Whetstone, George · published 1578 · first performed or written 1578 [1576-1579] (Annals) comedy · Unacted unassigned nearest T53 The crown: kingship claimed, resigned an · 534 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T53: crown, king, state, life, lord, lords, live, queen, tullia, prince.
Bones of me, a man were better speak to great Lords chy see, Then to our proud, justlers of peace, that been in the country: He that is rich, as my dame saith, goes away with the Hare. This two year, they have hard my matter, & yet cham near the near. And at first dash, a good fat Lord, God in heaven save his life. faith, for nothing, teld the King of Mas Prostros, and my strife. O Leard, ych thought the King could not bide, on poor men to look, But God save his Grace, at first dash, my supplication he took: And you hard, how gently, he called me poor man, and willed me go, For my Passport, I ken not what, to good sir Vlrico. Well, chull go for't, and hope to be with Master Prostros to bring: But ere ych go, chul my Ballad, of good King Coruine sing. YOu Barons bold, and lusty Lads, Prepare to welcome, our good King: Whose coming so, his Subjects glads, As they for joy, the Bells do ring. They fryske, and skip, in every place, And happy he, can see his face. Who checks the rich, that wrong by might, And helps the poor, unto his right. The love that rigour gets through fear, With grace and mercy, he doth win: For which we pray thus, every where, Good Lord preserve, our King Coruin. His favour reigns, in every place: And happy he, can see his face. Come loitering knaves, speed about your business. Fetch me in, all idle vagabonds. Yes sir yes: Search Duck alley, Cock lane, and Sc●uldes corner, About your charge, let's see, how you can stir. Yes, I have wings in my heels to flee. Who gives two pence, a strange Monster to see. What Monster? A horned Beast, with wings upon his heels. Out drunken dreule? What? runs your heads a wheels? Be packing both, and that betimes you are best. We are gone Sir, we did but speak in jest. The King, I saith, hath set us all a work, To search odd holes, where idle varlets lurk. He so nipped, our Mayor for ill rule: As ever since, he hath been like to whule. And in a rage, the man is now so hot, As lewd persons, tag, and rag, goes to pot. But in chief, he storms, at fine Mistress Lamia. She drinks, for all, come she once in his way. And lest she scape, myself forsooth he wills, Worshipfully to fetch her, with forty bills. Well, I must go, and work our majors beast, No force, for once, she will never be honest. This savage life, were hard to brook, if hope no comfort gave: But I (whose life, from Tyrant's wrath, God's providence did save, Do take in worth this misery, as penance for my miss: Still fed with hope to change this state, when Gods good pleasure is. A hollow Cave for house, and bed, in worth Andrugio takes, Such sorry food, as fortune sends, he seldom now forsakes. I am myself forsooth, now Butcher, Cook, Cater and all: Yea, often times I fall to sleep, with none, or supper small.
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Bones of me, a mā were better ſpeak to great Lords chy ſée, Then to our proude, Iuſtlers of peace, that byn in the cuntry: He that is rytch, as my dame ſayth, goes away with the Hare. This two yéere, they haue hard my matter, & yet cham nere ye néere. And at firſt daſh, a good fatte Lorde, God in heauen ſaue his life. Fayth, for nothing, teld the King of Mas Prostros, and my ſtrife. O Leard, ych thought the King could not bide, on poore men to looke, But God ſaue his Grace, at fyrſt daſh, my Supplycation he tooke: And you hard, how gently, he calld mée poore man, and wild me goe, For my Paſport, I kenne not what, to good ſyr Vlrico. Well, chull goe fort, and hope to be with Maſter Prostros to bring: But ere ych goe, chul my Ballat, of good King Coruine ſing. YOu Barrons bolde, and luſtie Lads, Prepare to welcome, our good King: VVhoſe comming ſo, his Subiectes glads, As they for ioye, the Belles doo ryng. They fryske, and ſkippe, in euerie place, And happy he, can ſee his face. VVho checks the rytch, that wrong by might, And helpes the poore, vnto his right. ¶The loue that rygour gettes through feare, VVith grace and mercie, he doth wyn: For which we praye thus, euerie where, Good Lorde preſerue, our King Coruin. His fauour raignes, in euerie place: And happy he, can ſee his face. Come loytring knaues, ſpéede about your buſineſſe. Fetche mee in, all ydle vacaboundes. Yes ſyr yes: Searche Ducke alley, Cocke lane, and Sculdes corner, About your charge, lets ſee, howe you can ſturre. Yes, I haue winges in my heeles to flee. Who giues two pence, a ſtraunge Monſter to ſée. What Monſter? A horned Beaſt, with winges vpon his heeles. Out dronken dreule? What? runnes your heades a wheeles? Be packing bothe, and that betymes you are beſt. We are gone Syr, we dyd but ſpeake in ieaſt. The King, I ſayth, hath ſet vs all a worke, To ſearche odde holes, where ydle varlettes lurke. He ſo nypped, our Maior for yll rule: As euer ſince, he hath bene lyke to whule. And in a rage, the man is nowe ſo whotte, As lewde perſonnes, tagge, and ragge, goes to potte. But in chiefe, he ſtormes, at fine Miſtriſſe Lamia. She drinkes, for all, come ſhe once in his waye. And leaſt ſhe ſcape, my ſelfe forſooth he wylles, Worſhipfullie to fetche hir, with fortie Bylles. Well, I muſt goe, and worke our Maiors beaſt, No force, for once, ſhe wyll neuer be honeſt. This ſauage life, were hard to brooke, if hope no cōfort gaue: But I (whoſe life, frō Tyrants wrath, Gods prouidēce did ſaue, Do take in worth this miſery, as penaunce for my mys: Stil fed with hope to chaūge this ſtate, when Gods good pleaſure is. A hollow Caue for houſe, and bed, in worth Andrugio takes, Such ſorie foode, as fortune ſendes, he ſyldome nowe forſakes. I am my ſelfe forſoothe, nowe Butcher, Cooke, Cater and all: Yea, often tymes I fall to ſléepe, with none, or ſupper ſmall.