Goffe, Thomas · published 1633 · first performed or written 1617 [c.1613-c.1618] (Annals) tragedy · at University unassigned nearest T38 Death, parting and grief at court · 484 words
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In troth my Queen, and my old Lord have moved Well, since your loves are both so strongly tide, And friendship like an old acquaintance sends To her friend, justice, that she should be mild, And looks with eyes of mercy, on your fault, Considering our immunity proclaimed, And such petitioners as you both have got, Death in our sentence now shall have no part, Whilst who should have done worst confession strives, Too much confession thus saves two men's lives: But now we must demand what you made here, What business or condition you profess. Great King, our duty owes to thee our lives, And were we men that strived to set a cloud Before these gifts, Art hath instructed us: Or we have purchased at a most dear rate, Of cost and labour, yet thy clemency Commands us to lay open all to thee, Yet for myself I rather count my state, Blessed that I lighted on this happy man, Whose accurate and watchful indagation, Hath taught him for to heal the wounds of Nature, By his exceeding skill in wholesome herbs, One that when I did think my thread of life Had been quite cut, did tie it up again, And make it last: recalled my youthful days, And made me Aeson-like become thus young, For which great practises I did owe my life, And thence proceeded our late pious strife. Nay then I'm glad our mercy did extend On men whom such rare virtues do commend; Or love shall then grow greater, and our court Shall entertain you, and't may chance we will, My queen and I make trial of your skill. My gracious sovereign, words must not have wings To pass and outfly the bounds of truth, Only to win the elixir of opinion; But for my friend doth here profess so much, And for my life do stand so deeply bound, That all my Art can ne'er make recompense, Please but your grace's self and your dear queen, Appoint the secrets of the safest room, To let me show myself to none but you; Though Nature dried up with too much time, Deny to spring in fruit from forth your loins, Or any other strange impediment, Or Art preserves from sickness ruining, And 'twill be blessed to show it to a King. Ha, prithee let me speak with thee apart. Thou strik'st on tunes now, make me glad to hear, We will commit our secrecy to thee, Canst water barren wombs with such a dew, Shall make'em flourish and wax green with fruit? Although we cannot altogether blame, That Nature hath been too unkind to us, Yet we would plant each corner of our Realm, With springing branches of our royal self, To compass in ourselves, and we stand in the midst: Kings in their children do great blessing find, And great men love to propagate their kind.
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In troth my Queen, and my old Lord haue mou'd Well, since your loues are both so strongly tide, And friendship like an old acquaintance sends To her friend, Iustice, that she should be milde, And looks with eyes of mercy, on your fault, Considering our immunity proclaim'd, And such petitioners as you both haue got, Death in our sentence now shall haue no part, Whilst who should haue done worst confession striues, Too much confession thus saues two mens liues: But now we must demand what you made here, What busines or condition you professe. Great King, our duty owes to thee our liues, And were we men that striu'd to set a cloud Before these gifts, Art hath instructed vs: Or we haue purchac't at a most deare rate, Of cost and labour, yet thy clemency Commands vs to lay open all to thee, Yet for my selfe I rather count my state, Blest that I lighted on this happy man, Whose accurate and watchfull indagation, Hath taught him for to heale the wounds of Nature, By his exceeding skill in wholesome hearbs, One that when I did thinke my thred of life Had beene quite cut, did tie it vp againe, And make it last: recald my youthfull dayes, And made me Aeson-like becom thus yong, For which great practises I did owe my life, And thence proceeded our late pious strife. Nay then I'me glad our mercy did extend On men whom such rare vertues doe commend; Or loue shall then grow greater, and our court Shall entertaine you, and't may chance we will, My queene and I make triall of your skill. My gracious soueraigne, words must not haue wings▪ To passe and out-flye the bounds of truth, Onely to win the Elixar of opinion; But for my friend doth here professe so much, And for my life doe stand so deeply bound, That all my Art can ne're make recompence, Please but your graces selfe and your deare queen, Appoint the secrets of the safest roome, To let me shew my selfe to none but you; Though Nature dried vp with too much time, Deny to spring in fruite from forth your loynes, Or any other strange impediment, Or Art preserues from sicknesse ruining, And 'twill be blest to shew it to a King. Ha, prethee let me speake with thee apart. Thou strik'st on tunes now, make me glad to heare, We will commit our secresie to thee, Cans't water barren wombs with such a dew, Shall make'em florish and wax green with fruit? Although we cannot altogether blame, That Nature hath been too vnkind to vs, Yet we would plant each corner of our Realme, With springing branches of our royall selfe, To compasse in our selues, and we stand in the midst: Kings in their children doe great blessing finde, And great men loue to propagate their kind.