Peele, George · published 1593 · first performed or written 1591 [1590-1593] (Annals) history · Unknown T14 Royal love, favour and dynastic relation typicality 0.73 · 493 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T14: prince, princess, love, king, lord, queen, madam, grace, lady, life.
The whole country of Cambria round about all well horsed, and attended on both men and women in their best array, are come down to do service of love and honour to our late born Prince, your majesties son and honey, the men and women of Sowdone especially have sent in great abundance of cattle & corn enough by computation for your highness household a whole month and more. We thank them all, and will present our Q with these courtesies and presents bestowed on her young Son, and greatly account you for our friends. Who talketh there? A friend Madam. Madam it is the King. Welcome my Lord heigh ho what have we there? Madam the country in all kindness and duty recommend their service and good will to your son and in token of their pure good will, presents him by us with a mantle of freeze richly lined to keep him warm, A mantle of freeze, fie fie for God's sake let me here no more of it and if you love me, fie my lord is this the wisdom and kindness of the country? now I commend me to them all, and if Wales have no more wit or manners, then to clothe a king's son in freeze I have a mantle in store for my boy, that shall I trow make him shine like the son, and presume the streets where he comes. In good time Madam, he is your own, lap him as you list, but I promise thee Nell I would not for ten thousand pounds the country should take unkindness at thy words. 'tis no marvel sure, you have been royally received at their hands, no Ned, but that thy Nell doth want of her will, her boy should glister like the summers Sun in robes as rich as Ioue when he triumphs. His pap should be of precious Nectar made, His food Ambrosia no earthly woman's milk, Sweet fires of Cinnamon to open him by, The Graces on his cradle should attend, Venus should make his bed and wait on him, And Phoebus' daughter sing him still asleep. Thus would I have my boy used as divine, Because he is king Edward's son and mine. And do you mean to make him up in freeze, For God sake lay it up charily, and perfume it against winter, it will make him a goodly warm Christmas coat. Ah Mun my brother, dearer than my life, How this proud honour slays my heart with grief. Sweet Queen how much I pity the effects, This Spanish pride 'grees not with England's prince, Mild is the mind where honour builds his bower, And yet is earthly honour but a flower. Fast to those looks are all my fancy's tide, Pleased with thy sweetness, angry with thy pride. Fie fie methinks I am not where I should be, Or at the least I am not where I would be.
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The whole countrey of Cambriaround about all wel horst, and attended on both men and women in their best array, are come downe to doe seruice of loue and honour to our late born Prince, your Maiesties son and honnie, the men and women of Sowdone especially haue sent in great abundance of cattle & corn enough by computacion for your highnes housheld a whole month and more. We thank them all, and wil present our Q with these curtesies and presents bestowed on her yong Son, and greatly account you for our frends. VVho talketh there? A friend Madam. Madam it is the King. VVelcome my Lord hey ho what haue wee there? Madam the countrey in all kindnes and duty recommend their seruice and good will to your sonne and in token of their pure good will, presents him by vs with a mantle of frize richlie lined to keepe him warm, A mantle of frize, fie fie for Gods sake let me here no more of it and if you loue me, fie my lorde is this the wisedome and kindnes of the countrey? now I commend me to them all, and if VVales haue no more witte or manners, then to cloath a Kings sonne in frize I haue a mantle in store for my boie, that shall I trowe make him shine like the sonne, and presume the streetes where he comes. In good time Madam, he is your own, lappe him as you list, but I promise thee Nell I would not for tenne thousand pounds the countrey should take vnkindnes at thy wordes. Tis no maruaile sure, you haue beene roially receaued at their handes, no Ned, but that thy Nell doth want of her will, her boie should glister like the Sommers Sunne in robes as rich as Ioue when hee triumphes. His pappe should be of precious Nectar made, His food Ambrosia no earthlie womans milke, Sweete fires of Sinamon to open him by, The Graces on hi craddle should attend, Venus should make his bed and waite on him, And Phebus daughter sing him still a sleepe. Thus would I haue my boie vsed as deuine, Because he is king Edwardes sonne and mine. And doe you meane to make him vp in frize, For God sake laie it vp charilie, and perfume it against winter, it will make him a goodly warme Christemas coate. Ah Mun my brother, dearer then my life, How this proude honor slaies my heart with griefe. Sweete Queene how much I pittie the effects, This Spanish pride grees not with Englands prince, Milde is the mind where honor builds his bowre, And yet is earthlie honor but a flowre. Fast to those lookes are all my fancies tide, Pleasde with thy sweetnes, angry with thy pride. Fie fie me thinkes I am not where I shoulde bee, Or at the least I am not where I would be.