1 The Troublesome Reign of King John · chunk 28 of 29
Anonymous · published 1611 · first performed or written 1591 (Annals) history · Queen Elizabeth's Men unassigned nearest T31 Popes, cardinals and the crown · 496 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T31: cardinal, pope, king, lord, majesty, holy, rome, france, church, lords.
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 seat of Rome, And seeks to shun the Edicts of the Pope: This shows the heaven, and this I do aver Is figured in the 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 delivery: 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 loved 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 dies 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 clip 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. Foure of the moones preſent foure prouinces, To wit, Spaine, Denmarke, Germanie, and France, That beare the yoke of proud commanding 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 forth this Iſland Albion, Who gins to ſcorne the ſea and ſeat of Rome, And ſeekes to ſhunne the Edicts of the Pope: This ſhowes the heauen, and this I doe auerre Is figured in the apparitions. Why then it ſeemes the heauens ſmile on vs, Giuing applauſe for leauing of the Pope. But for they chance in our Meridian, Doe they effect no priuate growing ill To be inflicted on vs in this clime? 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 dignity, Thou ſhalt be cleane diſpoyl'd and diſpoſſeſt. Falſe dreamer, periſh with thy witched newes, Villaine thou woundſt me with thy fallacies: If it be true, die for thy tidings price; If falſe, for fearing me with vaine ſuppoſe: Hence with the Witch, hels damned ſecretarie. Locke him vp ſure: for by my faith I ſweare, True or not true, the Wizard ſhall not liue. Before Aſcenſion day: who ſhould be cauſe hereof? Cut off the cauſe, and then the effect will die. 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 deliu'rie: Frowne friends, faile faith, the diuell goe withall, The brat ſhall die, that terrifies me thus. Pembrooke and Eſſex, I recall my graunt, I will not buy your fauours with my feare: Nay murmure not, my will is lawe enough▪ I loue you well, but if I lou'd you better, I would not buy it with my diſcontent. How now, what newes with thee? According to your highneſſe ſtrict command, Young Arthurs eies are blinded and extinct. Why ſo, then he may feele the crown, but neuer ſee it. Nor ſee nor feele, for of the extream paine, Within one houre gaue he vp the ghoſt. What is he dead? He is my Lord. Then with him dies my cares. Now ioy betide thy ſoule. And heauens reuenge thy death. What haue you done my Lord? Was euer heard A deed of more inhumane conſequence? Your foes will curſe, your friends will crie reuenge. Vnkindly rage, more rough than Northern wind; To clip the beautie of ſo ſweete a flower. What hope in vs for mercie on a fault, When kinſman dies without impeach of cauſe, As you haue done, ſo come to cheere you with, The guilt ſhall neuer be caſt me in my teeth.