The Queen's Entertainment at Woodstock · chunk 15 of 17
Anonymous · published 1585 · first performed or written 1575 [Sep] (Annals) entertainment; royal entertainment or entry unassigned nearest T38 Death, parting and grief at court · 464 words
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Your goodness hath so bound both her and me, as while we live we be yours to command, By you is wrought this wished work I see, by power divine, and by no mortal hand. Pass on Madam let us be of your train, the causer of our joy the healer of our pain. And you sir knight whose honest yielding made the good consent which passed to help this ill. You may remain as I before have said, where I do dwell with hearty great good will. And ever have the Fairy Queen to friend, for virtues sake which I in you do find. Madam I am your own still to command, as one you see of hap bereaved quite, Resolved not to return to country's land, sith I have lost what was my whole delight: When resting pause hath stayed my troubled heart, I will retire and draw myself apart. And now sith cause of such importance moves, my woeful heart thus to forego his love, Most worthy Dame sith chance so parts our loves, that from my sight your presence must remove, Grant me herein, sith now the last I see, let not your love all whole depart from me. Weigh well the cause that moved me to relent, which may perhaps imprint more deep conceit, What man as I, his love so firmly bent, would yield the hold once master of the bait? The gods preserve your honour still in health, my private good, my common country's wealth. And if your mind were set that home you will, it were but labour lost, if I gainsaid, And absent if your love continue still, my gain is great who still this ground have laid, That honest love might think it no disgrace, though they that love do hap to sunder place. Well, Contarenus well, what shall ensue? you are the cause whose yielding makes me yield, Yet of my word for ever hold this true, whereon you may assured comfort build: Till death my soul and body shall depart, your love shall lodge in some part of my heart. Such is my recompense. Now do I feel the pangs the Sea men bide, which having harbour nigh in hope to land By turning wind are driven to try the tide, and trust the Seas thereby to void the sand. Now do I feel the depth of mother's pain, for death of child she hoped to see again. Was ever man more near his haven of bliss? his ship driven forth with wind that filled the sail, Had ever man such cause of hopeless miss, as I which at the fall so soon did fail? Did Fortune ere so sudden show her power as in her mirth so soon again to lower?
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Your goodnes hath so bound both her and me, as while we liue we be yours to command, By you is wrought this wished worke I see, by power diuine, and by no mortal hand. Passe on Madam let vs be of your trayne, the causer of our ioy the healer of our payne. And you sir knight whose honest yeelding made the good consent which past to help this yll. You may remaine as I before haue said, where I do dwel with hearty great good will. And euer haue the Fairy Queene to friend, for vertues sake which I in you do finde. Madam I am your owne stil to command, as one you see of hap bereaued quite, Resolu'd not to returne to countries land, sith I haue lost what was my whole delight: When resting pawse hath stay'd my troubled heart, I will retire and draw my selfe apart. And now sith cause of such importaunce moues, my woful heart thus to forgo his loue, Most worthy Dame sith chaunce so parts our loues, that from my sight your presence must remoue, Graunt me herein, sith now the last I see, let not your loue all whole depart from mee. Waigh wel the cause that mou'd me to relent, which may perhaps imprint more deep conceite, What man as I, his loue so firmly bent, would yeeld the hold once maister of the baite? The gods preserue your honour stil in health, my priuate good, my common countries wealth. And if your mind were set that home you will, it were but labour lost, if I gainsaide, And absent if your loue continue still, my gayne is great who stil this ground haue laide, That honest loue might thinke it no disgrace, though they that loue do hap to sunder place. Wel, Contarenus wel, what shal ensue? you are the cause whose yeelding makes me yeeld, Yet of my word for euer hold this true, wheron you may assured comfort build: Til death my soule and body shal depart, your loue shal lodge in some part of my heart. Such is my recompence. Nowe doe I feele the pangs the Sea men bide, which hauing harbour nigh in hope to land By turning winde are driuen to try the tide, and trust the Seas thereby to voyd the sand. Now doe I feele the depth of mothers paine, for death of child she hop'd to see againe. Was euer man more neere his hauen of blisse? his ship driuen forth with wind that fill'd the sayle, Had euer man such cause of hopelesse misse, as I which at the fal so soon did faile? Did Fortune ere so sodain shew her power as in her mirth so soon againe to lower?