The Entertainment in Suffolk and Norfolk (Royal Entry of Queen Elizabeth into Norwich) · chunk 8 of 13
Churchyard, Thomas · published 1578 · first performed or written 1578 [Aug] (Annals) entertainment; royal entertainment or entry · before the Court unassigned nearest T38 Death, parting and grief at court · 535 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T38: queen, king, death, dead, heart, life, die, lord, royal, news.
MOst royal Prince, speed on thy comely pace, Make haste in time, to do thy subjects good, Go run with me, to stay this heavy case, Take pains good Queen, to gain the guiltless blood. In one man's life, save lives of many more, Save him in whom, the state of others stays, For I poor wretch, God knows am minded so, With him to live, with him to end my days. Who now in force, of tyrant's hands doth lie, And vainly strives, to scape his helpless fate, Who seeth his death, and doleful date so nigh, Go haste to help, and yet perhaps too late. YEt were I best, to kill this peevish Boy, Whom now she makes, her chief and sole delight, In whom she finds, such pleasure and such joy, That causeless I, am clean defaced quite. Such gaudies gay, are in his peacock's face, And skin smooth up, with show of idle hue, That I do lodge, and languish in disgrace, Though she of me, hath proof of promise true. Well, make thy choice, and see what likes thee best, View he ere the death, of this thy darling now, Or yield thy love, to fancy my request, Whose manly force, shall win the conquest throw. nought shalt thou win, by that which I shall lose, Thou getst no gains, though I be thus bereft, And though that I, between two mischiefs goes, Where naught but bale, and wretched woe is les ▪ Yet thy reward, which dost assault my friend, (In whose delight, my heart was fed long while) Shall be disdain, and hatred in the end, A guerdon fit, for such a Tyrant vile. THis wretch is he, by whom I am annoyed, He hath thy heart, though I deserve the same, If wisely then, I do my harms avoid, Why stay I sword, I can not purchase blame, By cutting off, the cause of my distress, When he is gone, my let shall be the less. HOw canst thou say, thou dost deserve my heart, Which kill'st my heart, and causest all my woe, SInce that thou takest, my dealing in such part, I will delight, to wreak my wrath on foe. In grieving thee, most glad to hear me groan, And art most pleased, when Manhood makes his moan. O Gracious Prince, to thee my moan I make, And prostrate fall, O Prince before thy foot, With wonted grace, on me some pity take, O salve my sore, let sorrow find some boot. I swelled in sighs, and sure shall die to see My friend dispatched, and murdered in this wise, O bid the wretch, come thrust his sword in me, For from my love, the cause of grief doth rise. I made the fault, then punish me therefore, Shall silly Lamb, be led to slaughter thus? Do either help, with death my endless sore, Or with remorse, and ruth the case discuss, If he do die, by Mighty Jove I swear I will not live, if sword or knife be found, With scratched face, with rent I know at first, my corpse will And then adieu, my spirit shall steal away O Queene, in hast,
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MOst royall Prince, speede on thy comely pace, Make hast in time, to do thy subiects good, Go rnne with me, to stay this heauie cace, Take pynes good Queene, to gayne the giltlesse bloud. In one mans life, saue liues of many moe, Saue him in whome, the state of others stayes, For I poore wretch, God knowes am minded so, VVith him to liue, with him to end my dayes. VVho now in force, of Tyrants hands doth lye, And vaynely striues, to scape his helplesse fate, VVho seeth his death, and dolefull date so nigh, Go hast to help, and yet perhaps too late. YEt were I best, to kill this peeuish Boy, VVhome now she makes, hir chiefe and sole delight, In whome she finds, such pleasure and such ioy, That causelesse I, am cleane defaced quite. Such gaudyes gay, are in his Peacocks face, And skinne smooth vp, with shew of ydle hue, That I do lodge, and languish in disgrace, Though she of me, hath proofe of promise true. VVell, make thy choyce▪ and see what likes thee best, View he ere the death, of this thy darling now, Or yeeld thy loue, to fancie my request, VVhose manly force, shall winne the conquest throw. NAught shalt thou winne, by that which I shall lose, Thou gest no gaynes, though I be thus bereft, And though that I, betweene two mischiefes goes, VVhere naught but bale, and wretched woe is les ▪ Yet thy reward, which doest assault my friend, (In whose delight, my heart was fedde long whyl) Shall be disdeyne, and hatered in the ende, A guerdo itte, for such a Tyrant vile. THis wretch is he, by whome I am annoyde, He hath thy heart, though I deserue the same, If wisely then, I do my harmes auoyde, VVhy stey I sword, I can not purchase blame, By cutting off, the cause of my distresse, VVhen he is gone, my lette shall be the lesse. HOw canst thou say, thou doest dezerue my heart, VVhich kilst my heart, and causest all my woe, SInce that thou takest, my dealing in such part, I will delight, to wreake my wrath on oe. In greeuing thee, most glad to heare me grone, And art most pleasd, when Manhode makes his moan. O Gracious Prince, to thee my mone I make, And prostrate fall, O Prince before thy foote, VVith wonted grace, on me some pitie take, O salue my sore, let sorrow find some boote. I swelt in sighes, and sure shall dye to see My friend dispatcht, and murthred in this wise, O bid the wretch, come thrust his sword in me, For from my loue, the cause of griefe doth rise. I made the fault, then punish me therefore, Shall silly Lamb, be ledde to slaughter thus? Do eyther help, with death my endlesse sore, Or with remorse, and ruth the case discusse, If he do dye, by Mightie Iou I sweare I will not liue, if sword or knife be found, VVith scratched face, ▪ I know at first, my , And then ad, my , steale away O Queene, in hast,