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 · 518 words
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And yours? 'Slife he has lain with her, she's his Whore; attach the Villain, Tortures shall force his baseness to confess it. Most Royal Sovereign, Suffer not wrath to kindle in your bosom, His baseness and mine run even in one stream: It is my brother, Princes by birth, the King of Britain's sons; Our names Eldred and Offa; for these names Of Crispin and Crispianus we but borrowed To keep our lives in safety. Can this be true? Father it is, and this long since I knew, Loved, and then married, a twelvemonth since: This token, could it speak, would tell you all. Whom Heaven would save from danger, ne'er can fall. My blessing compass both: Nurse, what say you to this? Nay, I was asleep when 'twas done i'faith. she winked a purpose. The Queen my Lord. Most welcome, and most wished for, Royal Princess, your fetters off, Imprisonment we here take off, Go, embrace your sons. O my dear sons! With them receive your Daughter To your love: Wonders hath fall'n Since you have a Prisoner been; You, and your Sons, and we are grown a kin. Fame spread abroad the wonder, And the fame of our dread Lords the Emperors, which in stead of death Hath given an happy passage to our lives. But Royal Sir, should I forget this shoemaker, We break a bond, wherein we all stand bound: My sons of you hath loving parents' found. Faith Madam, I did the best I could for 'em: I have seen one married to the emperor's daughter. Would you had married me no worse. You all have done your best To make our comforts full: for which we'll pay Rewards to all, and crown this happy day. we have a boon my Lord the Emperor. What is't? That seeing these two Princes, Fellow servants with us, being of the Gentle Craft, May have one Holiday to ourselves. What Month would you have it kept in? The five and twentieth of October, That none of our Trade may go to bed sober. Take it: These lines of Fate thus in one circle met, If Dioclesian please shall here close up. In what circumference? Thus; 'tis more honour to make Kings, Than be such: then let these twain, Being English borne, be Britain Kings again. This in the North shall rule. This in the South: Brave Crispianus, to requite thy deed, Great Dioclesian's hand shall Crown thy head. To Crispin this: And this rich gift beside; The fair Leodice to be his Bride. I have an humble suit unto your Highness. What is't my Son? 'Tis this; A Church then, and a beauteous Monastery On Holmhurst-Hill, where Albon lost his head, Offa shall build; which I'll St. Albon's name, In honour of our first English martyr's fame. Build what Religious Monuments you please, Be true to Rome, none shall disturb your peace. Set forward Princes, Fortune's Wheel turns round; We Kingdoms lose, you the same hour sit Crowned. And thus about the World she spreads her wings, To ruin, of raise up the Thrones of Kings.
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And yours? 'Slife he has layne with her, Shee's his Whoore; attach the Villaine, Tortures shall force his basenesse to confesse it. Most Royall Soveraigne, Suffer not wrath to kindle in your bosome, His basenesse and mine runne even in one streame: It is my brother, Princes by birth, the King of Brittaines sonnes; Our names Eldred and Offa; for these names Of Crispine and Crispianus we but borrowed To keepe our lives in safety. Can this be true? Father it is, and this long since I knew, Lov'd, and then married, a twelve Moneth since: This token, could it speake, would tell you all. Whom Heaven would save from danger, ne're can fall. My blessing compasse both: Nurse, what say you to this? Nay, I was asleepe when 'twas done yfaith. Shee winkt a purpose. The Queene my Lord. Most welcome, and most wisht for, Royall Princesse, your fetters off, Imprisonment wee here take off, Goe, imbrace your sonnes. O my deare sonnes! With them receive your Daughter To your love: Wonders hath falne Since you have a Prisoner beene; You, and your Sonnes, and we are growne a kinne. Fame spread abroad the wonder, And the fame of our dread Lords the Emperours, which in stead of death Hath given an happy passage to our lives. But Royall Sir, should I forget this shooe-maker, We breake a bond, wherein we all stand bound: My sonnes of you hath loving Parents found. Faith Madam, I did the best I could for 'em: I have seene one married to the Emperours daughter. Wou'd you had marryed me no worse. You all have done your best To make our comforts full: for which wee'le pay Rewards to all, and crowne this happy day. Wee have a boone my Lord the Emperour. What is't? That seeing these two Princes, Fellow servants with us, being of the Gentle Craft, May have one Holy-day to our selves. What Month would you have it kept in? The five and twentieth of October, That none of our Trade may goe to bed sober. Take it: These lines of Fate thus in one circle met, If Dioclesian please shall here close up. In what circumference? Thus; 'tis more honour to make Kings, Than be such: then let these twaine, Being English borne, be Brittaine Kings againe. This in the North shall rule. This in the South: Brave Crispianus, to requite thy deed, Great Dioclesians hand shall Crowne thy head. To Crispine this: And this rich gift beside; The faire Leodice to be his Bride. I have an humble suit unto your Highnesse. What is't my Sonne? 'Tis this; A Church then, and a beauteous Monastery On Holmhurst-Hill, where Albon lost his head, Offa shall build; which Ile St. Albons name, In honour of our first English Martyrs fame. Build what Religious Monuments you please, Be true to Rome, none shall disturbe your peace. Set forward Princes, Fortunes Wheele turnes round; We Kingdomes lose, you the same houre sit Crownd. And thus about the World she spreads her wings, To ruine, of raise up the Thrones of Kings.