2 The Troublesome Reign of King John · chunk 6 of 19
Anonymous · published 1611 · first performed or written 1591 (Annals) history · Queen Elizabeth's Men T31 Popes, cardinals and the crown typicality 0.82 · 460 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T31: cardinal, pope, king, lord, majesty, holy, rome, france, church, lords.
From bad to worse, or I must lose my realm, Or give my Crown for penance unto Rome: A misery more piercing than the darts That break from burning exhalations power. What, shall I give my Crown with this right hand? No: with this hand defend thy Crown and thee. What news with thee? Please it your Majesty, there is descried on the coast of Kent an hundred Sail of Ships, which of all men is thought to be the French fleet, under the conduct of the Dolphin, so that it puts the country in a mutiny, so they send to your Grace for succour. How now Lord Cardinal, what's your best advise? These mutinies must be allayed in time, By policy or headstrong rage at least. O Iohn, these troubles tire thy wearied soul, And like to Luna in a sad Eclipse, So are thy thoughts and passions for this news. Well may it be, when Kings are grieved so, The vulgar sort work Princes overthrow. K. Iohn, for not effecting of thy plighted vow, This strange annoyance happens to thy Land: But yet be reconciled unto the Church, And nothing shall be grievous to thy state. On Pandulph, be it as thou hast decreed, Iohn will not spurn against thy sound advise, Come le's away, and with thy help I trow, My Realm shall flourish, and my Crown in peace. Now sweet S. Edmund holy Saint in heaven, Whose Shrine is sacred, high esteemed on earth, Infuse a constant zeal in all our hearts, To prosecute this act of mickle weight, Lord Bewchampe say, what friends have you procured. The L. Fitz Water, L. Percy, and L. Rosse, Vowed meeting here this day the leventh hour. Under the cloak of holy pilgrimage, By that same hour on warrant of their faith, Philip Plantagenet, a bird of swiftest wing, Lord Eustauce, Vescy, Lord Cressy, and Lord Mowbrey, Appointed meeting at S. Edmund's shrine. Until their presence, I'll conceal my tale, Sweet complices in holy Christian acts, That venture for the purchase of renown, Thrice welcome to the league of high resolve, That pawn their bodies for their soul's regard. Now wanteth but the rest to end this work, In Pilgrims habit comes our holy troop A furlong hence, with swift unwonted pace, May be they are the persons you expect. With swift unwonted gate, see what a thing is zeal, That spurs them on with fervence to this shrine, Now joy come to them for their true intent: And in good time, here come the war-men all, That sweat in body by the minds disease: Hap and hearts-ease brave Lordings be your lot. Amen my Lords, the like betide your luck, And all that travel in a Christian cause.
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From bad to worſe, or I muſt looſe my realme, Or giue my Crowne for penance vnto Rome: A miſerie more piercing than the darts That breake from burning exhalations power. What, ſhall I giue my Crowne with this right hand? No: with this hand defend thy Crowne and thee. What newes with thee? Pleaſe it your Maieſtie, there is deſcried on the coaſt of Kent an hundred Sayle of Ships, which of all men is thought to be the French fleet, vnder the conduct of the Dolphin, ſo that it puts the countrey in a mutiny, ſo they ſend to your Grace for ſuccour. How now Lord Cardinal, what's your beſt aduiſe? Theſe mutinies muſt be allaid in time, By policy or headſtrong rage at leaſt. O Iohn, theſe troubles tyre thy wearied ſoule, And like to Luna in a ſad Eclipſe, So are thy thoughts and paſſions for this newes. Well may it be, when Kings are grieued ſo, The vulgar ſort worke Princes ouerthrowe. K. Iohn, for not effecting of thy plighted vow, This ſtrange annoyance happens to thy Land: But yet be reconcil'd vnto the Church, And nothing ſhall be grieuous to thy ſtate. On Pandulph, be it as thou haſt decreed, Iohn will not ſpurne againſt thy ſound aduiſe, Come lets away, and with thy helpe I trow, My Realme ſhall flouriſh, and my Crowne in peace. Now ſweet S. Edmund holy Saint in heauen, Whoſe Shrine is ſacred, high eſteem'd on earth, Infuze a conſtant zeale in all our hearts, To proſecute this act of mickle weight, Lord Bewchampe ſay, what friends haue you procur'd. The L. Fitz Water, L. Percie, and L. Roſſe, Vow'd meeting here this day the leuenth houre. Vnder the cloke of holy pilgrimage, By that ſame houre on warrant of their faith, Philip Plantagenet, a bird of ſwifteſt wing, Lord Eustauce, Veſcy, Lord Creſſy, and Lord Mowbrey, Appointed meeting at S. Edmunds ſhrine. Vntill their preſence, Ile conceale my tale, Sweet complices in holy Chriſtian acts, That venture for the purchaſſe of renowne, Thrice welcome to the league of high reſolue, That pawne their bodies for their ſoules regard. Now wanteth but the reſt to end this worke, In Pilgrimes habite comes our holy troupe A furlong hence, with ſwift vnwoonted pace, May be they are the perſons you expect. With ſwift vnwoonted gate, ſee what a thing is zeale, That ſpurs them on with feruence to this ſhrine, Now ioy come to them for their true intent: And in good time, here come the war-men all, That ſweat in body by the minds diſeaſe: Hap and hearts-eaſe braue Lordings be your lot. Amen my Lords, the like betide your lucke, And all that trauell in a Chriſtian cauſe.