1 The Troublesome Reign of King John · chunk 18 of 27
Anonymous · published 1591 · first performed or written 1591 (Annals) history · Queen Elizabeth's Men unassigned nearest T43 York and Lancaster: dynastic claims and · 490 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T43: henry, king, richard, warwick, york, edward, father, duke, crown, son.
And will your Grace upon your wedding day Forsake your Bride and follow dreadful drums: Nay, good my Lord, stay you at home with me. Sweet heart content thee, and we shall agree. Fellow me Lords, Lord cardinal lead the way, Drums shallbe music to this wedding day. Thus hath K. Richard's Son perform his vows. And offered Austria's blood for sacrifice Unto his father's ●uerliuing soul. Brave Cordelion, now my heart doth say, I have deserved, though not to be thy heir Yet as I am, thy base begotten son, A name as pleasing to thy Philip's heart, As to be called the Duke of Normandy. Lie there a pray to every ravening fowl: And as my Father triumphed in thy spoils, And trod thine Ensigns underneath his feet, So do I tread upon thy cursed self, And leave thy body to the fowls for food. Thus hath the God of Kings with conquering arm Dispersed the foes to true succession. Proud, and disturber of thy Countreyes peace, Constance doth live to came thine insolence, And on thy head will now avenged be For all the mischiefs hatched in thy brain. Contemptuous dame unrevent Duchess thou, To brave so great a Queen as Elinor. Base scold hast thou forgot, that I was wife, And mother to three mighty English Kings? I charge thee then, and you forsooth sir Boy, To set your Grandmother at liberty, And yield to John your Uncle and your King. 'tis not thy words proud Queen shall carry it. Nor yet thy threats proud Dame shall daunt my mind. Sweet grandam, and good Mother leave these brawls. I'll find a time to triumph in thy fall. My time is now to triumph in thy fall, And thou shalt know that Constance will triumph. Good Mother weigh it is Queen Elinor, Though she be captive, use her like herself. Sweet grandam bear with what my Mother says, Your Highness shallbe used honourably. my Lord, Duke Arthur, and the rest, To arms in haste, K. John relies his men, And gins the fight afresh: and swears withal To lose his life, or set his Mother free. Arthur away, 'tis time to look about. Why how ●●●daine, what is your courage cooled? No Elinor, my courage gathers strength, And hopes to lead both John and thee as slaves: And in that hope, I hale thee to the field. Thus right triumphs, and John triumphs in right. thou seest, France cannot bolster thee: Thy Mother's pride hath brought thee to this fall. But if at last, Nephew thou yield thyself Into the guard of thine Uncle John, Thou shalt be used as becomes a Prince. Uncle, my Grandam taught her Nephew this, To bear captivity with patience. Might hath prevailed not right, for I am King Of England, though thou wear the Diadem. Son Iohn, soon shall we teach him to forget These proud presumptions, and to know himself.
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And will your Grace vpon your wedding day Forſake your Bride and follow dreadfull drums: Nay, good my Lord, ſtay you at home with mee. Sweete heart content thée, and we ſhall agree. Follow me Lords, Lord Cardynall lead the way, Drums ſhalbe muſique to this wedding day. Thus hath K. Richards Sonne performe his vowes. And offred Austrias bloud for ſacrifice Vnto his fathers uerliuing ſoule. Braue Cordelion, now my heart doth ſay, I haue deſerude, though not to be thy heire Yet as I am, thy baſe begotten ſonne, A name as pleaſing to thy Philips heart, As to be cald the Duke of Normandie. Lie there a pray to euery rauening fowle: And as my Father triumpht in thy ſpoyles, And trode thine Enſignes vnderneath his féete, So doo I tread vpon thy curſed ſelfe, And leaue thy bodie to the fowles for food. Thus hath the God of Kings with conquering arme Diſpearſt the foes to true ſucceſſion. Proud, and diſturber of thy Counreyes peace, Conſtance doth liue to came thine inſolence, And on thy head will now auenged be For all the miſchiefes hatched in thy braine. Contemptuous dame vnreuent Dutches thou, To braue ſo great a Quéene as Elianor. Baſe ſcolde haſt thou forgot, that I was wife, And mother to three mightie Engliſh Kings? I charge thée then, and you forſooth ſir Boy, To ſet your Grandmother at libertie, And yéeld to John your Vnckle and your King. Tis not thy words proud Queene ſhal carry it. Nor yet thy threates proud Dame ſhal daunt my minde. Sweete Grandae, and good Mother leaue theſe brawles. Ile finde a time to triumph in thy fall. My time is now to triumph in thy fall, And thou ſhalt know that Conſtance will triumph. Good Mother weigh it is Queene Elianor, Though ſhe be captiue, vſe her like herſelfe. Sweete Grandae beare with what my Mother ſayes, Your Highnes ſhalbe vſed honourably. my Lord, Duke Arthur, and the reſt, To armes in haſt, K. John relyes his men, And ginnes the fight afreſh: and ſweares withall To loſe his life, or ſet his Mother free. Arthur away, tis time to looke about. Why how daine, what is your courage coold? No Elianor, my courage gathers ſtrength, And hopes to lead both John and thee as ſlaues: And in that hope, I hale thee to the field. Thus right triumphs, and John triumphs in right. thou ſeeſt, Fraunce cannot bolſter thee: Thy Mothers pride hath brought thee to this fall. But if at laſt, Nephew thou yeeld thy ſelfe Into the gardance of thine Vnckle John, Thou ſhalt be vſed as becomes a Prince. Vnckle, my Grandame taught her Nephew this, To beare captiuitie with patience. Might hath preuayld not right, for I am King Of England, though thou weare the Diadem. Sonne Iohn, ſoone ſhall we teach him to forget Theſe proud preſumptions, and to know himſelfe.