1 The Troublesome Reign of King John · chunk 7 of 27
Anonymous · published 1591 · first performed or written 1591 (Annals) history · Queen Elizabeth's Men unassigned nearest T51 Parents and children: blessing, birthrig · 497 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T51: esau, iacob, father, son, isaac, god, love, birthright, parents, thing.
Let mother's tears quench out thy anger's fire, And urge no further what thou dost require. Let sons entreaty sway the 〈◊〉 now, Or else she dies: I'll not infringe my vow. Unhappy task: must I recount my shame, Blab my misdeeds, or by concealing die? Some power strike me speechless for a time▪ Or take from him awhile his hear use, Why wish I so, unhappy as I am? The fault is mine, and he the faulty fruit, I blush, I faint, oh would I might be mute. Mother be brief, I long to know my name. And longing die to shroud thy Mother's shame. Come Madam come, you need not be so loath, The shame is shared equal twixt us both. Is't not a slackness in me worthy blame, To be so old, and cannot write my name. Good Mother resolve me. Then Philip hear thy fortune and my grief, My honour's loss by purchase of thyself, My shame, thy name, and husbands secret wrong, All maind and stained by youths unruly sway. And when thou knowest from whence thou art extraught, Or if thou knewst what suits, what threats, what fears, To move by love, or massacre by death. To yield with love, or end by loves contempt. The mightiness of him that courted me, Who tempered terror with his wanton talk, That something may extenuate the guilt. But let it not advantage me so much: Upbraid me rather with the Roman Dame That shed her blood to wash away her shame. Why stand I to expostulate the crime With pro & contra, now the deed is done, When to conclude two words may tell the tale, That Philip's Father was a Prince's Son, Rich England's rule, words only terror he, For honour's loss left me with child of thee: Whose Son thou art, then pardon me the rather, For fair King Richard was thy noble Father. Then Robin Fauconbridge I wish thee joy, My Sire a King, and I a landles' Boy. God's Lady Mother, the world is in my debt, There's something owing to Plantagenet. I marry Sir, let me alone for game, I'll act some wonders now I know my name. By blessed Marie I'll not sell that pride For England's wealth, and all the world beside. Sat fast the proudest of my Father's foes, Away good Mother, there the comfort goes. Now gi'en we broach the title of thy claim Young Arthur in the Albion Territories, Scaring proud Angiers with a puissant siege: Brave Austria, cause of Cordelion's death, Is also come to aid thee in thy wars; And all our Forces join for Arthur's right. And, but for causes of great consequence, Pleading delay till news from England come, Twice should not Titan hide him in the West, To cool the fetlocks of his weary team, Till I had with an unresisted shock Controlled the manage of proud Angiers walls, Or made a forfeit of my fame to Chance.
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Let mothers teares quench out thy angers fire, And vrge no further what thou dooſt require. Let ſonnes entreatie ſway the now, Or els ſhe dies: Ile not infringe my vow. Vnhappy taſke: muſt I recount my ſhame, Blab my miſdeedes, or y concealing die? Some power ſtrike me ſpeechleſſe for a time▪ Or take from him awhile his hearings vſe, Why wiſh I ſo, vnhappy as I am? The fault is mine, and he the faultie frute, I bluſh, I faint, oh would I might be mute. Mother be briefe, I long to know my name. And longing dye to ſhrowd thy Mothers ſhame. Come Madame come, you neede not be ſo loth, The ſhame is ſhared equall twixt vs both. Iſt not a ſlacknes in me worthie blame, To be ſo olde, and cannot write my name. Good Mother reſolue me. Then Philip heare thy fortune and my griefe, My honours loſſe by purchaſe of thy ſelfe, My ſhame, thy name, and huſbands ſecret wrong, All maind and ſtaind by youths vnruly ſway. And when thou knoweſt from whence thou art extraught, Or if thou knewſt what ſutes, what threates, what feares, To mooue by loue, or maſſacre by death. To yeeld wih loue, or end by loues contempt. The mightines of him that courted me, Who tempred terror with his wanton talke, That ſomething may extenuate the guilt. But let it not aduantage me ſo much: Vpbraid me rather with the Romane Dame That ſhed her blood to waſh away her ſhame. Why ſtand I to expoſtulate the crime With pro & contra, now the déede is don, When to conclude two words may tell the tale, That Philips Father was a Princes Son, Rich Englands rule, words onely terror hee, For honours loſſe left me with childe of thee: Whoſe Sonne thou art, then pardon me the rather, For faire King Richard was thy noble Father. Then Robin Fauconbridge I wiſh thee ioy, My Sire a King, and I a landles Boy. Gods Ladie Mother, the world is in my debt, There's ſomething owing to Plantaginet. I marrie Sir, let me alone for game, Ile act ſome wonders now I know my name. By bleſſed Marie Ile not ſell that pride For Englands wealh, and all the world beſide. Sit faſt the proudeſt of my Fathers foes, Away good Mother, there the comfort goes. Now gin we broach the title of thy claime Yong Arthur in the Albion Territories, Scaring proud Angiers with a puiſſant ſiedge: Braue Austria, cauſe of Cordelions death, Is alſo come to aide thee in thy warres; And all our Forces ioyne for Arthurs right. And, but for cauſes of great conſequence, Pleading delay till newes from England come, Twice ſhould not Titan hide him in the Weſt, To coole the fet-locks of his wearie teame, Till I had with an vnreſiſted ſhock Controld the mannage of proud Angiers walls, Or made a forfet of my fame to Chaunce.