Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written 1592 [1591-1592] (Annals) tragedy; history · Derby's (Strange's) Men (?) unassigned nearest T14 Royal love, favour and dynastic relation · 502 words
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The Mayor is here at hand: intent some fear, Be not you spoke with, but by mighty suit: And look you get a Prayer-book in your hand, And stand between two Churchmen, good my Lord, For on that ground I'll make a holy Descant: And be not easily won to our requests, Play the Maid's part, still answer nay, and take it. I go: and if you plead as well for them, As I can say nay to thee for myself, No doubt we bring it to a happy issue. Go, go up to the Leads, the Lord Maior knocks. Welcome, my Lord, I dance attendance here, I think the Duke will not be spoke withal. Now Catesby, what says your Lord to my request? He doth entreat your Grace, my Noble Lord, To visit him to morrow, or next day: He is within, with two right reverend Fathers, Divinely bend to Meditation, And in no Worldly suits would he be moved, To draw him from his holy Exercise. Return, good Catesby, to the gracious Duke, Tell him, myself, the Mayor and Aldermen, In deep designs, in matter of great moment, No less importing then our general good, Are come to have some conference with his Grace. I'll signify so much unto him strait. Ah ha', my Lord, this Prince is not an Edward, He is not lulling on a lewd Love-bed, But on his Knees, at Meditation: Not dallying with a Brace of Courtesans, But meditating with two deep Divines: Not sleeping, to engross his idle Body, But praying, to enrich his watchful Soul. Happy were England, would this virtuous Prince Take on his Grace the Sovereignty thereof. But sure I fear we shall not win him to it. Marry God defend his Grace should say us nay. I fear he will: here Catesby comes again. Now Catesby, what says his Grace? He wonders to what end you have assembled Such troops of Citizens, to come to him, His Grace not being warned thereof before: He fears, my Lord, you mean no good to him. Sorry I am, my Noble Cousin should Suspect me, that I mean no good to him: By Heaven, we come to him in perfect love, And so once more return, and tell his Grace. When holy and devout Religious men Are at their Beads, 'tis much to draw them thence, So sweet is zealous Contemplation. See where his Grace stands, 'tween two Clergy men. Two Props of Virtue, for a Christian Prince, To stay him from the fall of Vanity: And see a Book of Prayer in his hand, True Ornaments to know a holy man. Famous Plantagenet, most gracious Prince, Lend favourable ear to our requests, And pardon us the interruption Of thy Devotion, and right Christian Zeal. My Lord, there needs no such Apology: I do beseech your Grace to pardon me, Who earnest in the service of my God, Deferred the visitation of my friends. But leaving this, what is your Grace's pleasure?
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The Maior is here at hand: intend ſome feare, Be not you ſpoke with, but by mightie ſuit: And looke you get a Prayer-Booke in your hand, And ſtand betweene two Church-men, good my Lord, For on that ground Ile make a holy Deſcant: And be not eaſily wonne to our requeſts, Play the Maids part, ſtill anſwer nay, and take it. I goe: and if you plead as well for them, As I can ſay nay to thee for my ſelfe, No doubt we bring it to a happie iſſue. Go, go vp to the Leads, the Lord Maior knocks. Welcome, my Lord, I dance attendance here, I thinke the Duke will not be ſpoke withall. Now Catesby, what ſayes your Lord to my requeſt? He doth entreat your Grace, my Noble Lord, To viſit him to morrow, or next day: He is within, with two right reuerend Fathers, Diuinely bent to Meditation, And in no Worldly ſuites would he be mou'd, To draw him from his holy Exerciſe. Returne, good Catesby, to the gracious Duke, Tell him, my ſelfe, the Maior and Aldermen, In deepe deſignes, in matter of great moment, No leſſe importing then our generall good, Are come to haue ſome conference with his Grace. Ile ſignifie ſo much vnto him ſtraight. Ah ha, my Lord, this Prince is not an Edward, He is not lulling on a lewd Loue-Bed, But on his Knees, at Meditation: Not dallying with a Brace of Curtizans, But meditating with two deepe Diuines: Not ſleeping, to engroſſe his idle Body, But praying, to enrich his watchfull Soule. Happie were England, would this vertuous Prince Take on his Grace the Soueraigntie thereof. But ſure I feare we ſhall not winne him to it. Marry God defend his Grace ſhould ſay vs nay. I feare he will: here Catesby comes againe. Now Catesby, what ſayes his Grace? He wonders to what end you haue aſſembled Such troopes of Citizens, to come to him, His Grace not being warn'd thereof before: He feares, my Lord, you meane no good to him. Sorry I am, my Noble Couſin ſhould Suſpect me, that I meane no good to him: By Heauen, we come to him in perfit loue, And ſo once more returne, and tell his Grace. When holy and deuout Religious men Are at their Beades, 'tis much to draw them thence, So ſweet is zealous Contemplation. See where his Grace ſtands, tweene two Clergie men. Two Props of Vertue, for a Chriſtian Prince, To ſtay him from the fall of Vanitie: And ſee a Booke of Prayer in his hand, True Ornaments to know a holy man. Famous Plantagenet, moſt gracious Prince, Lend fauourable eare to our requeſts, And pardon vs the interruption Of thy Deuotion, and right Chriſtian Zeale. My Lord, there needes no ſuch Apologie: I doe beſeech your Grace to pardon me, Who earneſt in the ſeruice of my God, Deferr'd the viſitation of my friends. But leauing this, what is your Graces pleaſure?