Peele, George · published 1593 · first performed or written 1591 [1590-1593] (Annals) history · Unknown unassigned nearest T53 The crown: kingship claimed, resigned an · 488 words
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Thanks worthy Lords, And seeing by doom of heavens it is decreed, And lawful line of our succession, Unworthy Edward is become your king, We take it as a blessing from on high, And will our Coronation be solemnized, Upon the 14. of December next. Upon the 14. of December next? Alas my Lord, the time is all too short And sudden, for so great solemnity: A year were scarce enough to set a work, Tailors Embroiderers, and men of rare device, For preparation of so great estate. Trust me sweet Ned, hardly shall I bethink me, In twenty weeks what fashion robes to wear, I pray thee then defer it till the spring, That we may have our garments point device. I mean to send for Tailors into Spain, That shall confer of some fantastic suits, With those that be our cunning'st Englishmen, What? let me brave it now or never Ned. Madam content ye, would that were greatest care You shall have garments to your heart's desire, I never read but Englishmen excelled, For change of rare devices every way. Yet pray thee Ned, my love, my lord, and king, My fellow soldier, and compear in arms, Do so much honour to thy Elinor, To wear a suit that thee shall give thy grace, Of he one cost and workmanship perhaps. 'twill come by leasurs daughter than I fear, thouart too fine finger to be quick at work. Twixt us a greater matter breaks no square, So it be such my Nell as may be , The majesty and greatness of a king. And now my Lords and loving friends, Follow your General to the court, After his travels to repose him then, There to recount with pleasure what is past, Of wars alarms, showers and sharpest storms. Now Elinor, now England's lovely Queen, Bethink thee of the greatness of thy state: And how to bear thyself with royalty, Above the other Queens of Christendom, That Spain reaping renown by Elinor, And Elinor adding renown to Spain, Britain may her magnificence admire, I tell thee Joan, what time our highness sits, Under our royal Canopy of state, Glistering with pendants of the purest gold, Like as our seat were spangled all with stars The world shall wonder at our majesty, As if the daughter of eternal Ops, Turned to the likeness of Vermilion fumes, Where from her cloudie wombe the Centaures lap. Were in her royal seat enthronized. Madam, if Joan thy daughter may advise, Let not your honour make your manners change The people of this land are men of war, The women courteous, mild, and debonair, Laying their lives at princes' feet, That governs with familiar majesty, But if their sovereigns once 'gin swell with pride, disdaining commons love which is the strength, And sureness of the richest common wealth: That Prince were better live a private life, Then rule with tyranny and discontent.
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Thankes worthie Lordes, And seeing by doome of heauens it is decreed, And lawful line of our succession, Vnworthy Edward is become your king, We take it as a blessing from on hie, And wil our Coronation be solemnized, Vpon the 14. of December next. Vpon the 14. of December next? Alas my Lord, the time is all too short And sudden, for so great solemnitie: A yeare were scarse enough to set a worke, Tailers Imboderes, and men of rare deuice, For preparation of so great estate. Trust me sweete Ned, hardlie shal I bethinke me, In twentie weekes what fashion robes to weare, I pray thee then deferre it till the spring, That we may haue our garments point deuice. I meane to send for Tailers into Spaine, That shall confer of some fantastickt sutes, With those that be our conningst Englishmen, What? let me braue it now or neuer Ned. Madam content ye, would that were greatest car You shall haue garments to your harts desire, I neuer red but Englishmen exceld, For change of rare deuises euery way. Yet pray thee Ned, my loue, my lord, and king, My fellow souldier, and compeere in armes, Do so much honour to thy Elinor, To weare a sute that thee shall giue thy grace, Of he on cost and workmanship perhaps. Twi come by leasurs daughter then I feare, Th'art too fine gard to be quick at worke. Twixt va greater matter breakes no square, So it be such my Nell as may be , The mastie and greatnes of a king. Ad now my Lords and louing friends, Follow your Generall to the court, After his trauels to repose him then, There to recount with pleasure what is past, Of warres alarums, showres and sharpest stormes. Now Elinor, now Englands louely Queene, Bethinke thee of the greatnes of thy state: And how to beare thy selfe with roltie, Aboue the other Qeenes of Christendome, That Spaine reaping renowne by Elinor, And Elinor adding renowne to Spaine, Britaine may her magnificence admire, Ttell thee Ione, what time our ighnes sits, Vnder our royall Canopie of state, Glistering with pendants of the purest gold, Like as our seate were spangled all with stars The world shall wonder at our maiestie, As if the daughter of eternall Ops, Turnd to the likenes of Vermilion fumes, Where from her cloudie wombe the Centaures lap. VVere in her royall seate inthronized. Madam, if Ione thy daughter may aduise, Let not your honour make your manners chang The people of this land are men of warre, The women courteous, milde, and debonaire, Laying the at princes feete, That gouernes wh familiar maiestie, But if their soueraignes ce gin swell with pride, Disdaning commons loue which is the strength, And surenes of the richest common welth: That Prince were better liue a priuate life, Then rule with tirannie and discontent.