The Scottish History of James the Fourth · chunk 5 of 40
Greene, Robert · published 1598 · first performed or written c.1590 (Annals) romance · Unknown unassigned nearest T38 Death, parting and grief at court · 470 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T38: queen, king, death, dead, heart, life, die, lord, royal, news.
Rare wit, fair face, what heart could more desire! But Doll is fair, and doth concern thee near. Let Doll be fair, she is won, but I must woe, And win fair Ida, there's some choice in two. But Ida thou art coy. And why dread King? In that you will dispraise so sweet A thing, as love, had I my wish. What then? Then would I place his arrow here, His beauty in that face. And were Apollo moved and ruled by me, His wisdom should be yours, and mine his tree. But here returns our train. Welcome fair Doll: how fares our father, is he shipped and gone. My royal father is both shipped and gone, God and fair winds direct him to his home. Amen say I, would thou wert with him too: Then might I have a fitter time to woo. But Countess you would be gone, therefore farewell Yet Ida if thou wilt, stay thou behind, To accompany my Queen. But if thou like the pleasures of the Court, Or if she liked me though she left the Court, What should I say? I know not what to say, You may depart, and you my courteous Queen, Leaue me a space, I haue a waightie cause to thinke vp ▪ Ida, it nips me near: It came from thence, I feel it burning here. Now am I free from sight of common Where to myself I may disclose the grief That hath too great a part in mine affects. And now is my time, by wiles & words to rise, Greater than those, that thinks themselves more wise. And first fond King, thy honour doth engrave, Upon thy brows, the drift of thy disgrace: Thy new vowed love in sight of God and men, Link thee to Dorithea, during life. For who more fair and virtuous than thy wife, Deceitful murderer of a quiet mind, Fond love, vile lust, that thus misleads us men, To vow our faiths, and fall to sin again. But Kings stoop not to every common thought, Ida is fair and wise, fit for a King: And for fair Ida will I hazard life, Venture my Kingdom, Country, and my Crown: Such fire hath love, to burn a kingdom down. Say Doll dislikes, that I estrange my love, Am I obedient to a woman's look? Nay say her father frown when he shall hear That I do hold fair Ida's love so dear: Let father frown and fret, and fret and die, Nor earth, nor heaven shall part my love and I. Yea they shall part us, but we first must meet, And woe, and win, and yet the world not seeet. Yea there's the wound, & wounded with that thought So let me die: for all my drift is nought.
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Rare wit, fair face, what hart could more desire! But Doll is faire, and doth concerne thee neere. Let Doll be faire, she is wonne, but I must woe, And win faire Ida, theres some choyce in two. But Ida thou art coy. And why dread King? In that you will dispraise so sweet A thing, as loue, had I my wish. What then? Then would I place his arrow here, His bewtie in that face. And were Apollo moued and rulde by me, His wisedome should be yours, and mine his tree. But here returnes our traine. Welcome faire Doll: how fares our father, is he shipt and gone. My royall father is both shipt and gone, God and faire winds direct him to his home. Amen say I, wold thou wert with him too: Then might I haue a fitter time to woo. But Countesse you would be gone, therfore farwell Yet Ida if thou wilt, stay thou behind, To accompany my Queene. But if thou like the pleasures of the Court, Or if she likte me tho she left the Court, What should I say? I know not what to say, You may depart, and you my curteous Queene▪ Leaue me a space, I haue a waightie cause to thinke vp ▪ Ida, it nips me neere: It came from thence, I feele it burning heere. Now am I free from sight of commō i, Where to my selfe I may disclose the griefe That hath too great a part in mine affects. And now is my time, by wiles & words to rise, Greater then those, that thinks themselues more wise. And first fond King, thy honor doth engraue, Vpon thy browes, the drift of thy disgrace: Thy new vowd loue in sight of God and men, Linke thee to Dorithea, during life. For who more faire and vertuous then thy wie, Deceitfull murtherer of a quiet minde, Fond loue, vile lust, that thus misleads vs men, To vowe our faithes, and fall to sin againe. But Kings stoupe not to euery common thought, Ida is faire and wise, fit for a King: And for faire Ida will I hazard life, Venture my Kingdome, Country, and my Crowne: Such fire hath loue, to burne a kingdome downe. Say Doll dislikes, that I estrange my loue, Am I obedient to a womans looke? Nay say her father frowne when he shall heare That I do hold faire Idaes loue so deare: Let father frowne and fret, and fret and die, Nor earth, nor heauen shall part my loue and I. Yea they shall part vs, but we first must meet, And wo, and win, and yet the world not seet. Yea ther's the wound, & wounded with that thoght So let me die: for all my drift is naught.