1 The Troublesome Reign of King John · chunk 26 of 27
Anonymous · published 1591 · first performed or written 1591 (Annals) history · Queen Elizabeth's Men unassigned nearest T12 Olympian gods: Jupiter, Juno, Venus and · 496 words
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The Sky wherein these Moons have residence, Presenteth Rome the great Metropolis, Where sits the Pope in all his holy pomp. Four of the Moons present four Provinces, To wit, Spain, Denmark, Germany, and France, That bear the yoke of proud commanding Rome, And stand in fear to tempt the Prelate's curse. The smallest Moon that whirls about the rest, Impatient of the place he holds with them, Doth figure forth this Island Albion, Who 'gins to scorn the Sea and State of Rome, And seeks to shun the Edicts of the Pope: This shows the heaven, and this I do aver Is figured in these apparitions. Why then it seems the heavens smile on us, Giving applause for leaving of the Pope. But for they chance in our Meridian, Do they effect no private growing ill To be inflicted on us in this Clime? The moons effect no more than what I said: But on some other knowledge that I have By my prescience, ere Ascension day Have brought the Sun unto his usual height, Of Crown, Estate, and Royal dignity, Thou shalt be clean despoiled and dispossessed. False Dreamer, perish with thy witched news, Villain thou woundst me with thy fallacies: If it be true, die for thy tidings price; If false, for fearing me with vain suppose: Hence with the Witch, hell's damned secretary. Lock him up sure: for by my faith I swear, True or not true, the wizard shall not live. Before Ascension day: who should be cause hereof? Cut off the cause and then the effect will die. Tut, tut, my mercy serves to maim myself, The root doth live, from whence these thorns spring up, I and my promise passed for his deliury: Frown friends, fail faith, the devil go withal, The brat shall die, that terrifies me thus. Pembroke and Essex I recall my grant, I will not buy your favours with my fear: Nay murmur not, my will is law enough, I love you well, but if I loud you better, I would not buy it with my discontent. How now, what news with thee. According to your highness strict command Young Arthur's eyes are blinded and extinct. Why so, than he may feel the crown, but never see it. Nor see nor feel, for of the extreme pain, Within one hour gave he up the Ghost. What is he dead? He is my Lord. Then with him die my cares. Now joy betid thy soul. And heavens revenge thy death. What have you done my Lord? Was ever heard A deed of more inhuman consequence? Your foes will curse, your friends will cry revenge. Unkindly rage more rough than Northern wind, To chip the beauty of so sweet a flower. What hope in us for mercy on a fault, When kinsman dies without impeach of cause, As you have done, so come to cheer you with, The guilt shall never be cast me in my teeth.
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The Skie wherein theſe Moones haue reſidence, Preſenteth Rome the great Metropolis, Where ſits the Pope in all his holy pompe. Fowre of the Moones preſent fowre Prouinces, To wit, Spaine, Denmarke, Germanie, and Fraunce, That beare the yoke of proud commaunding Rome, And ſtand in feare to tempt the Prelates curſe. The ſmalleſt Moone that whirles about the reſt, Impatient of the place he holds with them, Doth figure foorth this Iland Albion, Who gins to ſcorne the Sea and State of Rome, And ſeekes to ſhun the Edicts of the Pope: This ſhowes the heauen, and this I doo auerre Is figured in theſe apparitions. Why then it ſeemes the heauens ſmile on vs, Giuing applauſe for leauing of the Pope. But for they chaunce in our Meridian, Doo they effect no priuate growing ill To be inflicted on vs in this Clyme? The Moones effect no more than what I ſaid: But on ſome other knowledge that I haue By my preſcience, ere Aſcenſion day Haue brought the Sunne vnto his vſuall height, Of Crowne, Eſtate, and Royall dignitie, Thou ſhalt be cleane diſpoyld and diſpoſſeſt. Falſe Dreamer, periſh with thy witched newes, Villaine thou woundſt me with thy fallacies: If it be true, dye for thy tidings price; If falſe, for fearing me with vaine ſuppoſe: Hence with the Witch, hells damned ſecretarie. Lock him vp ſure: for by my faith I ſweare, True or not true, the Wizzard ſhall not liue. Before Aſcenſion day: who ſhould be cauſe hereof? Cut off the cauſe and then the effect will dye. Tut, tut, my mercie ſerues to maime my ſelfe, The roote doth liue, from whence theſe thornes ſpring vp, I and my promiſe paſt for his deliury: Frowne friends, faile faith, the diuell goe withall, The brat ſhall dye, that terrifies me thus. Pembrooke and Eſſex I recall my graunt, I will not buy your fauours with my feare: Nay murmur not, my will is law enough, I loue you well, but if I loude you better, I would not buy it with my diſcontent. How now, what newes with thee. According to your Highnes ſtrickt commaund Yong Arthurs eyes are blinded and extinct. Why ſo, then he may feele the crowne, but neuer ſée it. Nor ſee nor féele, for of the extreame paine, Within one hower gaue he vp the Ghoſt. What is he dead? He is my Lord. Then with him dye my cares. Now ioy betide thy ſoule. And heauens reuenge thy death. What haue you done my Lord? Was euer heard A deede of more inhumane conſequence? Your foes will curſe, your friends will crie reuenge. Vnkindly rage more rough than Northern winde, To chip the beautie of ſo ſweete a flower. What hope in vs for mercie on a fault, When kinſman dyes without impeach of cauſe, As you haue done, ſo come to chéere you with, The guilt ſhall neuer be caſt me in my teeth.