deracinate

My duty to you both , on equal love ,
Great kings of France and England . That I have
labored
With all my wits , my pains , and strong endeavors
To bring your most imperial Majesties
Unto this bar and royal interview ,
Your Mightiness on both parts best can witness .
Since , then , my office hath so far prevailed
That face to face and royal eye to eye
You have congreeted , let it not disgrace me
If I demand before this royal view
What rub or what impediment there is
Why that the naked , poor , and mangled peace ,
Dear nurse of arts , plenties , and joyful births ,
Should not in this best garden of the world ,
Our fertile France , put up her lovely visage ?
Alas , she hath from France too long been chased ,
And all her husbandry doth lie on heaps ,
Corrupting in its own fertility .
Her vine , the merry cheerer of the heart ,
Unprunèd , dies . Her hedges , even-pleached ,
Like prisoners wildly overgrown with hair ,
Put forth disordered twigs . Her fallow leas
The darnel , hemlock , and rank fumitory
Doth root upon , while that the coulter rusts
That should deracinate such savagery .
The even mead , that erst brought sweetly forth
The freckled cowslip , burnet , and green clover ,
Wanting the scythe , withal uncorrected , rank ,
Conceives by idleness , and nothing teems
But hateful docks , rough thistles , kecksies , burrs ,
Losing both beauty and utility .
And all our vineyards , fallows , meads , and hedges ,
Defective in their natures , grow to wildness .
Even so our houses and ourselves and children
Have lost , or do not learn for want of time ,
The sciences that should become our country ,
But grow like savages , as soldiers will
That nothing do but meditate on blood ,
To swearing and stern looks , diffused attire ,
And everything that seems unnatural .
Which to reduce into our former favor
You are assembled , and my speech entreats
That I may know the let why gentle peace
Should not expel these inconveniences
And bless us with her former qualities .

Troy , yet upon his basis , had been down ,
And the great Hector’s sword had lacked a master
But for these instances :
The specialty of rule hath been neglected ,
And look how many Grecian tents do stand
Hollow upon this plain , so many hollow factions .
When that the general is not like the hive
To whom the foragers shall all repair ,
What honey is expected ? Degree being vizarded ,
Th’ unworthiest shows as fairly in the mask .
The heavens themselves , the planets , and this center
Observe degree , priority , and place ,
Insisture , course , proportion , season , form ,
Office , and custom , in all line of order .
And therefore is the glorious planet Sol
In noble eminence enthroned and sphered
Amidst the other , whose med’cinable eye
Corrects the influence of evil planets ,
And posts , like the commandment of a king ,
Sans check , to good and bad . But when the planets
In evil mixture to disorder wander ,
What plagues and what portents , what mutiny ,
What raging of the sea , shaking of Earth earth ,
Commotion in the winds , frights , changes , horrors
Divert and crack , rend and deracinate
The unity and married calm of states
Quite from their fixture ! O , when degree is shaked ,
Which is the ladder of all high designs ,
The enterprise is sick . How could communities ,
Degrees in schools and brotherhoods in cities ,
Peaceful commerce from dividable shores ,
The primogeneity and due of birth ,
Prerogative of age , crowns , scepters , laurels ,
But by degree stand in authentic place ?
Take but degree away , untune that string ,
And hark what discord follows . Each thing meets
In mere oppugnancy . The bounded waters
Should lift their bosoms higher than the shores
And make a sop of all this solid globe ;
Strength should be lord of imbecility ,
And the rude son should strike his father dead ;
Force should be right , or , rather , right and wrong ,
Between whose endless jar justice resides ,
Should lose their names , and so should justice too .
Then everything includes itself in power ,
Power into will , will into appetite ,
And appetite , an universal wolf ,
So doubly seconded with will and power ,
Must make perforce an universal prey
And last eat up himself . Great Agamemnon ,
This chaos , when degree is suffocate ,
Follows the choking .
And this neglection of degree it is
That by a pace goes backward , with a purpose
It hath to climb . The General’s disdained
By him one step below , he by the next ,
That next by him beneath ; so every step ,
Exampled by the first pace that is sick
Of his superior , grows to an envious fever
Of pale and bloodless emulation .
And ’tis this fever that keeps Troy on foot ,
Not her own sinews . To end a tale of length ,
Troy in our weakness stands , not in her strength .