GREENE'S FAREWELL TO FOLLY 1 Modern spelling tran
GREENE'S FAREWELL TO FOLLY 1 Modern spelling tran
GREENE'S FAREWELL TO FOLLY 1 Modern spelling tran
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GREENE’S <strong>FAREWELL</strong> <strong>TO</strong> <strong>FOLLY</strong> 20<br />
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Rodento, speaking for the rest, made answer that as the County Selides was banished<br />
without cause, so he might lawfully return without pardon; that offences measured with<br />
envy were to be salved without entreaty, & therefore did no more than they all present<br />
were ready to justify, and further, whereas his Majesty was so sotted in self-conceit that<br />
he held his will as a law, and made a metamorphosis of a monarchy into a flat<br />
government of tyranny, they were come to persuade his Highness from such folly,<br />
wherein if he resolved to persist, they were determined not only to deprive him of his<br />
crown and kingdom, but before his face to celebrate the coronation of Selides.<br />
Vadislaus, hearing this peremptory resolution of his lords, was nothing dismayed, but<br />
with a countenance overshadowed with disdain, told them he feared not their braves:<br />
For, quoth he, the treacherous attempt of a subject cannot dismay the princely courage of<br />
a king. When the slaves of Scythia rebelled against their lords, they were not subdued<br />
with weapons, but with whips. Cyrus punished traitors, not with the axe to infer death,<br />
but with a fool’s coat to procure perpetual shame. Therefore, my Lords, I charge you<br />
upon your allegiance, take hold of that outlaw Selides, put him in prison till he hear<br />
farther of my pleasure, and for your own parts, submit yourselves and crave pardon.<br />
The noblemen played like the deaf adder that heareth not the sorcerer’s charm, neither<br />
could they be dissuaded from their intent by the threats of a king, but following their<br />
purpose, presently deposed him of all regal dignity and celebrated the coronation of<br />
Selides, who seated in the regal throne had no sooner the sceptre in his hand but envy<br />
began to grow in his heart, and revenge haled him on to seal up his comical success with<br />
tragical sorrow, for he commanded Vadislaus to be pulled out of his robes and put into<br />
rags; instead of a crown, to give him a scrip; for a sceptre, a palmer’ staff, making general<br />
proclamation that none of what degree soever should allow him any maintenance, but that<br />
his inheritance should be the wide fields, and his revenues naught else but charity.<br />
Vadislaus, thus at one time deposed and metamorphosed from a king to a beggar, was<br />
now disdained of those whom before he did scorn, and laughed at by such as before he<br />
did envy. The nobility shaked him off as a refuse, the commons used him as a bad<br />
companion; both jointly forgat that he had been their king, and smoothly smiled at his<br />
misfortune. Vadislaus, as a man in a <strong>tran</strong>ce, being passed a little from his palace, seeing<br />
the place which whilom was the subject of pleasure now the object of discontent, that<br />
where he did command as a king, he was controlled as an abject, he fell into these<br />
distressed passions:<br />
Is youth, the wealth of nature, to be wracked with every flaw? Is honour, the privilege of<br />
nobility, subject to every fall? Hath majesty, that makes us fellow-partners with the gods<br />
in dignity, no warrant to grant a sympathy of their deities that, as we are equal in<br />
highness, so we may be immortal in happiness?<br />
Why dost thou enter, Vadislaus, into such frivolous questions, when thy present<br />
misfortune tells thee kings are but men, and therefore the very subjects of fortune? Ah,<br />
unhappy man, hadst thou confessed as much as proof sets thee down for a principle, the<br />
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