Rowley, William · published 1638 · first performed or written 1608 [1607-1609] (Annals) romance · Prince Charles's Men (first) · Red Bull unassigned nearest T5 Christian faith, sin and salvation · 504 words
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I am your poor Disciple, my tutor Mr. but friend I call you by No other name, although I derogate from your Princely Office Cause I will follow you, if not proceed, ever through the Jaws of persecution; I will not trust your person to the danger: Let this help your haste, although Prince of Wales, yet in the Course you take you may chance need This drudging god of fools to help you speed. He take your love for what I shall not need I shall bestow where There is need enough, with this memorial I leave you Sir. Where but this Emblem of a Christian, not as a thing material To wail you, but for the strengthning of your memory, you shall At sight of this still keep in mind, all those instructions I have Read to you; and virtuous Lord, what in your power and greatness You may afford unto distressed Christians: be free in Charity. Let me approve without a boast, the action of my love; this in the Open face of tyranny, I'll daring wear: and in approbation of Such an Altar, Sacrifice my blood: but sweet friend hear of me, Behold it not: I would not have you lost. You shall prevail. Put me in your prayers, that mercies white hand may cross The debt book wherein I stand above my height in gore, this Hand hath done an act of bloody persecution. Trouble not your bosom, your end shall crown The bad that's past, with a more full renown. Where is Lord Albon? Here Maximinus. What, thy Sword sleeping in thy scabbard Knight? thou art Too gentle in thy Stewardship, these Hydra headed Christians More increase thy persecution; speak Prince of Knights, for Such an honour we bestowed on thee: why art not wading in a Stream of blood? true Romans use to swim in such a flood. But I am an English man. Yet substitute to Rome. Not. Is this Albon? Not persecuting, but Christian Albon. See great Emperor, in your face he wears, the daring Badge of Christianity. Yes Emperor, read in this book, if by this abstract Thou canst understand, the Volume is within. 'Tis as we suspect, that painful Schoolmaster Am. is here, Make swift and careful search through Virulome, Lop him and the head is perished. You'll search too late. Where is he traitor? Gone, I have conveyed him hence. Why didst thou not fly for thine own safety? No, I have deserved to feel a tyrant's sword, because my sword Was glazed in tyranny; I am in debt for blood, make thou it even, Tyrants and fiends are officers to heaven. Hale him to the Temple, or force him kneel unto our Roman god, or kill the heretic. Kill me first, or I shall spurn thine Idol. If he recant not, torture, no mercy show. A recreant friend worse than an open foe. I am blessed in curses, now Albon shall be tried, Man is gold oar, when he is purified
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I am your poore Disciple, my tutor Mr. but friend I call you by No other name, altho I derogate from your Princely Office Cause I will follow you, if not proceede, ever through the Jawes of persecution; I will not trust your person to the danger: Let this helpe your haste, although Prince of Wales, yet in the Course you take you may chance need This drudging god of fooles to helpe you speed. He take your love for what I shall not need I shall bestow where There is need enough, with this memoriall I leave you Sir. but this Embleme of a Christian, not as a thing materiall waile you, but for the strengthning of your memory, you shall At sight of this still keepe in mind, all those instructions I have Read to you; and verueous Lord, what in your power and greatnesse You may afford unto distressed Christians: be free in Charity. Let me approve without a boast, the action of my love; this in the Open face of tyranny, Ile daring weare: and in approbation of Such an Alter, Sacrifice my bloud: but sweet friend heare of me, Behold it not: I wo'd not have you lost. You shall prevaile. Put me in your praiers, that mercies white hand may crosse The debt booke wherein I stand above my height in goare, this Hand hath done an act of bloody persecution. Trouble not your bosome, your end shall crowne The bad that's past, with a more full renowne. Where is Lord Albon? Heere Maxeminus. What, thy Sword sleeping in thy scabberd Knight? thou ar Too gentle in thy Stewardship, these Hidra headed Christians More increase thy persecution; speake Prince of Knights, for Such an honour we bestow'd on thee: why art not wading in a Sreame of blood? true Romans use to swim in such a floud. But I am an English man. Yet substitute to Rome. Not. Is this Albon? Not persecuting, but Christian Albon. See great Emperour, in your face he weares, the daring Badge of Christianity. Yes Emperour, reade in this booke, if by this abstract Thou canst understand, the Volume is within. 'Tis as we suspect, that painefull Schoole-master Am. is heer, Make swift and carefull search through Virulome, Lop him and the head is perisht. You'le search too late. Where is he traytor? Gone, I have convaide him hence. Why didst thou not fly for thine owne safety? No, I have deserv'd to feele a Tyrants sword, because my sword Was glaz'd in tyrany; I am in debt for bloud, make thou it even, Tyrants and fiends are officers to heaven. Hale him to the Temple, or force him kneele unto our Roman god, or kill the henticke. Kill me first, or I shall spurne thine Idoll. If he recant not, torture, no mercy show. A recreant friend worse than an open foe. I am blest in curses, now Albon shall be tride, Man is gold oare, when he is purifi'd