¶Whiles I was bu
sie for the common wealth,
¶Your Highne
sse plea
sed to forget my place,
¶The maie
stie and power of law and iu
stice,
¶The image of the King whom I pre
sented,
2965And
strooke me in my very
seate of iudgement,
¶Whereon, (as an offendor to your father,)
¶I gaue bold way to my authority,
¶And did commit you: if the deed were ill,
¶Be you contented, wearing now the garland,
2970To haue a
sonne
set your decrees at naught?
¶To plucke downe Iu
stice from your awful bench?
¶To trip the cour
se of law, and blunt the
sword,
¶That guards the peace and
safetie of your per
son?
¶Nay more, to
spurne at your mo
st royall image,
2975And mocke your workings in a
second body?
¶Que
stion your royall thoughts, make the ca
se yours,
¶Be now the father, and propo
se a
sonne,
¶Heare your owne dignity
so much prophan'd,
¶See your mo
st dreadfull lawes
so loo
sely
slighted,
2980Behold your
selfe
so by a
sonne di
sdained:
¶And then imagine me taking your part,
¶And in your power
soft
silencing your
sonne,
¶After this cold con
siderance
sentence me,
¶And as you are a King,
speake in your
state,
2985What I haue done that mi
sbecame my place,
¶My per
son, or my lieges
soueraigntie.
¶Prince You are right Iu
stice, and you weigh this well,
¶Therefore
still beare the Ballance and the Sword,
¶And I do wi
sh your honors may encrea
se,
2990Til you do liue to
see a
sonne of mine
¶Offend you, and obey you as I did:
¶So
shall I liue to
speake my fathers words,
¶Happie am I that haue a man
so bold,
¶That dares do iu
stice on my proper
sonne:
2995And not le
sse happie, hauing
such a
sonne,
¶That would deliuer vp his greatne
sse
so,
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