Greene, Robert · published 1594 · first performed or written 1589 [1586-1590] (Annals) comedy · Queen Elizabeth's Men unassigned nearest T43 York and Lancaster: dynastic claims and · 435 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T43: henry, king, richard, warwick, york, edward, father, duke, crown, son.
Martial Plantagenet, Henry's high minded son, The mark that Ellinor did count her aim, I liked thee fore I saw thee, now I love, And so as in so short a time I may: Yet so as time shall never break that so, And therefore so accept of Ellinor. Fear not my Lord, this couple will agree, If love may creep into their wanton eyes: And therefore Edward I accept thee here, Without suspense, as my adopted son. Let me that joy in these consorting greets, And glory in these honours done to Ned, Yield thanks for all these favours to my son, And rest a true Plantagenet to all. Saluete omnes reges, that govern your Greges, in Saxony and Spain, in England and in Almain: for all this frolic table must I cover thee table, with trenchers, salt and cloth, and thenlooke for your broth. What pleasant fellow is this. 'tis my lord, doctor Bacon's poor scholar. My master hath made me sewer of these great lords, and God knows I am as serviceable at a table, as a sow is under an apple tree: 'tis no matter, their cheer shall not be great, and therefore what skills where the salt stand before or behind. Theseschollers knows more skill in actiomes, How to use quips and sleights of Sophistry, Than for to cover courtly for a king. Spill sir, why do you think I never carried twopeny chop before in my life: by your leave, Nobile decus, for here comes doctor Bacon's pecus, being in his full age, to carry a mess of pottage. Lordings admire not if your cheer be this, For we must keep our Academic fare, No riot where Philosophy doth rain, And therefore Henry place these Potentates, And bid them fall unto their frugal cates. Presumptuous Friar, what scoff'st thou at a king, What dost thou taunt us with thy peasants far, And give us cates fit for country swains, Henry proceeds this jest of thy consent, To twit us with such a pittance of such price, Tell me, and Frederick will not grieve the long. By Henry's honour and the royal faith The English monarch beareth to his friend: I knew not of the friars feeble fare, Nor am I pleased he entertains you thus. Content thee Frederick for I showed the cates To let thee see how scholars use to feed: How little meat refines our English wits, Miles take away, and let it be thy dinner. Marry sir I will, this day shall be a festival day with me, For I shall exceed in the highest degree.
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Martiall Plantagenet, Henries high minded ſonne The marke that Ellinor did count her aime, I likte thee fore I ſaw thee, now I loue, And ſo as in ſo ſhort a time I may: Yet ſo as time ſhall neuer breake that ſo, And therefore ſo accept of Ellinor. Feare not my Lord, this couple will agree, If loue may creepe into their wanton eyes: And therefore Edward I accept thee heere, Without ſuſpence, as my adopted ſonne. Let me that ioy in theſe conſorting greets, And glorie in theſe honors done to Ned, Yeeld thankes for all theſe fauours to my ſonne, And reſt a true Plantagenet to all. Saluete mnes reges, that gouern your Greges, in Saxonie and Spaine, in England and in Almaine: for all this frolicke table muſt I couer thee table, with trenchers, ſalt and cloth, and thenlooke for your broth. What pleaſant fellow is this. Tis my lord, doctor Bacons poore ſcholler. My maiſter hath made me ſewer of theſe great lords, and God knowes I am as ſeruiceable at a table, as a ſow is vnder n apple tree: tis no matter, their cheere ſhall not be great, and therefore what skils where the ſalt ſtand before or behinde. Theſeſchollers knowes more skill in actiomes, How to vſe quips and ſleights of Sophiſtrie, Than for to couer courtly for a king. Spill ſir, why doe you thinke I neuer carried twopeny chop before in my life: by your leaue, Nobile dcus, for here comes doctor Bacons pecus, being in his full age, to carrie a meſſe of pottage. Lordings admire not if your cheere be this, For we muſt keepe our Accademicke fare, No riot where Philoſophi doth raine, And therefore Henrie place theſe Potentates, And bid them fall vnto their frugall cates. Preſumptuous Frier, what ſcoffſt thou at a king, What doeſt thou taunt vs with thy peſants fare, And giue vs cates fit for countrey ſwaines, Henrie proceeds this ieſt of thy conſent, To twit vs with ſuch a pittance of ſuch price, Tell me, and Fredericke will not greeue the long. By Henries honour and the royall faith The Engliſh monarcke beareth to his friend: I knew not of the friers feeble fare, Nor am I pleaſd he entertaines you thus. Content thee Fredericke for I ſhewd the cates To let thee ſee how ſchollers ſe to feede: How little mate refines our Engliſh wits, Miles take away, and let it be thy dinner. Marry ſir I wil, this day ſhal be a feſtiual day with me, For I ſhall exceed in the higheſt degree.