Great Britain -- History -- Poetry; Shakespeare, William, 1564-1616 -- Sources
I haue played my pageant, now am I past,
Yee wot well all I was of no great elde:
Thus all thing concluded shalbe at the last,
When death approcheth then lost is the fielde:
Then seing this world me no longer vpheld,
(For nought would conserue mee here in this place)
_In manus tuas Domine_ my spirit vp I yeelde,
Humbly beseeching thee, O God, of thy grace,
O you courteous commons your heartes embrace,
Beningly now to pray for mee also,
For right well you[1229] know your king I was:
_Et ecce nunc in puluere dormio_.[1230]
[Whan this was sayd, euery man for that[1231] time tooke his
leaue of other, and departed (for then it waxed darke) appointing
a new day of meeting, which being come, we met all together
againe. And whan we had saluted one another, then one tooke the
booke, and began to read the story of king _Edward_ the fifte:
(for there wee left) and when hee came to the apprehending of the
lord _Riuers_: “Stay there I pray you,” sayd I, “for here is his
complaint. For the better vnderstanding whereof, you must imagine
that he was accompanied with the lord _Richard Gray_, _Hawt_, and
_Clappam_, whose infortunes hee bewaileth after this maner.”]
Howe Syr _Anthony Woduile_ Lord Riuers and Scales,
Gouernour of Prince _Edward_, was with his
Nephue Lord _Richard Gray_ and other
causelesse imprisoned and cruelly
murdered, Anno 1483.[1232]
1.
As seely suiters letted by delayes
To shew their prince the meaning of their minde,
That long haue bought their brokers yeas and nays,
And neuer the nyer, doe dayly wayte to finde
The prince’s grace, from waighty affaires vntwind:
Which time attaynde, by attending all the yeare,
The weried prince will than no suyters heare:
2.
My case[1233] was such not many dayes agoe,
For, after bruite had blazed all abroade,
That _Baldwine_, through the ayde of[1234] other moe,
Of fame or shame fall’n[1235] princes would vnloade,
Out from our graues wee got[1236] without abode,
And preaced forward with the ruefull[1237] rout,
That sought to haue their doinges boulted out.
3.
But whan I had long tended[1238] for my turne
To tell my tale, as diuers other did,
In hope I should no longer while soiourne,
But from my suites haue speedely ben ryd,
Whan course and place both orderly had bid
Mee shewe my minde, and I preparde to say,
The hearers pausde, arose, and went their way.
4.
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