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 · 522 words
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Rice every day thus shall it be, we'll have a thrashing set among the Friars, and he that of these challengers lays on slowest load, be thou at hand Rice to gore him with thy good. A Potter Potter the Friar may rue, That ever this day this our quarrel he knew: My pate addle, mine arms black and blue. Ah friar who may his fate's force eschew, I think Friar you are prettily schooled, And I think the Potter is handsomely cold, No Martimor here that Eternal fire, That burns and flames with brands of hot desire: Why Martimor, why doest thou not discover, thyself her knight her liegeman and her lover? Lords of Albana, and my peers in France. Since Balliol is invested in his rights, And wears the royal Scottish Diadem, Time is to rouse him that the world may wot, Scotland disdains to carry England's yoke. Therefore my friend thus put in readiness, Why slack we time to greet the English king? Wi message to et him know our minds, Lord Versses though thy faith and oath be ta'en, To follow Balliol's arms for Scotland's right, Yet is thy heart to England's honour knit, Therefore in spite of England and thyself, Bear thou defiance proudly to thy king, Tell him Albania finds heart and hope, To shake of England's tyranny be time, To rescue Scotland's honour with his sword, Lord Bruce see cast about Versses' neck, A strangling halter that he mind his haste. How farest thou Versses wilt thou do this message? Although no common post, yet for my king I will to England maugre England's might, And do mine errand boldly as becomes, Albeit I honour English Edward's name, And hold this slavish contemnment to scorn. Then hie away as swift as swallow flies, And meet me on our roads on England's ground, We there think of thy message and thy haste. Now have I leisure Lords to bid you welcome into Wales. Welcome sweet Edmund to christian thy young nephew And welcome Cressingham, give me thy hand, But Sussex what became of Mortimor? We have not seen the man this many a day. Before your highness rid from hence to Northam. Sir Roger was a suitor to your Grace, Touching fair Elinor Lluellen's love, And so belike denied with discontent, A discontinues from your Royal presence. Why Sussex said we not for Elinor, So she would leave whom she had loved too long, She might have favour with my Queen and me, But man, her mind about her fortune mounts, And that's a cause she fails in her accounts. But go with me my lord of Lancaster, We will go see my beauteous lovely Queen, That hath enriched me with a goodly boy. Longsh Ladies by your leave, how doth my Nell, mine own, my love, my life, my heart, my dear, my dove, my Queen, my wife. N thou come, sweet Ned welcome my ioy. Thy Nell presents thee with a lovely boy. Kiss him, and christian him after thine own name. hay ho whom do I see, my lord of Lancaster, welcome heartily.
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Rice euery day thus shal it be, weele haue a thrashing set among the Friers, and he that of these chalengers laies on slowest loade, be thou at hand Rice to gore him with thy gode. A Potter Potter the Frier may rue, That euer this day this our quarrel he knew: My pate adle, mine armes blacke and blue. Ah Frier who may his fates force eschew, I thinke Frier you are prettilie scholde, And I thinke the Potter is handsomlie coold, No Martimor here that Eternal , That burnes and Has with brands of hot desire Why Martimor, why do est thou not discouer, Thy selfe her knight her liegeman and her louer? Lords of Albana, and my peeres in France. Since Balioll is inuested in his rights, And weares the Scottish Diadem, Time is to rouze im that the world may wotte, Scotland disdaines to carrie Englands yoke. Therefore my fried thus put in readines, Why slacke we time to greete the English king? Wi message to et him know our minds, Lord Versses though thy aith and oth be tane, To follow Baliols armes for Scotlands right, Yet is thy heart to Englands honor knit, Therefore in spite of England and thy selfe, Beare thou defiaunce proudly to thy king, Tel him findes heart and hope, To shake o Englands tiranny be time, To reskue Scotlands honor with his sword, Lorde Bru see cast about Versses necke, A strangling halter that he minde his hat. How saest thou Versses wilt thou doe this message? Although no comon post, yet for my king I wil to England maugre Englands might, And doe mine arrand boldly as becomes, Albeit I honor English Edwards name, And hold this suish contemnment to skorne. Then he away as swift as swallow lies, And meete e on our rodes on Englands ground, We there hinke of thy message and thy . Now haue I leasure Lords to bid you welcome into Wales. Welcome sweet Edmund to christen thy young nephew And welcome Cressing, giue me thy hand, But Sussex what became of Mortimor? We haue not seene the man this manie a daie. Besore your highnes rid frō hence to Northam. Sir Roger was a suter to your Grace, Touching faire Elinor Lluellens loue, And so like denide with discontent, A discontinues from your Roial presence. Why Sussex saide we not or Elinor, So she would leaue whom she had loued too long, Shee might haue fuour with my Queene and me, But man, her abou her fortune mounts, And thats a cause she ailes in her accounts. But goe with me my lord of Lancaster, We will goe see my beaous louely Queene, That hath inricht me with a goodly boe. Longsh Ladies by your leaue, how doth my Nell, mine owne ny loue, my life, my heart, my deare, my doue, my Queene, my wife. N thou come, sweet Ned welcome my ioy. Thy Nell presents thee with a louely boy. Kisse him, and christen him after thine owne name. Hey ho whom doe I see, my lord of Lancaster, welcome hartely.