Rowley, William · published 1638 · first performed or written 1608 [1607-1609] (Annals) romance · Prince Charles's Men (first) · Red Bull unassigned nearest T4 Love-longing and the lover's complaint · 505 words
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Merciful Tyrant set me on death's wings, That I may bear a part where my love sings Eternal Hymns of joy; blessed love I come, as soon As I can set forth out of this house of earth and clay: When shall this stroke be given, That I may mount and meet my love in heaven? Flay him alive: Yet stay, because you are so love-sick, we'll give You a drink to cure it: Pour into a Cup His sweetheart's blood, and give it us. 'Tis precious Wine, holy, and good. And you shall quaff your fill: So, put in Poison, spice it well; There drink thy last, and sink with her to hell. Oh let me kiss this heavenly cup of all my happiness: Dear Love to thy blessed souls eternal goodness, I drink this health, filled to th' brim: Two hearts did never so in one stream swim, As thine and mine shall now; and though thy blood Be poisoned, this our loves keeps firm and good. My Country men and fellow Shoemakers, As of my best of friends I take my leave: We many times together have drunk healths, But none like this: yet I'll begin to you all; But here you shall not pledge me. Yes, and 'twere Aquavitae we would pledge thee. The love which I so found in you, Even in my latest hour, I'll not forget, But to you all begin my lasting love, Never did fair society of men more please me: you are a trade Of fellowships best mixture, nobly made. We are Shoemakers, and so. My being amongst you, thus shall you prefer, To say a Prince was once a Shoemaker. For which you now shall raise your skill aloft, And be called gentlemen of the Gentle craft. Oh noble Sir, Hugh. Could I give Indian Mines, they all were yours; But I have nought to give, nor ought to take, But this my farewell; therefore for my sake, When Death has seized my flesh, Take you my bones, which I bequeath Amongst you to be buried. Take no care for thy winding sheet, sweet Hugh, for never was gentleman of the Gentle craft so buried as thou shouldst be, if thou hadst drunk thy last. Now trouble me no more: Upon this stage of death I set my foot to all farewell, Angels shall clap their wings to ring my knell, And bid me welcome to the land of rest, Where my immortal love lives ever blessed: A health dear soul I'll drink to thee: so, so, How soon he fades, that now so fresh did grow! Fly up my soul to heaven, my sins sink to the earth; Thus do I seal my holy Christian faith. O noble Sir Hugh, oh lamentable Hearing. Convey that other body hence, and give it burial as befits her state: for this, bestow It on these shoemakers, as he bequeathed it. No Shoemakers now Sir, but the gentle Craft Shall see it buried in state and pomp.
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Mercifull Tyrant set me on deaths wings, That I may beare a part where my love sings Eternall Hymnes of joy; blest love I come, as soone As I can set forth out of this house of earth and clay: When shall this stroake be given, That I may mount and meete my love in heaven? Flea him alive: Yet stay, because you are so love-sicke, wee'le give You a drinke to cure it: Powre into a Cup His sweete-hearts blood, and give it us. 'Tis precious Wine, holy, and good. And you shall quaffe your fill: So, put in Poyson, spice it well; There drinke thy last, and sinke with her to hell. Oh let me kisse this heavenly cup of all my happinesse: Deare Love to thy blest soules eternall goodnesse, I drinke this health, fild to th' brimme: Two hearts did never so in one streame swimme, As thine and mine shall now; and though thy blood Be poysond, this our loves keepes firme and good. My Countrey men and fellow Shoo-makers, As of my best of friends I take my leave: We many times together have drunke healths, But none like this: yet Ile beginne to you all; But here you shall not pledge me. Yes, and 'twere Aquavitae we would pledge thee. The love which I so found in you, Even in my latest houre, Ile not forget, But to you all beginne my lasting love, Never did faire society of men more please me: you are a trade Of fellowships best mixture, nobly made. We are Shooe-makers, and so. My being amongst you, thus shall you preferre, To say a Prince was once a Shooe-maker. For which you now shall raise your skill aloft, And be cal'd gentlemen of the Gentle craft. Oh noble Sir, Hugh. Could I give Indian Mines, they all were yours; But I have nought to give, nor ought to take, But this my farewell; therefore for my sake, When Death has seiz'd my flesh, Take you my bones, which I bequeath Amongst you to be buried. Take no care for thy winding sheete, sweete Hugh, for never was gentleman of the Gentle craft so buryed as thou shouldst bee, if thou hadst drunke thy last. Now trouble me no more: Upon this stage of death I set my foote to all farewell, Angels shall clap their wings to ring my knell, And bid me welcome to the land of rest, Where my immortall love lives ever blest: A health deare soule Ile drinke to thee: so, so, Hw soone he fades, that now so fresh did grow! Flye up my soule to heaven, my sins sinke to the earth; Thus doe I sle my holy Christian faith. O noble Sir Hugh, oh lamentable Hearing. Conveigh that other body hence, and give it uriall as befits her state: for this, bestow It on these shooemakers, as he bequeath'd it. No Shooemakers now Sir, but the gentle Craft Shall see it buried in state and pompe.