Rowley, William · published 1638 · first performed or written 1608 [1607-1609] (Annals) romance · Prince Charles's Men (first) · Red Bull unassigned nearest T14 Royal love, favour and dynastic relation · 495 words
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Your Names? Chrispianus mine. Mine Crispinus. Good names, good names, well boys on this condition I will entertain you, I need not doubt your truths, and Honesty, you have such fair and promising out sides: But I must have you bound for seven years, and than You are your own men, and a good trade to get your livings by. With all our hearts, And happy are we in your kind acceptance. You shall be mine, then give 'em entertainment Barnaby. New Aprons and Caps here, for a Couple of Gent. So on with your Breast plate, this Cap makes thee a graduate, You are come amongst Bacularious, bear-up your heads boys, we'll teach ye to bristle, wax better and better, last to The 12, then set foot in the stirrup and have at all. Show them their tools, and give them entrance Barnaby Sir, I have not been used to this hard travel, If you dare mitigate your Master's Cruelty, And let me rest a little, i'll thank you for it. 'tis not in our Commission, but I'll dispense a little. Who is this I pray sir? The Queen going to Prison, to Rochester Castle, Do you not know her? Alack, alack. My eyes are not deceived, they are my Children. 'tis our Mother Offa, take heed our tears do not discover. Pray heaven they do not, I fear my eyes will be kind traitors. Dare ye be so kind, to afford a distressed woman a stool? I dare do that Madam, Crispinus, reach a stool. On thy knee Child, why dost thou kneel to me? 'tis my duty Madam, misery hath not changed your name, Though bated of your power, you are my Queen still. Heaven bless thee for't, I have stolen thee a blessing. Wouldst thou add something too? I would be as Dutiful as my Brother, Madam. Is he thy Brother, blessing on you both: This was a happiness beyond my hope, that I should once more Bless My Children really, keep in thou woman's frailty, Grief Chain my Tongue, lest thou betray the utmost Of my hopes, my tears may find excuse. Why weeps those boys? Alas Sir, 'tis oft times the barren fruits of subjects' Loves, when they behold their Prince; but much more Will the Flux of sorrow sir abound, when they behold Them thrown to misery. You're very kind Kind boys they are, indeed they shall fare ne'er the worse, I could e'en weep myself, to see my boys so kind hearted. Madam, you do but trouble 'em, and win some drops From them, that they would spare if you were absent. 'tis your trouble sir, they could be content with this kind Expense, a longer sojourn, but you instruct me well: Farewell, I can but thank ye, that's all I have To give for your kind youths— what will my tongue do, Pray use them well, so much the more cause They were kind to me.
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Your Names? Chrispianus mine. Mine Crispinus. Good names, good names, well boyes on this condition I will entertaine you, I neede not doubt your truths, and Honesty, you have such faire and promising out sides: But I must have you bound for seaven yeares, and then You are your owne men, and a good trade to get your livings by. Withall our hearts, And happy are we in your kind acceptance. You shall be mine, then give 'em entertainment Barnaby. New Aprons and Capps here, for a Couple of Gent. So on with your Breast plate, this Cap makes thee a graduate, You are come amongst Bacularious, beare-up your heads boyes, Weele teach yee to bristle, wax better and better, last to The 12, then set foot in the stirop and have at all. Shew them their tooles, and give them entrance Barnaby Sir, I have not beene us'd to this hard travell, If you dare mittigate your Masters Cruelty, And let me rest a little, ile thanke you for it. Tis not in our Commission, but Ile dispence a little. Who is this I pray sir? The Queene going to Prison, to Rochester Castle, Doe you not know her? Alacke, alacke. My eyes are not deceaved, they are my Children. Tis our Mother Offa, take heed our teares do not discover. Pray heaven they do not, I fear my eyes wil be kind traitors. Dare ye be so kind, to afford a distressed woman a stoole? I dare doe that Madam, Crispinus, reach a stoole. On thy knee Child, why dost thou kneele to me? Tis my duty Madam, misery hath not chang'd your name, Tho bated of your power, you are my Queene still. Heaven blesse thee for't, I have stolne thee a blessing. Wouldst thou adde something too? I would bee as Dutifull as my Brother, Madam. Is he thy Brother, blessing on you both: This was a happinesse beyond my hope, that I should once more Blesse My Children really, keepe in thou womans frailty, Griefe Chayne my Tongue, least thou betray the utmost Of my hopes, my teares may find excuse. Why weepes those boyes? Alas Sir, 'tis oft times the barren fruits of subjects Loves, when they behold their Prince; but much more Will the Flux of sorrow sir abound, when they behold Them throwne to misery. You're very kind Kind boyes they are, indeed they shall fare neare the worse, I could e'ne weepe my selfe, to see my boyes so kind hearted. Madam, you doe but trouble 'em, and win some drops From them, that they would spare if you were absent. Tis your trouble sir, they could be content with this kind Expence, a longer sojourne, but you instruct me well: Farewell, I can but thanke yee, that's all I have To give for your kind youths — what will my tongue doe, Pray use them well, so much the more cause They were kind to mee.