Greene, Robert · published 1630 · first performed or written 1589 [1586-1590] (Annals) comedy · Queen Elizabeth's Men unassigned nearest T14 Royal love, favour and dynastic relation · 516 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T14: prince, princess, love, king, lord, queen, madam, grace, lady, life.
Gramercies, Lordings, 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 Eleanor, 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 Kings, 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 Fressingfield, Fair Marg'ret, Countess to the Lincoln Earl, Attends on Eleanor: gramercies, Lord, for her. 'tis I give thanks for Marg'ret to you all, And rest for her due bounden to yourselves. Seeing the marriage is solemnised, 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 shall be 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 veil her top, Iuno shall shut her Gilliflowers up, And Pallas Bay shall bash her brightest green. Ceres carnation in comfort 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 isle, Circled with Gihon and first Euphrates, In royalizing 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 jouissance. Thus glories England over all the West.
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Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
Gramercies, Lordings, old Plantagenet, That rules and ſwayes the Albion Diademe, With teares diſcouers theſe conceiued ioyes, And vowes requitall, if his men at armes, The wealth of England, or due honours done To Ellinor, may quite his Fauorites. But all this while what ſay you to the Dames, That ſhine like to the chriſtall 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 yeeld her horiſons to mighty 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 vow obedience, and ſuch humble loue, As may a handmaid to ſuch mighty men. Thou martiall man, that weares the Almaine Crown, And you the Weſterne Potentates of might, The Albian Princeſſe Engliſh Edwards wife, Proud that the louely ſtar of Freſingfield, Faire Margret, Counteſſe to the Lincolne Earle, Attends on Ellinour: gramercies, Lord, for her▪ Tis I giue thankes for Margret to you all, And reſt for her due bounden to your ſelues. Seeing the marriage is ſolemnized, Let's march in triumph to the Royall feaſt. But why ſtands Fryer Bacon here ſo mute? Repentant for the follies of my youth, That Magicks ſecret myſteries miſled, And ioyfull that this Royall marriage Portends ſuch bliſſe vnto this matchleſſe Realme. Why, Bacon, what ſtrange euent ſhall happē to this Lād? Or what ſhall grow from Edward and his Queene? I find by deepe praeſcience of mine Art, Which once I tempred in my ſecret Cell, That here where Brute did build his Troynouant, From forth the Royall Garden of a King, Shall flouriſh out ſo rich and faire a bud, Whoſe brightneſſe ſhall deface proud Phoebus flowre, And ouer-ſhadow Albion with her leaues. Till then, Mars ſhall be maſter of the field, But then the ſtormy threats of wars ſhall ceaſe, The horſe ſhall ſtampe as careleſſe of the pike, Drums ſhall be turn'd to timbrels of delight, With wealthy fauours, plenty ſhall enrich The ſtrond that gladded wandring to ſee, And peace from heauen ſhall harbour in theſe leaues, That gorgeous beautifies this matchleſſe flower, Apollos Hellitropian then ſhall ſtoope, And Ʋenus hyacinth ſhall vaile her top, Iuno ſhall ſhut her Gilliflowers vp, And Pallas Bay ſhall baſh her brighteſt greene▪ Ceres carnation in confort with thoſe, Shall ſtoope and wonder at Diana's Roſe. This Propheſie is myſticall, But glorious Commanders of Europa's loue, That makes faire England like that wealthy Ile, Circled with Gihen▪ and firſt Euphrates, In Royallizing Henries Albion, With preſence of your prinely mightineſſe, Let's march, the tables all are ſpred, And viandes ſuch as Englands wealth affords, Are ready ſet to furniſh out the bords, You ſhall haue welcome, mighty Potentates, It reſts to furniſh vp this Royall Feaſt, Only your hearts be frolicke: for the time Craues that we taſte of nought but iouyſance. Thus glories England ouer all the Weſt.