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Full speech
My gracious Lady and mother deer, Pardon my grief, for your so grieved mind To ask what cause torments so your heart. Such causeless wrong and so unjust despite, May have redress, or at the least revenge. My Father: Why? I know nothing at all, Wherein I have misdone unto his Grace. To whom? Madame leave care and careful plaint for me. Just hath my Father been to every wight, His First unjustice he will not extend To me I trust, that give no cause thereof. My brother's pride shall hurt him self, not me. Their Ancestors from raze to raze have born True faith to my forefathers and their seed, I trust they eke will bear the like to me. Mother content you, you shall see the end. I Marvel much what reason lead the King My father thus without all my desert To reue me half y kingdom which by course Of law and nature should remain to me. The wrekefull Gods pour on my cursed head, Eternal plagues and never dying woes, The Hellish Prince, adjudge my dampened ghost To Tantalus thirst, or proud Ixims wheel Or cruel Gripe to gnaw my growing heart To during torments and unquenched flames If ever I conceived so foul a thought, To wish his end of life, or yet of reign. Ah love, my friends, love wrongs not whom he loves. Is this no wrong, say you, to reave from me My native right to half so great a realm, And thus to match his younger son with me In equal power, and in as great degree: Yea & what son? y e son whose swelling pride Would never yield one point of reverence, When I the Elder and apparent heir Stood in the likelihood to possess the whole Yea and that son which from his childish age Envieth mine honour, and does hate my life, What will he now do? when his pride, his rage, The mindful malice of his grudging heart Is armed with force, with wealth and kingly state The mighty Gods forbid that ever I Should once conceive such mischief in my heart Although my Brother hath bereft my Realm And bear perhaps to me and hateful mind. Shall I revenge it, with his death therefore? Or shall I so destroy my father's life That gave me life? the Gods forbid I say, Cease you to speak so any more to me Ne you my friend with Answer once repeat So foul a tale, in silence let in die: What Lord or Subject shall have hope at all That under me they safely shall enjoy Their goods, their honours, lands and liberties, With whom, neither one only brother deer Ne father dearer, could enjoy their lives? But sith, I fear my younger brother's rage, And sith perhaps some other man may gyve Some Like advise, to move his grudging head At mine estate: which counsel may perchance Take greater force with him, than this with me, I will in secret so prepare my self, As if his malice or his lust to reign Break forth with Arms or sudden violence I may withstand his rage and keep myns own. Mine know I none, but grief for your distress:
Plot summary
Plot — Ferrex and Porrex (Gorboduc)
Queen WidHa is outraged that King GGEBGAGE plans to divide his prosperous kingdom between his two sons, instead of leaving everything to the elder, Fetrex) Gorboduc seeks his council’s consent to the division, ‘and to his sons’ installation as kings before his own death, but gets three different answers. He makes Ferrex king of the south, PO#PEX of the north, and appoints a counsellor to advise each. B€frex is advised to mistrust his brother’s intentions, and he prepares for war. This provokes POFFex into making a pre-emptive invasion of the south; he murders Ferrex with his own hands. Gorboduc summons Porrex and charges him with fratricide. Porrex admits it, and is killed by Videna. In turn, Gorbodie and Vida are murdered by their own people. The land is laid waste with civil war, followed by mass executions after the good councillor BGbGIGS and the British dukes repress the rebellion. Fergus) Duke of Albany, takes advantage of the chaos to plot for the throne. In taking arms against him, the other lords agree, rather than submit to foreign domination, to remit the question of the succession to the judgement of Parliament. Eubulus is confident that the crown will eventually be restored to the rightful heir.