Peele, George · published 1593 · first performed or written 1591 [1590-1593] (Annals) history · Unknown unassigned nearest T14 Royal love, favour and dynastic relation · 482 words
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I thank your grace, sweet Nell well met withal. Brother Emund hers a kinsman of yours you must need, be acquainted. A goodly boy God bless him, give me your hand Sir, you are welcome into Wales. Brother there's a fist I warrant you will hold Mace as fast as ever did father or grandfather before him. But tell in now leapt in lily bands, How with my Queen, my lovely boy it stands: After thy journey and these child bed pains. Sick mine own Ned thy Nell for thy company: That lured her with thy lies all so far, To follow thee unwieldy in thy war, But I forgive thee Ned my limbs' delight: So thy young son thou see be bravely dight, And in Carnarvan christened royally. Sweet love let him be leapt most curiously, He is thine own, as true as he is thine, Take order then that he be passing fine. My lovely Lady let that care be less, For my young son the country will I feast: And have him borne as bravely to the font; As ever yet king's son to Christening went. Lack thou no precious thing to comfort thee, De rear then England's Diadem unto me. Thanks gentle Lord, nurse rock the Cradle, fie: The King so near, and here the boy to cry? Joan take him up and sing a Lullaby. Ti wel beleeue me wench godamercie I, Sle learnes my Lord to ull a young one of her owne. Give me some drink. Drink Nectar my sweet Nell, Worthy for seat in heaven with Ioue to dwell. Gramercis Ned, now well remembered yet, I have a suit sweet lord, but you must not deny it, Whereas my Lord of Gloster, good Clare mine host, my guide, Good Ned let Joan of Acon be his bride, Assure yourself that they are thoroughly wooed. God send the King be taken in the mood, Than Niece 'tis like that you shall have a husband, Come hither Gloster hold give her thy hand, Take her, sole daughter to the Queen of England. For news he brought Nell of my young son, I promised him as much as I have done. We humbly thank your majesty. Much joy may them betide, A gallant bridegroom and a princely bride. Now say sweet Queen what doth my Lady crave? Tell me what name shall this young Welshman have, Borne Prince of wales by Cambria's full consent. Edward the name, that doth me well content, Then Edward of Carnarvan shall he be, And Prince of Wales christened in royalty. My Lord I think the Queen would take a nap, Nurse take the child and hold in your lap, Farewell good Joan be careful of my Queen. sleep Nell, the fairest Swan mine eyes have seen. I had forgot-to ask your Majesty. How do you with the abbeys here in Wales,
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I thanke your grace, sweet Nell wel mette withall. Brother Emund hers a kinsman of yours you must neede, be acquainted. A goodly boy God blesse him, giue mee your hand Sir, you are welcome into Wales. Brother thers a fist I warrant you wil holde Mace as ft as euer did father or grandfather before him. But el in now lapt in Lillie bands, How with my Queen, my louely boe it stands: After thy iourney and these child bed paines. Sicke mine owne Ned thy Nell for thy companie: That lured her with thy lies all so farre, To follow thee vnweldie in thy warre, But I forgiue thee Ned my ms delight: So thy young sonne thou see be brauelie dight, And in Carnaruan christened roiallie. Sweet loue let him be lapt most curiouslie, He is thine owne, as true as he is thine, Take order then that he be passing fine. My louelie Ladie let that care be lesse, For my young sonne the countrey wil I feast: And haue him borne as brauely to the sunt; As euer yet Kings sonne to Christning went. Lacke thou no precious thing to comfort thee, De reare then Englands Diadem vnto me. Thankes gentle Lord, nurse rocke the Cr dle, fie: The King so neare, and here the boie to cri? Ione take him vp and sing a Lullabie. Ti wel beleeue me wench godamercie I, Sle learnes my Lord to ull a young one of her owne. Giue me some drinke. Drinke Nectar my sweete Nell, Worthy for seat in heauen with Ioue to dwell. Gramercis Ned, now wel remembred yet, I haue a suite sweete lord, but you must not denie it, Whereas my Lord of Gloster, good Clae mine host, my guide, Good Ned let Ione of Acon be his bride, Assure your selfe that they are throughly wooed. God send the King be taken in the mood, Then Neece tis like that you shall haue a husband, Come hither Gloster hold giue her thy hand, Take her, sole daughter to the Queene of England. For newes hee brought Nell of my young sonne, I promist him as much as I haue done. We humbly thanke your maiestie. Much ioy may them betide, A gallant bridegrome and a princely bride. Now say sweete Queene what doth my Lady craue? Tell me what name shal this young Welshman haue, Borne Prince of wales by Cambrias full consent. Edward the name, that doth me wel content, Then Edward of Carnaruan shal he be, And Prince of Wales christned in roialtie. My Lord I thinke the Queene would take a nappe, Nurse take the childe and hold in your lappe, Farewell good Ione be careful of my Queen. Sleep Nell, the fairest Swan mine eies haue seene. I had forgot-to aske your Maiesty. How doe you with the Abbies here in Wales,