A Looking Glass for London and England · chunk 21 of 39
Lodge, Thomas / Greene, Robert · published 1594 · first performed or written 1588 [1587-1588] (Annals) biblical play; moral · Derby's (Strange's) Men T53 The crown: kingship claimed, resigned an typicality 0.89 · 482 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T53: crown, king, state, life, lord, lords, live, queen, tullia, prince.
I like thy pride, I praise thy policy, Such should they be that wait upon my Court. Let me alone to answer (Radagon.) Villains, seditious traitors as you be, That scandalise the honour of a King, Depart my Court you stales of impudence, Unless you would be parted from your limbs, So base for to entitle fatherhood, To Rasnes friend, to Rasnes favourite? Hence begging scold, hence caitiff clogged with years, On pain of death revisit not the Court. UUas I conceiu'd by such a scuruie trull, Or brought to light by such a lump of dirt: Go Lozel troth it to the cart and spade, Thou art unmeet to look upon a King, Much less to be the father of a King. You may see wife what a goodly piece of work you have made, have I taught you Arsmetry, as additiori multiplicarum, the rule of three, and all for the begetting of a boy, and to be banished for my labour. O pitiful hearing. Come Clesiphon follow me. Brother beware, I oft have heard it told, That sons who do their father's scorn, shall beg when they be old. Hence bastard boy for fear you taste the whip. Oh all you heavens, and you eternal powers, That sway the sword of justice in your hands, (If mothers curses for her sons contempt, May fill the balance of your fury full) power down the tempest of your direful plagues, Upon the head of cursed Radagon. So you are just, now triumph Samia. What exorcizing charm, or hateful hag. Hath ravished the pride of my delight? What tortuous planets, or malevolent Conspiring power, repining destiny Hath made the concave of the earth unclose, And shut in ruptures lovely Radagon? If I be Lord-commander of the clouds, King of the earth, and Sovereign of the seas, What daring Saturn from his fiery den, Doth dart these furious flames amidst my Court? I am not chief, there is more great than I, What greater than Th'assirian Satrapos? It may not be, and yet I fear there is, That hath bereft me of my Radagon. Monarch and Potentate of all our Provinces, Muse not so much upon this accident, Which is indeed nothing miraculous, The hill of Scicely, dread Sovereign, Sometime on sudden doth evacuate, Whole flakes of fire, and spews out from below The smoky brands that Vulueus bellows drive, Whether by winds enclosed in the earth, Or fracture of the earth by rivers force, Such chances as was this, are often seen, Whole Cities sunk, whole Countries drowned quite, Then muse not at the loss of Radagon. But frolic with the dalliance of your love. Let clothes of purple set with studs of gold, Embellished with all the pride of earth, Be spread for Aluida to sit upon. Then thou like Mars courting the queen of love, Mayst drive away this melancholy fit.
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I like thy pride, I praise thy pollicie, Such should they be that wait vpon my Court. Let me alone to answere (Radagon.) Uillaines, seditious traitors as you be, That scandalize the honour of a King, Depart my Court you stales of impudence, Unlesse you would be parted from your limmes, So base for to intitle father-hood, To Rasnes friend, to Rasnes fauourite? Hence begging scold, hence caitiue clogd with yeares, On paine of death reuisit not the Court. UUas I conceiu'd by such a scuruie trull, Or brought to light by such a lump of dirt: Go Lossell trot it to the cart and spade, Thou art vnméete to looke vpon a King, Much lesse to be the father of a King. You may sée wife what a goodly péece of worke you haue made, haue I tought you Arsmetry, as additiori multiplicarum, the rule of thrée, and all for the begetting of a boy, and to be banished for my labour. O pittifull hearing. Come Clesiphon follow me. Brother beware, I oft haue heard it told, That sonnes who do their fathers scorne, shall beg when they be old. Hence bastard boy for feare you taste the whip. Oh all you heauens, and you eternall powers, That sway the sword of iustice in your hands, (If mothers curses for her sonnes contempt, May fill the ballance of your furie full) Powre downe the tempest of your direfull plagues, Upon the head of cursed Radagon. So you are iust, now triumph Samia. What exorcising charme, or hatefull hag. Hath rauished the pride of my delight? What tortuous planets, or maleuolent Conspiring power, repining destenie Hath made the concaue of the earth vnclose, And shut in ruptures louely Radagon? If I be Lord-commander of the cloudes, King of the earth, and Soueraigne of the seas, What daring Saturne from his fierie denne, Doth dart these furious flames amidst my Court? I am not chiefe, there is more great then I, What greater then Th'assirian Satrapos? It may not be, and yet I feare there is, That hath bereft me of my Radagon. Monarch and Potentate of all our Prouinces, Muse not so much vpon this accident, Which is indeed nothing miraculous, The hill of Scicely, dread Soueraigne, Sometime on sodaine doth euacuate, Whole flakes of fire, and spues out from below The smoakie brands that Vulueus bellowes driue, Whether by windes inclosed in the earth, Or fracture of the earth by riuers force, Such chances as was this, are often séene, Whole Cities suncke, whole Countries drowned quite, Then muse not at the losse of Radagon. But frolicke with the dalliance of your loue. Let cloathes of purple set with studdes of gold, Embellished with all the pride of earth, Be spred for Aluida to sit vpon. Then thou like Mars courting the quéene of loue, Maist driue away this melancholy fit.