The Complete Works of William Shakespeare - Israel Gollancz William Shakespeare [2046]
me and the gallows, I will be an arrant thief, sure, if
I cannot pick up my crumbs by the law quickly, I will
cast away my buckram bags and be a highway lawyer now,
certainly.
Tresilian
Canst thou remember, Nimble, how by degrees I rose,
since first thou knewest me? I was first a schoolboy.
Nimble
Ay, saving your honour's speech, your worshipful
tail was whipped for stealing my dinner out of my
satchel. You were ever so crafty in your childhood,
that I knew your worship would prove a good lawyer.
Tresilian
Interrupt me not. Those days thou knewest, I say,
from whence I did become a plodding clerk,
from which I bounced, as thou dost now, in buckram
to be a pleading lawyer (and there I stayed)
till by the King I was Chief Justice made.
Nimble, I read this discipline to thee
to stir thy mind up still to industry.
Nimble
Thank your good Lordship.
Tresilian
Go to thy mistress: lady you now must call her.
Bid her remove her household up to London;
tell her our fortunes, and with how much peril
we have attained this place of eminence.
Go and remove her.
Nimble
With a habeas corpus or a surssararis, I assure ye.
And so I leave your Lordship, always hoping of your
Wonted favour, that when I have passed the London
Bridge of affliction I may arrive with you at the
Westminster hall of promotion, and then I care not.
Tresilian
Thou shalt; thou hast an executing look
and I will put the axe into thy hand.
I rule the law: thou by the law shalt stand.
Nimble
I thank your Lordship, and a fig for the rope then!
Act I, Scene 3: London, the Court]
Sound a sennet. Enter in great state King Richard and Queen Anne, crowned: Lancaster, York Arundel, Surrey, Greene, Bagot; and Woodstock very brave; the Duchess of Gloucester and the Duchess of Ireland.
King
Bagot and Greene, next to the fair Queen Anne
Take your high places, by King Richard's side
And give fair welcome to our Queen and bride.
Uncles of Woodstock, York, and Lancaster,
Make full our wishes, and salute our Queen;
Give all your welcomes to fair Anne-a-Beame.
Lancaster
I hope sweet prince, her Grace mistakes us not
To make our hearts the worser part of us:
Our tongues have in our English eloquence
(Harsh though it is) pronounced her welcomes many
By oaths and loyal protestations
To which we add a thousand infinites;
But in a word, fair Queen, forever welcome!
Woodstock
Let me prevent the rest, for mercy's sake!
If all their welcomes be as long as thine
This health will not go round this week, by the mass!
Sweet Queen, and cousin, now I will call you so,
In plain and honest phrase, welcome to England!
Think they speak all in me, and you have seen
All England cry with joy, "God bless the Queen",
And so afore my God I know they wish it.
Only I fear my duty not misconstered,
Nay, nay, King Richard, afore God I will speak the truth!
Sweet Queen, you have found a young and wanton choice,
A wild-head, yet a Kingly gentleman;
A youth unsettled; yet he is princely bred
Descended from the royalest bloods in Europe,
The Kingly stock of England and of France.
Yet he is a hare-brain, a very wag in faith,
But you must bear, Madam: alas, he is but a blossom;
But his maturity I hope you will find
True English bred, a King loving and kind.
King
I thank ye for your double praise, good Uncle.
Woodstock
Ay, ay good coz, I am plain Thomas, by the rood
I will speak the truth.
Queen
My sovereign Lord, and you true English peers
Your all-accomplished honours have so tied
My senses by a magical restraint
In the sweet spells of this your fair demeanours,
That I am bound and charmed from what I was:
My native country I no more remember
But as a tale told in my infancy,
The greatest part forgot: and that which is,
Appears to England's fair elysium
Like brambles to the cedars, coarse to fine,
Or like the wild grape to the fruitful vine.
And, having left the earth where I was bred
And English made, let me be Englished:
They best shall please me shall me English call.
My heart, great