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Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
cause_n	call_v	king_n	time_n	2,693	5	3.4189	3	true

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A00946	Licia, or Poemes of loue in honour of the admirable and singular vertues of his lady, to the imitation of the best Latin poets, and others. Whereunto is added the rising to the crowne of Richard the third.	Fletcher, Giles, 1549?-1611.	1593 (1593)	STC 11055; ESTC S105618	28,542	98

Clusters of grapes full rypened with the heat Nor smaller timber builded up on height Fall not so fast as persons that are great Loosing their honours bruised with their weight But fewer means the faster I did rise And to be king I fortune did dispise My thoughts ambitious spread began to flie And I a Crowne did followe with full wing My hope was small but yet I meant to trie I had no right yet long'd to be a king Feare or suspect amaz'd me not at all If I were crost the worst was but to fall The Lyon fearce dispoyled of his praie Runnes not with speed so fast as did my thought My doubtfull minde forbad me long to stay For why a kingdome was the thing I sought Now was the tyme when this was to be done Or blame my thoughts because they it begun My brother dy'd and left two Sonnes behind Both under age unfitte to guyde the land This right fell out according to my minde For now these two were ruled with my hand Englands great Lord the subjects did me call And I was made protectour over all But as the Wolfe defends the harmelesse sheepe Whose bloodie mouth can hardlie bee content Vntill he spoile what he was set to keepe And sillie beast be all to peeces rent So still a crowne did hammer in my head Full of mistrust till both these two were dead The elder sonne with speed to London came And walles forsooke where he had liv'd before London the place of greatest strength and fame The I lands treasure and the English store For him Lord Rivers was appoynted guyde The Kings owne uncle by the mothers fide Rivers was vvyse but him I could not brooke I well foresawe what harme there might ensew This to prevent with speed I counsell tooke And as I thought so did I finde it trewe For if that Rivers should obtaine his minde my hearts desire then hardlie could I finde Rivers and Graie of treason I accus'd And tolde the Prince what both they did intend My tale was false and I the king abus'd Thus both their lives unjustlie did I end The King was yong the greater was their griefe And needs my words did urge him to beleefe Not long this past but hasting to the Queene A post wast sent to showe what did befall And who the actors of this fact had bene That Lord protector was the cause of all The Queen amaz'd did woonder at this newes And skarse did think it yet she could not choose Possest with feare foure daughters and her sonne She thence convayd into a sacred place Supposing ' true the harme but now begun And that I thought to murther all her race She Yorks Archbishop did entreat for aide Who in the Abbay not farre distant laide The Bishop came and mourning found the Queene Who did lament the fortune of her sonne The realmes distresse the lyke before not seene Her owne misfortune and the state undone Thus sigh'd the Queene and wisht her state were lesse And prayde that heavens would give the king successe My Lord she said my thoughts presage some ill And mournfull sorrowe seazeth on my heart This suddaine newes with griefe my soule doth fill And I for feare doe quake in everie part In this distresse we cannot hope to live Except this sacred place some safetie give He then reply'd dread Soveraigne doe not faint A causelesse feare in wisdome do withstand Yeeld not to soone with griefe to make complaint When no such cause approaching is at hand For feeble minds through weaknes coyne new feares When stronger hearts true griefe more wisely bears Aud if they crowne some other not your sonne A thing unlyke yet feare what may befall Then shall the same unto this child be done Whom brothers right by dew a king shall call But tyrants force will hardly be so bold During the tyme the other is in hold Then more advis'd he told her what he thought She and her sonne some causes had to feare And Englands seale he therefore with him brought Which by his place he customd was to beare Thus he resolv'd to leave the Seale behind Till wiser thoughts straight altered had his mind The Bishop home returned in all haste And sadly sate suspecting what might fall But then my comming made them all agast And for the Bishop I did straightway call I knew his deede and blam'd him to his face And for the Seale another had his place Thus tyrant hate possest