Marlowe, Christopher · published 1596 · first performed or written 1593 [Jan 26; Jan 30] (Annals) tragedy · Derby's (Strange's) Men unassigned nearest T59 Spanish courts: war, honour and courtshi · 503 words
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What art thou dead, sweet son speak to thy Mother, O no, his soul is fled from out his breast, And he nor hears, nor sees us what we do: My Lords, what resteth there now for to be done? But that we presently dispatch Ambassadors To Poland, to call Henry back again, To wear his brother's crown and dignity. Epernoune, go see it presently be done, And bid him come without delay to us. Madam, I will. And now my Lords after these funerals be done, We will with all the speed we can provide, For Henry's coronation from Polony: Come let us take his body hence. And now Navarre whilst that these broils do last, My opportunity may serve me fit, To steal from France, and high me to my home. For here's no safety in the Realm for me, And now that Henry is called from Polland, It is my due by just succession: And therefore as speedily as I can perform, I'll muster up an army secretly, For fear that Guise joined with the K. of Spain, Might seem to cross me in mine enterprise. But God that always doth defend the right, Will show his mercy and preserve us still. The virtues of our true Religion, Cannot but march with many graces more: Whose army shall discomfort all your foes, And at the length in Pampelonia crown, In spite of Spain and all the popish power, That holds it from your highness wrongfully: Your Majesty her rightful Lord and Sovereign. Truth Pleshe, and God so prosper me in all, As I intend to labour for the truth, And true profession of his holy word: Come Pleshe, let's away whilst time doth serve, Vive la Roy, vive la Roy, Welcome from Poland Henry once again, Welcome to France thy father's royal seat, Here hast thou a country void of fears, A warlike people to maintain thy right, A watchful Senate for ordaining laws, A loving mother to preserve thy state, And all things that a King may wish beside: All this and more hath Henry with his crown. And long may Henry enjoy all this & more, Vive la Roy, vive la Roy. Thanks to you all. The guider of all crowns, Grant that our deeds may well deserve your loves: And so they shall, if fortune speed my will, And yield your thoughts to height of my deserts. What says our Minions, think they Henry's heart Will not both harbour love and Majesty? Put of that fear, they are already joined, No person, place, or time, or circumstance, Shall slack my loves affection from his bent, As now you are, so shall you still persist, Removeless from the favours of your King. We know that noble minds change not their thoughts For wearing of a crown: in that your grace, Hath worn the Poland diadem, before you were invested in the crown of France: I tell thee Mugeroun we will be friends, And fellows to, whatever storms arise.
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What art thou dead, sweet sonne speak to thy Mother, O no, his soule is fled from out his breast, And he nor heares, nor sees vs what we doe: My Lords, what resteth there now for to be done? But that we presently despatch Embassadours To Poland, to call Henry back againe, To weare his brothers crowne and dignity. Epernoune, goe see it presently be done, And bid him come without delay to vs. Madam, I will. And now my Lords after these funerals be done, We will with all the speed we can prouide, For Henries coronation from Polonie: Come let vs take his body hence. And now Nauarre whilste that these broiles doe last, My opportunity may serue me fit, To steale from France, and hye me to my home. For heers no saftie in the Realme for me, And now that Henry is cal'd from Polland, It is my due by iust succession: And therefore as speedily as I can perfourme, Ile muster vp an army secretly, For feare that Guise ioyn'd with the K. of Spaine, Might seeme to crosse me in mine enterprise. But God that alwaies doth defend the right, Will shew his mercy and preserue vs still. The vertues of our true Religion, Cannot but march with many graces more: Whose army shall discomfort all your foes, And at the length in Pampelonia crowne, In spite of Spaine and all the popish power, That holdes it from your highnesse wrongfully: Your Maiestie her rightfull Lord and Soueraigne. Truth Pleshe, and God so prosper me in all, As I entend to labour for the truth, And true profession of his holy word: Come Pleshe, lets away whilste time doth serue, Viue la Roy, viue la Roy, Welcome from Poland Henry once agayne, Welcome to France thy fathers royall seate, Heere hast thou a country voide of feares, A warlike people to maintaine thy right, A watchfull Senate for ordaining lawes, A louing mother to preserue thy state, And all things that a King may wish besides: All this and more hath Henry with his crowne. And long may Henry enioy all this & more, Viue la Roy, viue la Roy. Thanks to you al. The guider of all crownes, Graunt that our deeds may wel deserue your loues: And so they shall, if fortune speed my will, And yeeld your thoughts to height of my desertes. What saies our Minions, think they Henries heart Will not both harbour loue and Maiestie? Put of that feare, they are already ioynde, No person, place, or time, or circumstance, Shall slacke my loues affection from his bent, As now you are, so shall you still persist, Remooueles from the fauours of your King. We know that noble mindes change not their thoughts For wearing of a crowne: in that your grace, Hath worne the Poland diadem, before you were inuested in the crowne of France: I tell thee Mugeroun we will be freends, And fellowes to, what euer stormes arise.