Peele, George · published 1593 · first performed or written 1591 [1590-1593] (Annals) history · Unknown unassigned nearest T53 The crown: kingship claimed, resigned an · 487 words
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what wants my Queen to perfect her content, But ask and have the King will not repent. Thanks gentle Edward, lords have at you then, Have at you all long bearded Englishmen, Have at you lords and ladies when I crave, To give your English pride a Spanish brave. What means my Queen Gloster, this is a Spanish fit. Ned thou hast granted and canst not revoke it. Sweet Queen say on my word shall be my deed. Then shall my words make many a bosom bleed. Reed Ned thy queen's request leapt up in rhyme, And say thy Nell had skill to choose her time. The pride of Englishmens long hair, Is more than England's Queen can bear: Women's right breast cut them off all, And let the great tree perish with the small. What means my lovely Elinor by this? Not be denied for my request it is. The rhyme is, that men's beards and women's breasts be cut off etc. Gloster, an old said saying, he that grants all is asked, Is much harder than Hercules' task. Were the King so mad as the Queen is wood, Here were an end of England's good. My word is pall I am well agreed, Let men's beards milt and women's bosoms bleed. Call forth my Barbers, Lords we'll first begin. Come sirrah cut me close unto the chin, And round me even seest thou by a dish, Leave not a look my Queen shall have her wish. What Ned. those locks that ever pleased thy Were her desire, where her delight doth dwell, (Nell? Wilt thou deface that silver labyrinth? More orient than pimpled hyacinth, Sweet Ned, thy sacred person ought not droop, Though my command make other gallants stoop. Madam, pardon me and pardon all, No justice but the great runs with the small. Tell me good Gloster art thou not afeard? No my Lord but resolved to lose my beard. Now Madam if you purpose to proceed, To make so many guiltless Ladies bleed. Here must the law begin, sweet Elinor at thy breast, And stretch itself with violence to the rest. False Princes ought no other do, Fair lady, than they would be done unto. What logic call you this, doth Edward mock his love? No Nell he doth as best in honour doth behove, And prays thee gentle Queen, and let my praies move, Leave these ungentle thoughts, put on a milder mind, Sweet looks, not lofty, civil mood becomes a woman's kind: And live as being dead, and buried in the ground, Thou mayst for affability and honour be renowned. Nay and you preach, I pray my lord begone, The child will cry and trouble you anon. Proud incest in the cradle of disdain, Bred up in court of pride, brought up in Spain, Dost thou command him coily from thy sight? That is the star, the glory of thy sight.
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VVat wants my Queene to perfecte her content, But aske and haue the King will not repent. Thankes gentle Edward, lordes haue at you then, Haue at you all long bearded Englishmen, Haue at you lords and ladies when I craue, To giue your English pride a Spanish braue. VVhat meanes my Queene Gloster, this is a Spanish fitte. Ned thou hast graunted and canst not reuoke it. Sweete Queene saie on my worde shall bee my deede. Then shal my wordes make many a bosom bleede. Reede Ned thy Queenes request lapt vp in rime, And saie thy Nell had skil to choose her time. The pride of Englishmens long haire, Is more then Englands Queene can beare: VVomens right breast cut them off al, And let the great tree pensh with the small. VVhat meanes my louelie Elinor by this? Not be denide for my request it is. The rime is, that mens beards and womens breasts bee cutte off &c. Gloster, an olde said saying, he that grants all is askt, Is much arder then Hercules taske. VVere the King so mad as the Queen is wood, Here were an end of Englands good. My word is pall I am well agreede, Let mens beards milt and womens bosomes bleed. Call foorth my Barbers, Lords weele first beginne. Come sira cutte me close vnto the chinne, And und me euen seest thou by a dishe, not a loke y Quene shall haue her wishe. VVhat Ned. those locks that euer pleasd thy VVere her desire, where her deight doth dwell, (Nel? VVilt thou deface that siluer laborinth? More orient then pimpilde Hyancinth, Sweete Ned, thy sacred person ought not droupe, Though my command mke other gallants stoupe. Madam, pardon me and pardon all, No iustice but the great runnes with the small. Tell me good Gloster art thou not affeard? No my Lord but resolude to lose my bearde. Now Madam if you purpose to proceede, To make so many guiltles Ladies bleede. Here must the law begin, sweete Elinor at thy breast, And strech it selfe with violence to the rest. Flse Princes ought no other doe, Faire ladie, then they would be done vnto. VVhat logick cal you this, doth Edward mock his loue? No Nell he doth as best in honor doth behoue, And praies thee gentle Queene, and let my praies moue, Leaue these vngentle thoughts, put on a milder mind, Sweet lookes, not loftie, ciuil mood becomes a womans kinde: And liue as being dead, and buried in the ground, Thou maist for affability and honor be renownde. Naie and you preach, I pray my lord begon, The childe will crie and trouble you anon. Proud incest in the craddle of disdaine, Bred vp in court of pride, brought vp in Spaine, Doest thou command him coily from thy sight? That is the starre, the glorie of thy sight.