me for a Crowne My minde the Anvill of a thousand harmes I rais'd my friendes my foes I cast them downe This made the subjectes flocke to me in swarmes My will was strong I made it for a Lawe For basest mindes are ruled best by awe I cal'd the Counsell and did straight perswade From mothers side to fetch the other Sonne My drift was further then they well could wade I gave them reasons why it must be donne The King a play-mate wanted for his yeeres And could not well be fitted with his Peeres The Cardnall went on message to the Queene And us'd perswasions for her other chyld He plainely sayd her feare had causelesse bene Nor neede she dout by me to be beguyld I was Protector chosen by consent With counsell grave all treason to prevent And I protest quoth Cardnall on my life For so indeede the Cardnall did suppose Your Sonne with safetie shall cut off this strife And you nor place nor land nor Sonne shall loose Dread soveraigne graunt and let your Sonne be free If he have harme then set the fault on me The Queene was mov'd and quaking did reply A mothers love doeth breede a mothers feare And loth I am those mischiefes for to try With doutfull hazard of a thing so deare I dout my Lord the neerest of his blood In true intent scarce wisheth any good The lawes doe make my Sonne his mothers ward Religion bids I should not slacke my care And nature bindes mine owne for to regard These and his health my Lord good reasons are To make my feare no smaller then it is Whylst feare perswades what harme may come of this Yet take my sonne and with my sonne take all Come kisse me sonne thy mothers last fare-well Thy yeeres sweete boy suspect not what may fall Nor can my tongue for teares thy fortune tell But hardly crownes their kindred will discerne As you sweete child I feare yer long shall learne God blesse thee sonne and I my sonne thee blesse Thy mothers comfort and thy brothers life Nay weepe not sonne God send thee good successe And safe defend thee from that tyrants knife Cardnal farewell be carefull of my sonne For once I vow'd this never to have done I and the counsell in Starre-chamber weare To whome the Cardnall did in haste resort Who brought the child which ended all my feare The mothers care he briefely did report I kist the child and tooke it in my arme Thus none did thinke I meant it any harme Then as the Wolfe halfe famisht for his pray Or hungrie Lyon that a lambe hath got My thirsty minde I ment his blood should stay And yet the wisest not perceive my plot To'the Towre in haste I sent him to his brother And there with speed I both at once did smother Nowe two there was but living in my way Buckingham and Hastings both to crosse my mind The one was headed straight without delay The other favours did unto me bind To match our children I did him perswade And Earle of Herford he him selfe be made Nowe as the Sea before a storme doeth swell Or sumes arise before we see the flame So whispering Brute began my drifts to tell And all Imparted unto babbling fame I dem'd it danger speech for to despice For after this I knew a storme would rise Londons Lord Major I used for my turne And caus'd him speake what treason had bene done I by these meanes the peoples hearts did turne And made them eye me as the rising Sunne Thus whilest I ment the Iland to bring under The peoples heads on newes I set to wonder Then at the crosse I caus'd a Doctor preach To tell the subjectes what I wisht them know The man was cunning and had skill to teach Out of my braine I made his Sermon flow Thus every where I did such notice give As all did crie Heavens let King Richard live So did I live and called was a king Friendes swarm'd as fast as Bees vnto the hive Thus basest means the highest fortunes bring The crowne obtaind did cause my thoughts revive I scorn'd my friends and those did most despyse That vvere the means by vvhich I did aryse Blood and revenge did hammer in my head Vnquiet thoughts did gallop in my braine I had no rest till all my friends vvere dead Whose helpe I usde the kingdome to obtaine My dearest friend I thought not safe to trust Nor skarse my selfe but that perforce I must Nor speake I novv as if I did repent Vnlesse for this a crovvne I bought so cheap For meaner things men vvittes and lives have spent Which blood have sovvne and crovvns could never reap Live Richard long the honour of thy name And scorne all such as doe thy fortune blame Thus have I told hovv I a crovvne did vvin Which novv torments me that I cannot sleep Where I doe end my sorrovv did begin Because I got vvhich long I could not keep My verse is harsh yet reader doe not frovvne I vvore no garland but a golden Crovvne FINIS With 〈◊〉 eye