King. This man is better then the man he ſlew, As well deſcended as thy ſelfe, and hath More of thee merited, then a Band of Clotens Had euer ſcarre for. Let his Armes alone, They were not borne for bondage. Why old Soldier: Wilt thou vndoo the worth thou art vnpayd for By taſting of our wrath? How of deſcent As good as we? In that he ſpake too farre. And thou ſhalt dye for't. We will dye all three, But I will proue that two one's are as good As I haue giuen out him. My Sonnes, I muſt For mine owne part, vnfold a dangerous ſpeech, Though haply well for you. Your danger's ours. And our good his. Haue at it then, by leaue Thou hadd'ſt (great King) a Subiect, who Was call'd Belarius. What of him? He is a baniſh'd Traitor. He it is, that hath Aſſum'd this age: indeed a baniſh'd man, I know not how, a Traitor. Take him hence, The whole world ſhall not ſaue him. Not too hot; Firſt pay me for the Nurſing of thy Sonnes, And let it be confiſcate all, ſo ſoone As I haue receyu'd it. Nurſing of my Sonnes? I am too blunt, and ſawcy: heere's my knee: Ere I ariſe, I will preferre my Sonnes, Then ſpare not the old Father. Mighty Sir, Theſe two young Gentlemen that call me Father, And thinke they are my Sonnes, are none of mine, They are the yſſue of your Loynes, my Liege, And blood of your begetting. How? my Iſſue. So ſure as you, your Fathers: I (old Morgan) Am that Belarius, whom you ſometime baniſh'd: Your pleaſure was my neere offence, my puniſhment It ſelfe, and all my Treaſon that I ſuffer'd, Was all the harme I did. Theſe gentle Princes (For ſuch, and ſo they are) theſe twenty yeares Haue I train'd vp; thoſe Arts they haue, as I Could put into them. My breeding was (Sir) As your Highneſſe knowes: Their Nurſe Euriphile (Whom for the Theft I wedded) ſtole theſe Children Vpon my Baniſhment: I moou'd her too't, Hauing receyu'd the puniſhment before For that which I did then. Beaten for Loyaltie, Excited me to Treaſon. Their deere loſſe, The more of you 'twas felt, the more it ſhap'd Vnto my end of ſtealing them. But gracious Sir, Heere are your Sonnes againe, and I muſt looſe Two of the ſweet'ſt Companions in the World. The benediction of theſe couering Heauens Fall on their heads liks dew, for they are worthie To in-lay Heauen with Starres. Thou weep'ſt, and ſpeak'ſt: The Seruice that you three haue done, is more Vnlike, then this thou tell'ſt. I loſt my Children, If theſe be they, I know not how to wiſh A payre of worthier Sonnes. Be pleas'd awhile; This Gentleman, whom I call Polidore, Moſt worthy Prince, as yours, is true Guiderius: This Gentleman, my Cadwall, Aruiragus. Your yonger Princely Son, he Sir, was lapt In a moſt curious Mantle, wrought by th' hand Of his Queene Mother, which for more probation I can with eaſe produce.