Anonymous · published 1594 · first performed or written 1592 [Jun 10] (Annals) moral · Derby's (Strange's) Men unassigned nearest T16 Gallantry: ladies, lordships and complim · 488 words
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Thanks Osrick, but I think I am not welcome, Because I cannot see fair Alfrida: Osrick, I will not stay, nor eat with thee, Till I have seen the Earl of Cornwall's wife. If it please your Majesty to stay with us, My wife shall wait as handmaid on your Majesty: And in her duty show her husband's love: And in good time, my Lord, see where she comes: you must leave your kitchen tricks, And use no words but princely Majesty. Now Iesus bless your honourable Grace, Come I pray, sit down, you are welcome by my troth, As God save me here's never a napkin, fie, fie, Come on, I pray eat some plums, they be sugar, Here's good drink by Lady, why do you not eat? May, pray thee eat Alfrida, it is enough for me to see thee eat, I thank you heartily: by my troth here's never a cushion By my troth I'll knock you anon, go to. My Lord, this is not Alfrida, this is the kitchen maid, Peace Perin, I have found their subtlety, Ethenwald, I pray thee let me see thy kitchen Maid, methinks it is a pretty homely Wench: I promise thee, Ethenwald, I like her well. My Lord, she is a homely kitchen maid, And one whose bringing up hath been but rude: And far unfit for Edgar's company: But if your Grace want merry company, I will send for Ladies wise and courteous. To be associates with your Majesty. Or if you Grace will have musicians sent for, I will fetch your Grace the best in all this land. Ethenwald, no, I will have the kitchen maid, And therefore, if you love me, send for her. For till she come I cannot be content. Father, I will not fetch her: zwouns, see where she comes Successful fortune and his hearts content, Daily attend the person of the King. And Edgar know that I am Alfrida, daughter to Osrick, And lately made the Earl of Cornwall's wife. Why, is not this Alfrida? No, my good Lord, it is the kitchen maid, Whom Ethenwald in too much love to me, Hath thus attired to dally with the King. By my troth (my Lord) she lies, go to, I'll course you by and by. Away (base strumpet) get thee from my sight. Go your ways, you are a cogging knave I warrant you. Base Ethenwald, dissembler that thou art, So to dissemble with thy Sovereign, And afterward under a show of love, Thou camest to soothe thy leasing to the King, Meaning by that to make me to conceive, That thy intent was just and honourable: But see, at last thou hast deceived thyself, And Edgar hath found out thy subtlety, Which is requite, think Edgar is thy enemy, And vows to be revenged for this ill. Go to thy husband beauteous Alfrida, For Edgar can subdue affects in love.
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Thankes Osrick, but I thinke I am not welcome, Because I cannot see faire Alfrida: Osricke, I will not stay, nor eat with thee, Till I haue seene the Earle of Cornwels wife. If it please your Maiestie to stay with vs, My wyfe shal wayt as handmaid on your Maiestie: And in her dutie shew her husbands loue: And in good tyme, my Lord, see where she comes: you must leaue your kitchin tricks, And vse no words but princelie Maiestie. Now Iesus blesse your honourable Grace, Cme I pray, sit down, you are welcome by my trth, As God saue me heres neuer a napkin, fie, fie, Come on, I pray eat some plums, they be sugar, Heres good drinke by Ladie, why do you not eate? May, pray thee eat Alfrida, it is ynough for me to see thee eat, I thank you hartily: by my troth heres neuer a cushen By my troth Ile kock you anon, go to. My Lord, this is not Alfrida, this is the kitchin maid, Peace Perin, I haue found their subtiltie, Ethenwald, I pray thee let me see thy kitchin Maid, Me thinks it is a pretie homely Wench: I promise thee, Ethenwald, I like her well. My Lord, she is a homelie kitchin maid, And one whose bringing vp hath bene but rude: And far vnfit for Edgars companie: But if your Grace want merrie companie, I will send for Ladies wise and curteous. To be associates with your Maiestie. Or if you Grace will haue Musitians sent for, I will fetch your Grace the best in all this land. Etherwald, no, I will haue the kitchin maid, And therefore, if you loue me, send for her. For till she come I cannot be content. Father, I wil not fetch her: zwouns, see where she comes Succesful fortune and his hearts content, Daily attend the person of the King. And Edgar know that I am Alfrida, daughter to Osrick, And lately made the Earle of Cornwals wyfe. Why, is not this Alfrida? No, mygood Lord, it is the kitchin maid, Whom Ethenwald in too much loue to me, Hath thus attyrde to dallie with the King. By my troth (my Lord) she lies, go to, Ile course you by and by. Away (base strumpet) get the from my sight. Go your waies, you are a cogging knaue I warrant you. Base Ethenwald, dissembler thae thou art, So to dissemble with thy Soueraigne, afterward vnder a shewe of loue, Thou camst to sooth thy leasing to the King, Meaning by that to make me to conceiue, That thy intent was iust and honourable: But see, at last thou hast deceiued thy selfe, And Edgar hath found out thy subtilie, Which is requite, thinke Edgar is thy enemie, And vowes to be reuenged for this ill. Go to thy husband beauteous Alfrida, For Edgar can subdew affects in loue.