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 · 515 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T14: prince, princess, love, king, lord, queen, madam, grace, lady, life.
Gramercies Lordlings, old Plantagenet, That rules and sways the Albion diadem, With tears discovers these conceived joys, And vows requital, if his men at arms, The wealth of England, or due honours done To Elinor, may quite his favourites. But all this while what say you to the Dames, That shine like to the crystal lamps of heaven? If but a third were added to these two They did surpass those gorgeous images, That gloried Ida with rich beauty's wealth. 'tis I my lords who humbly on my knee, Must yield her orisons to mighty Ioue, For lifting up his handmaid to this state, Brought from her homely cottage to the court, And graced with King's Princes and Emperors, To whom (next to the noble Lincoln Earl) I vow obedience, and such humble love, As may a handmaid to such mighty men. Thou martial man that wears the Almain crown, And you the western Potentates of might, The Albion Princess, English Edward's wife, Proud that the lovely star of Frisingfield, Fair Margaret, Countess to the Lincoln Earl, Attends on Elinor, gramercies Lord for her, 'tis I give thanks for Margaret to you all, And rest for her due bounden to yourselves. Seeing the marriage is solemnized, Let's march in triumph to the royal feast, But why stands Friar Bacon here so mute? Repentant for the follies of my youth, That Magic's secret mysteries misled, And joyful that this royal marriage, Portends such bliss unto this matchless realm. Why Bacon what strange event shall hap to this land Or what shall grow from Edward and his Queen. I find by deep prescience of mine art, Which once I tempered in my secret cell, That here where Brute did build his Troynovant, From forth the royal garden of a King, Shall flourish out, so rich and fair a bud, Whose brightness shall deface proud Phoebus' flower, And overshadow Albion with her leaves. Till then, Mars shall be master of the field, But then the stormy threats of wars shall cease, The horse shall stamp as careless of the pike, Drums shallbe turned to timbrels of delight, With wealthy favours, plenty shall enrich, The strand that gladded wandering Brute to see, And peace from heaven shall harbour in these leaves, That gorgeous beautifies this matchless flower, Apollo's Hellitropian then shall stoop, And Venus hyacinth shall vail her top, Iuno shall shut her gilly-flowers up, And Palace bay shall bash her brightest green, Ceres carnation in consort with those, Shall stoop and wonder at Diana's rose. This prophesy is mystical, But glorious commanders of Europa's love, That makes fair England like that wealthy I'll, Circled with Gihen, and first Euphrates, In royallising Henry's Albion, With presence of your princely mightiness, Let's march, the tables all are spread, And viands such as England's wealth affords, Are ready set to furnish out the boards, You shall have welcome mighty potentates, It rests to furnish up this royal feast, Only your hearts be frolic for the time, Craves that we taste of nought but iovysaunce, Thus glories England over all the west.
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Gramercies Lordlings, old Plantagenet, That rules and ſwayes the Albion diademe, With teares diſcouers theſe conceaued ioyes, And vowes requitall, if his men at armes, The wealth of England, or due honours done To Ellinour, may quite his fauorites. But all this while what ſay you to the Dames, That ſhine like to the criſtall lampes of heauen? If but a third were added to theſe two They did ſurpaſſe thoſe gorgeous images, That gloried Ida with rich beauties wealth. Tis I my lords who humbly on my knee, Muſt yelde her oriſons to mighti Ioue, For lifting vp his handmaide to this ſtate, Brought from her homely cottage to the court, And graſte with Kings Princes and Emperours, To whom (next to the noble Lincolne Earle) I vowe obedience, and ſuch humble loue, As may a handmaid to ſuch mightie men. Thou mrtiall man that wears the Almaine crowne, And you the weſterne Potentates of might, The Albian Princeſſe, Engliſh Edwards wife, Prowde that the louely ſtar of Friſingfield, Faire Margret, Counteſſe to the Lincolne Earle, Attendes on Ellinour, gramercies Lord for her, Tis I giue thanks for Margret to you all, And reſt for her due bounden to your ſelues. Seeing the marriage is ſolemniſed, Lets martch in triumph to the royall feaſt, But why ſtands Frier Bacon here ſo mute? Repentant for the follies of my youth, That Magicks ſecreat miſteries miſled, And ioyfull that this roiall marriage, Portendes ſuch bliſſe vnto this matchles realme. Why Bacon what ſtraunge euēt ſhall happē to this land Or what ſhall grow from Edward and his Queene. I find by deepe praeſcience of mine art, Which once I tempred in my ſecreat cell, That here where Brute did build his Troynouant, From forth the royall garden of a King, Sall flowriſh out, ſo rich and faire a bud, Whoſe brightneſſe ſhall deface proude Phoebus flowr, And ouer-ſhadow Albion with her leaues. Til then, Mars ſhal be maiſter of the field, But then the ſtormie threats of wars ſhall ceaſe, The horſe ſhall ſtampe as careles of the pike, Dums ſhallbe turnd to timbrells of delight, With wealthy fauours, plentie ſhall enrich, The ſtrond that gladded wandring Brute to ſee, And peace from heauen ſhall harbour in theſe leaues, That gorgeous beautifies this matchles flower, Appollos Hellitropian then ſhall ſtoope, And Venus hyacinth ſhall vaile her top, Iuno ſhall ſhut her Gilliflowers vp, And Pallace bay ſhall baſh her brighteſt greene Ceres carnation in conſort with thoſe, Shall ſtoope and wonder at Dianas roſe. This Propheſie is myſticall, But glorious commaunders of Europas loue, That makes faire England like that wealthy Ile, Circled with Gihen, and firſt Euphrates, In royalliſing Henries Albion, With preſence of your princelie mightines, Lets march, the tables all are ſpread, And viands ſuch as Englands wealth affoords, Are ready ſet to furniſh out the boords, You ſhall haue welcome mighty potentates, It reſts to furniſh vp this royall feaſt, Only your hearts be frolick for the time, Craues that we taſt of nought but iouyſaunce, Thus glories England ouer all the weſt.