Greene, Robert · published 1594 · first performed or written 1589 [1586-1590] (Annals) comedy · Queen Elizabeth's Men unassigned nearest T14 Royal love, favour and dynastic relation · 497 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T14: prince, princess, love, king, lord, queen, madam, grace, lady, life.
Some fiend or ghost haunt on thy weary steps, Until they do transport thee quick to hell, For Bacon shall have never merry day, To lose the fame and honour of his Head. Now lovely Prince the prince of Albion's wealth, How fares the lady Ellinor and you: What have you courted and found Castille fit, To answer England in equivolence Wilt be a match twixt bonny Nell and thee. Should Paris enter in the courts of Greece, And not lie fettered in fair Helen's looks, Or Phoebus scape those piercing amorits, That Daphne glaunsed at his deity: Can Edward then sit by a flame and freeze, Whose heat puts Helen and fair Daphne down, Now Monarchs' ask the lady if we 'gree. What madam hath my son found grace or no. Seeing my lord his lovely counterfeit, And hearing how his mind and shape agreed, I come not trooped with all this warlike train, Doubting of love, but so effectionat As Edward hath in England what he won in Spain. A match my lord, these wantoness needs must love, Men must have wives and women will be wed, Let's hast the day to honour up the rites. Sirrah Harry, shall Ned marry Nell. I Ralph, how then. Marry Harrie follow my counsel, send for friar Bacon to marry them, for he'll so conjure him and her with his Necromancy, that they shall love together like pig and lamb whilst they live. But hearst thou Ralph, art thou content to have Ellinor to thy lady. I so she will promise me two things. What's that Ralph. That she will never scold with Ned nor fight with me, Sirrah Harry I have put her down with a thing unpossible, What's that Ralph. Why Harrie didst thou ever see that a woman could both hold her tongue and her hands, no but when egge-pies grows on appletrees, then will thy grey mare prove a bagpiper. What says the lord of Castille and the earl of Lincoln, that they are in such earnest and secret talk. I stand my lord amazed at his talk How he discourseth of the constancy, Of one surnamed for beauties excellence, The fair maid of merry Fresingfield. 'tis true my lord, 'tis wondrous for to hear, Her beauty passing Marces paramour: Her virgins right as rich as Vesta's was, Lacie and Ned hath told me miracles. What says lord Lacie, shall she be his wife. Or else lord Lacie is unfit to live, May it please your highness give me leave to post To Fresingfield Ilefetch the bonny girl, And prove in true appearance at the court What I have vouched often with my tongue. Lacie, go to the query of my stable, And take such coursers as shall fit thy turn, High thee to Frefingfield and bring home the lass, And for her fame flies through the English coast, If it may please the lady Ellinor, One day shall match your excellence and her,
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Some fiend or ghoſt haunt on thy wearie ſteps, Vntill they doe tranſport thee quicke to hell, For Bacon ſhall haue neuer merrie day, To looſe the fame and honour of his Head. Now louely Prince the prince of Albions wealth, How fares the ladie Ellinor and you: What haue you courted and found Caſtile fit, To anſwer England in equiuoence Wilt be a match twixt bonny Nell and thee. Should Paris enter in the courts of Greece, And not lie fettered in faire Hellens lookes, Or Phobus ſcape thoſe piercing amorits, That Daphne glaunſed at his ditie: Can Edward then it by a flame and freeze, Whoſe heat puts Hellen and faire Daphne downe, Now Monarcks aske the ladie if we gree. What madam hath my ſon found grace or no. Seeing my lord his louely counterfeit, And hearing how his minde and ſhape agreed, I come not troopt with all this warlike traine, Doubting of loue, but ſo effectionat As Edward hath in England what he wonne in Spaine. A match my lord, theſe wantons needes muſt loue, Men muſt haue wiues and women will be wed, Lets haſt the day to honour vp the rites. Sirha Harry, ſhall Ned marry Nell. I Raphe, how then. Marrie Harrie follow my counſaile, ſend for frier Bacon to marrie them, for heele ſo coniure him and her with his Nigromancie, that they ſhall loue togither like pigge and lamb whileſt they liue. But hearſt thou Raphe, art thou content to haue llinor to thy ladie. I ſo ſhe will promiſe me two things. Whats that Raphe. That ſhee will neuer ſcold with Ned nor fight with me, Sirha Harry I haue put her downe with a thing vnpoſsible, Whats that Raphe. Why Harrie didſt thou euer ſee that a woman could both hold her tongue and her handes, no but when egge-pies growes on apple-trees, then will thy gray mare prooue a bagpiper. What ſaies the lord of Caſtile and the earle of Lincolne, that they are in ſuch earneſt and ſecret talke. I ſtand my lord amazed at his talke How he diſcourſeth of the conſtancie, Of one ſurnam'd fot beauties excellence, The faire maid of merrie Freſingfield. Tis true my lord, tis wondrous for to heare, Her beautie paſsing Marces parramour: Her virgins right as rich as Veſtas was, Lacie and Ned hath told me miracles. What ſaies lord Lacie, ſhall ſhe be his wife. Or els lord Lacie is vnfit to liue, May it pleaſe your highneſſe giue me leaue to poſt To Freſingfield Ilefetch the bonny girle, And prooue in true apparance at the court What I haue vouched often with my tongue. Lacie, go to the quirie of my ſtable, And take ſuch courſers as ſhall fit thy turne, Hie thee to Frefingfield and bring home the laſſe, And for her fame flies through the Engliſh coaſt, If it may pleaſe the ladie Ellinor, One day ſhall match your excellence and her,