Rowley, William · published 1638 · first performed or written 1608 [1607-1609] (Annals) romance · Prince Charles's Men (first) · Red Bull unassigned nearest T10 England and France: war, embassy and pea · 527 words
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Renowned Crispianus, royal thanks shall to our brother Maximinus fly, for sending such a Soldier. Kneel down, and rise a Britain Knight; Hence forth bear Arms and Shield; Thou hast won thy honour truly in the field. Besides our gift, the ransom of this King I freely give; and that thy same may sing a lofty note, Back to thy Country lead these Britain Soldiers, Over whom I make thee head; and to the Emperor Maximinus thou shalt bear such Letters from ourself, As he shall rear and swell thine honours, And when we in France have laid These Whirlwinds that now shake the State, we'll cross the seas to Britain after thee. The gods with Garlands crown thy victory. What ransom you set down I'll truly pay, And draw my forces back to Germany, There to confine ourselves; the Vandals knee Now humbly bows to th' Roman Empery. And that obedience Roderick we'll embrace. Lead Crispianus to receive the Ransom: Vandal and Goths; nay, Rome herself shall swear, She never met so brave a Shoemaker. Be comforted my dear Leodice. How can I want sweet comfort, having thee? alack, that Pleasure stolen, being back returned, should taste so sour: It seems a shallow Ford, when first 'tis tried; But when the depth we found, It is a gulf of raging whirlpools found. I know it Princely Love, and fear the event; Love in the paths of danger ever went: The morning flames of our desires burn bright, And shall do still in scorn of fortune's spite, If you but feed the fire. O me! 'tis this I fear, The burden in my womb our deaths do bear. Why shouldst thou fear the knot our hearts hath tide? Had heaven's strength to it; and heaven will sure provide For those whose names and faiths are written there. What veil can now be drawn to hide our cares, Or keep this secret from our Father's ears. Of our stolen marriage? Stay, let's devise. It must be a thick cloud darkens the Sun: This day my Father sits to cast death's doom Upon the Christians: and that doom I know The fruit this Land brings next, must be my woe. I prithee peace, the clock of misery goes always Too true: yet let me see it now. Dearest I will. Do this then; if the Emperor call for thee, Be sick and keep thy chamber, Until I get some place for thy delivery. Swear to me one thing first. whatever thou desirest. Then as thou art Princely bred, I charge thee swear, That as above the world I hold thee dear, Thou wilt not leave me, whatsoever Thunder My Father throws at thee: king's frowns can be but death: From thee I'll never part unto my latest breath. By all the truths that man ere swore by, No force of strength shall part us. Peace, no more, I'll ask thee pardon for this base Mistrust: kiss thy gentle cheek, loving and mild: I know thou canst not leave thy wife and child. O me, I shall forget my present safety: Dear heart stand by. Nurse, Who's within there? Nurse.
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Renowned Crispianus, royall thankes shall to our brother Maximinus flye, for sending such a Souldier. Kneele downe, and rise a Brittaine Knight; Hence forth beare Armes and Shield; Thou hast won thy honour truely in the field. Besides our gift, the ransome of this King I freely give; and that thy same may sing a lofty note, Backe to thy Countrey lead these Brittaine Souldiers, Over whom I make thee head; and to the Emperour Maximinus thou shalt beare such Letters from our selfe, As he shall reare and swell thine honours, And when we in France have laid These Whirle-windes that now shake the State, Weele crosse the seas to Brittaine after thee. The gods with Garlands crowne thy victory. What ransome you set downe Ile truely pay, And drow my forces backe to Germany, There to confine our selves; the Vandals knee Now humbly bowes to th' Roman Emperie. And that obedience Roderick weele imbrace. Lead Crispianus to receive the Ransome: Vandall and Goths; nay, Rome her selfe shall sweare, She never met so brave a Shooe-maker. Be comforted my deare Leodice. How can I want sweete comfort, having thee? alack, that Pleasure stolne, being backe returnd, should taste so sower: It seemes a shallow Ford, when first 'tis tride; But when the depth we found, It is a gulfe of raging whirle-pooles found. I know it Princely Love, and feare the event; Love in the paths of danger ever went: The morning flames of our desires burne bright, And shall doe still in scorne of fortunes spight, If you but feede the fire. O me! 'tis this I feare, The burthen in my wombe our deaths doe beare. Why shouldst thou feare the knot our hearts hath tide? Had heavens strength to it; and heaven will sure provide For thos whose names and faiths are written there. What vaile can now be drawne to hide our cares, Or keepe this secret from our Fathers eares. Of our stolne marriage? Stay, lets devise. It must be a thicke cloud darkens the Sunne: This day my Father sits to cast deaths doome Upon the Christians: and that doome I know The fruit this Land brings next, must be my woe. I prethee peace, the clocke of misery goes alwaies Too true: yet let me f it now. Dearest I will. Doe this then; if the Emperour call for thee, Besicke and keepe thy chamber, Untill I get some place for thy delivery. Sweare to me one thing first. What ever thou desirest. Then as thou art Princely bred, I charge thee sweare, That as above the world I hold thee deare, Thou wilt not leave me, whatsoever Thunder My Father throwes at thee: Kings frownes can be but death: From thee Ile never part unto my latest breath. By all the truths that man ere swore by, No force of strength shall part us. Peace, no more, Ile aske thee pardon for this base Mistrust: kisse thy gentle cheeke, loving and mild: I know thou canst not leave thy wife and child. O me, I shall forget my present safety: Deare heart stand by. Nurse, Who's within there? Nurse.