Anonymous · published 1592 · first performed or written 1592 [Sep 28; Oct 1; Oct 2] (Annals) entertainment; royal entertainment or entry · before the Court unassigned nearest T50 Fleets, armies and generals: war by sea · 558 words
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MY duty to your L. remembered &c. Being ready to take shipping, I heard that her majesty would honor Ricort, with her presence, which wrought no small content, but to haue made it full, I wished I might haue seen it. In this place is no choice of any thing, whereby I might signify my dutiful affection, but that which a soldier maketh his chiefest choice, a sword, which most humbly I desire to haue presented to her highnes. With this protestation pourde from my hart, that in her service, I will spend the blood of my hart. Eloquence & I, am vowde enemies, loyalty & I, sworn brothers, what my words cannot effect, my sword shall. MY duty humbly remembered, the same time that I received letters that her majesty would be at Ricort, the wind served for Britaigne, I was over ioied with both, yet stood in a mamering whether I should take the opportunity of the wind, which I long expected or ride post to do my duty, which I most desired, necessity controlled affection, that bid me unless I could keep the wind in a bag, to use the winds when they blew, I obaide yet, wishing that they would turn for a while, to serve my turn, being unfurnished, of al fit presents. I would haue this my excuse that cheapside is not in my ship, & therefore haue nothing to offer but my Trunchion the honour which I received of her majesty, by whom I am only to be commanded, & ever else let me be only miserable and ever. THat my sons, haue remembered their dueties, it is my harts comfort, that your majesty accepteth thē, their harts heaven. If fortune, & fidelity had been twins, they might haue been as rich, as faithful, but this is the Iubyle of my life, that their faiths, are without spot, and your majesty I hope, confident, without suspicion. Among my joys, there is one grief, that my daughter, the Mistris of a Moole hil, hath so much forgotten; that most she should remember, duty. I doubt not her excuse, because shee is a woman, but fear the truth, of it, because it must be to her sovereign. For myself, my crow, and all our birds, this I promise, that they are all; as faithful in their feathers, as they were in their shells. AT length, though very late, I am come, from the lady of the Moold hill, sent long since, but the passage troublesone, at every miles end, a lover, at every sentence end a lye, I staide to hear, the conclusions, and found nutbrowne girls to be cheapned. But none to be bought, but the amiable. Thus much for my excuse, now for my Mistris, who hearing that your majesty would enter this cabin, was astonished, with joy, and doubt, joy, for so great honour done to her father. Doubt, by what means shee might show her duty to your majesty. At the last, sitting vpon the top of a moole hill, she espied, a read Daysie, the fairest flower, that barren place doth yield, which, with all humility she presents to your majesty, it hath no sweetness, yet many virtues, her hart no tongue, but infinite affections, In you she saith are all virtues, and towards you all her affections.
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MY duetie to your L. remembred &c. Being readie to take ſhipping, I heard that her Maieſty would honor Ricort, with her preſence, which wrought no ſmal cōtent, but to haue made it ful, I wiſhed I might haue ſeene it. In this place is no choiſe of anie thing, whereby I might ſignifie my dutifull affection, but that which a Souldier maketh his chiefeſt choiſe, a ſword, which moſt humblie I deſire to haue preſented to her highnes. With this proteſtation pourde from my hart, that in her ſeruice, I will ſpende the bloud of my hart. Eloquence & I, am vowde enemies, loialty & I, ſworne brothers, what my words cannot effect, my ſworde ſhall. MY duetie humbly remembred, the ſame time that I receiued letters that her Maieſty would be at Ricort, the winde ſerued for Britaigne, I was ouer ioied with both, yet ſtoode in a mamering whether I ſhould take the opportunity of the winde, which I long expected or ride poſte to do my duetie, which I moſt deſired, neceſſitye cōtroled affection, that bid me vnleſſe I could kepe the winde in a bagge, to vſe the windes whē they blew, I obaide yet, wiſhing that they would turne for a while, to ſerue my turne, being vnfurniſhed, of al fit preſents. I would haue this my excuſe that cheapſide is not in my Shippe, & therefore haue nothing to offer but my Trunchiō the honour which I receiued of her Maieſtie, by whom I am only to be commaunded, & euer elſe let me be only miſerable and euer. THat my ſonnes, haue remembred their dueties, it is my harts comfort, that your Maieſtie accepteth thē, their harts heauen. If fortune, & fidelitie had bin twinnes, they might haue beene as rich, as faithfull, but this is the Iubyle of my life, that their faithes, are without ſpot, and your Maieſty I hope, confident, without ſuſpition. Among my ioies, there is one griefe, that my daughter, the Miſtris of a Moole hil, hath ſo much forgottē; that moſt ſhe ſhould remember, duetie. I doubt not her excuſe, becauſe ſhee is a woman, but feare the truth, of it, becauſe it muſt be to her ſoueraigne. For my ſelfe, my crowe, and all our birds, this I promiſe, that they are all; as faithfull in their feathers, as they were in their ſhels. AT length, though verie late, I am come, from the Ladie of the Moold hill, ſent long ſince, but the paſſage troubleſome, at euerie miles end, a louer, at euery ſentence end a lie, I ſtaide to heare, the concluſions, and found nutbrowne gyrles to be cheapned. But none to be bought, but the amyable. Thus much for my excuſe, now for my Miſtris, who hearing that your Maieſty would enter this cabbine, was aſtoniſhed, with ioie, and doubt, ioie, for ſo great honour done to her father. Doubt, by what meanes ſhee might ſhew her duety to your Maieſty. At the laſt, ſitting vpon the top of a moole hill, ſhe eſpied, a red Dayſie, the faireſt flower, that barren place doth yeeld, which, with all humilitie ſhe preſents to your Maieſtie, it hath no ſweetenes, yet manie vertues, her hart no tongue, but infinite affections, In you ſhe ſaith are all vertues, and towardes you all her affections.