Peele, George · published 1593 · first performed or written 1591 [1590-1593] (Annals) history · Unknown unassigned nearest T38 Death, parting and grief at court · 496 words
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Your Grace need not to fear you are on firm ground, it is the Potters Hive, and therefore cheer your Majesty for I will see you safe conducted to the Court, if case your highness be therewithal pleased. I good woman conduct me to the court, that there I may bewail my sinful life, and call to God to save my wretched soul, won a what noise is this I hear? And like your Grace it is the Watermen that calls for passengers to go Westward now. That fits my turn, for I will straight with them to kings town to the Court, and there repose me till the king come home: and therefore sweet woman conceal what thou hast seen, and lead me to those Watermen, for here doth Elinor droop. Come come here's a goodly leading of you is there not, first you must make us afeard, and now I must be troubled in carrying of you, I would you were honestly laid in your bed so that I were not troubled with you. Honour and Fortune wait upon the Crown Of Princely Edward England's valiant king. Thanks Messenger, and if my God vouchsafe That winged Honour wait upon my throne, I'll make her 〈◊〉 her plumbs upon their heads, Whose true allegiance doth confirm the Crown, What news in Wales how wends our business there? The false disturber of that wasted soil, With his adherents is surprised my King: And in assurance he shall start no more, Breathless he lies and headless to my Lords, The circumstance these lines shall here unfold. A harmful weed by wisdom rooted out, Can never hurt the true engrafted plant, But what's the news Sir Thomas Spencer brings? Wonders my Lord, wrapped up in homely words, And Letters to inform your Majesty. O Heavens, what may these miracles portend? Nobles my Queen is sick but what is more, read brother Edmund read a wondrous chance And ●not heard for red so strange a thing. Sweet Queen this sinking is a surfeit ta'en Of pride, wherewith thy woman's man's heart did swell, A dangerous malady in the heart to dwell. Lords march we towards London now in haste, I will go see my love Elinor, And comfort her after this strange affright, And where she is importune to have talk, And secret conference with some Friars of France, Mun thou with me and I with thee will go, And take the sweet confession of my Nell, We will have French enough to parley with the Queen Might I advise your royal majesty, I would not go for millions of gold: What knows your grace disguised if you wend, What you may hear in secrecy revealed? That may appeal and discontent your highness, A goodly creature is your Elinor, Brought up in niceness and in delicacy, Then listen not to her confession Lord, To wound thy heart with some unkind conceit, But as for Lancaster he may not go.
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Your Grace neede not to feare you are on fie grund, it is the Potters Hiue, and therfoere cheare your Maiestie for I wil see you safe conducted to the Court, if case your highnes be therewithall pleased. I good woman conduct me to the court, that there I maie bewile my sinull life, and call to God to saue my wretched soule, won ā what noise is this I hear? And like your Grace it is the Watermen that cals for passengers to goe VVestward now. That fits my turne, for I will straight with them to Kinges towne to the Court, and there repose me till the king come home: and therefore sweete woman conceale what thou hast seene, and leade mee to those Watermen, for here doth Elinor droupe. Come come heres a goodly leading of you is ther not, first you must ake vs afeard, and now I must bee troubled in carrying of you, I would you were honestly lid in your bed so that I were not troubled with you. Honor and Fortune waite vppon the Crowne Of Princee Edward Englands valiant king. Thanks Messenger, and if my God vouchsaf That winged Honor waite vppon my throne, Ile ake her her plubes vppon their heads, Whose true alegeance doth confirme the Crowne, What news in Wales how wends our busines there? The false disturber of that wased soile, VVith hi adherents is surprised my King: And in assurance he shall start no more, Breathles he lies and headles to my Lordes, The circumstance these lines shal here vnfold. A harmfull wede by wisedome rooted out, Cn neuer hurt the true ingratted plant, But whats the newes Sir Thomas Spencer bringes? Wonders my Lord, wrapt vp in homely words, And Letters to informe your Maiestie. O Heauens, what me these miracles portend? Nobles my Queene is but what is more, Reed brother Edmund reede a wdrous chanc And not heard or red s strange a thing. Sweete Queene sincking is a tane Of pride, wherewith thy mans did swell, A dangerous maldie in the heart to dwel. Lords march we toward London now in ast, I will goe see my lou lie Elinor, And cofort her after this strange ffright, And where she is importune to haue talke, And secret conference with some Friers of France, Mun thou with me and I with thee will goe, And take the swete confession of my Nell, We will hue French enough to prlee with the Quee Might I aduise your royall maiestie, I would not goe for millions of golde: What nowes your grace disguised if you wend, What you may heare in secrecy reuealde? That maie appeale and discontent your highnes, A goodly creature is your Elinor, Brought vp in nicenesse and in delicacie, Then lien not to her confession Lord, To wound ty heart with some vnkinde concete, But as for Lancaster he maie not go.