Peele, George · published 1593 · first performed or written 1591 [1590-1593] (Annals) history · Unknown unassigned nearest T18 Rebels, barons and the king's wars at ho · 476 words
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Gilbart de Clare, Sussex, and Mortimer, And all the princely states of England's peers, With health and honour to your heart's content, And welcome wished England on whose ground, These feet so often have desired to tread, Welcome sweet Queen my fellow traveler, Welcome sweet Nell my fellow mate in arms, Whose eyes have seen the slaughtered Sarazens, Piled in the ditches of Ierusalem, And lastly welcome manly followers, That bears the scars of honour and of arms, And on your war drums carry crowns as kings, Crown Mural, Naval, and triumphant all, At view of whom the Turks have trembling fled, And Sarazens like sheep before the walls, Have made their cottages in walled towns, But Bulwarks had no fence to beat you back, Lords, these and they will enter brazen gates, And tear down lime and Mortar with their nails. Embrace them Barons these have got the name, Of English Gentlemen and knights at arms: Not one of these but in the Champain field, Hath won his crown, his collar and his spurs, Not Caesar loading through the streets of Rome, The captive kings of conquered nations, Was in his princely triumphs honoured more, Than English Edward in this martial sight. countrymen your limbs are lost in service of the Lord, Which is your glory and your country's fame, For limbs, you shalt have living, lordships, lands, And be my counsellors in wars affairs: Soldiers sit down, Nell sit thee by my side, These be prince Edward's pompious treasury. O glorious Capitol, beauteous Senate house, Triumphant Edward, how like sturdy Oaks, Do these thy Soldiers circle thee about, To shield and shelter thee from winter's storms? Display thy cross, old Aims of the vieth, Dub on your Drums tanned with India's sun, My lusty western lads, Matreveirs thou, Sound proudly here a perfect point of war, In honour of thy sovereign's safe return. Thus Long shanks bids his Soldiers Bien veneu. O God my God, the brightness of my day, How oft hast thou preserved thy servant safe, By sea and land, yea in the gates of death, O God to thee how highly am I bound, For setting me with these on English ground: One of my mansion houses will I give, To be a college for my maimed men, Where every one shall have an hundred marks Of yearly pension to his maintenance, A Soldier that for Christ and country sights, Shall want no living whilst king Edward lives, Lords you that love me now be liberal, And give your largesse to these maimed men. Towards this erection doth thy mother give, Out of her dowry, five thousand pounds of gold, To find them Surgeons to recure their wounds, And whilst this ancient Standard bearer lives, He shall have forty pound of yearly fee, And be my Beadsman father if you please.
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Gilbart de Clare, Sussex, and Mortimer, And all the princely states of Englands peeres, With health and honor to your harts content, And welcome wished England on whose ground, These feete so often haue desird to tread, Welcome sweete Queene my fellow Traueller, Welcome sweete Nell my fellow mate in armes, Whose eyes haue seene the slaughtered Sarazens, Pil'de in the ditches of Ierusalem, And lastly welcome manly followers, That beares the scars of honor and of armes, And on your war drums carry crownes as kings, Crowne Murall, Nauall, and triumphant all, At view of whom the Turkes haue trembling fled, And Sarazens like sheepe before the walles, Haue made their cottages in walled townes, But Bulwarkes had no ence to beate you back, Lords, these and they will enter brasen gates, And teare downe lime and Morter with their nailes. Ibrace them Barons these haue got the name, Of English Gentlemen and knights at armes: Not one of these but in the Champaine sield, Hath wonne his crowne, his collar and his spurs, Not Caesar ading through the streetes of Rome, The cap kings of conqueed nations, Was in his princely triumphes onoured more, Then English Edward in this martiall ight. your lis are ost in seruice of the Lord, Which is your glory and your Countries fame, For lis, you haue ing, lordships, lds, And be m counsellrs in warres affaires: Souldiers sit downe, Nell sit thee by my side, These be prce Edwards pompious treasurie. O glorious Capitoll, beautious Senate house, Triumphant Edward, how like sturdie Oakes, Do these thy Souldiers circle thee about, To shield and shelter thee from winters stormes? Display thy crosse, old Aimes of the Vies, Dub on your Drums tand with Indiaes sunne, My lustie esterne lads, Matreueirs thou, Sound prowdly here a perfect point of warre, In honour of thy Souereignes safe returne. Thus Long shanks bids his Souldiers Bien vene. O God my God, the brightnes of my daye, How oft hast thou preseru'd thy seruant safe, By sea and land, yea in the gates of death, O God to thee how highly am I bound, For setting me with these on English ground: One of my mansion houses will I giue, To be a colledge for my maimed men, Where euery one shall haue an hundred markes Of yearely pention to his maintenance, A Souldier that for Christ and countrie sightes, Shall want no liuing whilst king Edward liues, Lords you that loue me now be liberall, And giue your larges to these maimed men. Towards this erection doth thy mother giue, Out of her dowrie, fiue thousand pounds of gold, To finde them Surgeons to recure their wounds, And whilst this auncient Standard bearer liues, He shall haue fortie pound of yeerely fee, And be my Beadsman father if you please.