Heywood, Thomas · published 1600 · first performed or written 1599 [1592-1599] (Annals) history · Derby's (Strange's) Men T0 Court life: dukes, favour and honour typicality 0.86 · 499 words
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How say you that my Lord? pray you speak out, For I of late, by reason of a cold, Am somewhat thick of hearing. Thus my Lord, Your Grace demanded if the Duke were well, I answer you, he is in health of body, Though inwardly in mind somewhat perplexed, That you without his knowledge have ta'en truce With childish Lewes that heartless King of France. With whom I pray ye a little louder sir. With childish Lewes that heartless K. of France. I now do understand you, is it that He takes unkindly? why if he had come With his expected forces as he promised, I had been still uncapable of peace, But he deceiving me, the fault was his. No my good Lord, the fault was not in him, But in that lewd pernicious counterfeit, That crafty Fore the Constable of France, Who counselled him to keep him at his siege, Saying it would be more dishonourable To rise from thence, than any way profitable, To meet your Majesty, beside my Lord, It hath been proved since, how much the Constable Hates your proceedings, by that wilful shot, Was made against you from S. Quintin's walls, Which though he seemed to colour with fair speech, The truth is, they did level at yourself, And grieved when they heard you were not slain. May I be bold to credit your report? The Duke upon his honour bade me say, That it was true, and there withal quoth he, Tell noble Edward if he will recant, And fall from Lewes again, knowing it is More for his dignity to be sole King, And conquer France as did his ancestors, Then take a fee, and so be satisfied, That I am ready with twelve thousand soldiers All well appointed, and not only will, Deliver him the Constable of France, That he may punish him as he sees good, But seat him in the throne imperial, Which now another basely doth usurp, Speak that again, I heard not your last words But seat you in the throne imperial, Which now another basely doth usurp. I thank his honour for his good regard, Pleaseth you stay till we have paused upon it, And you shall have our answer to the Duke, Tom Sellinger receive him to your tent, And let him taste a cup of Orleans wine, Now my kingly brother, have you heard this news? So plainly my Lord, that I scarce held myself, From stepping forth, hearing my royal name, So much profaned and slubbered as it was, But I do weigh the person like himself From whence it came, a sly dissembler, And spite my anger I was forced sometime, To smile to think the Duke doth hang his friend, Behind his back, whom to his face he smooths. But we shall have far better sport anon: Howard tells me that another messenger, is come in post-haste from the Constable, As you haue begun with patience heare the re.
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How say you y• my Lord? pray you speake out, For I of late, by reason of a cold, Am somewhat thicke of hearing. Thus my Lord, Your Grace demanded if the Duke were well, I answere you, he is in health of bodie, Though inwardly in mind somewhat perplext, That you without his knowledge haue tane truce With childish Lewes that hartlesse King of France. With whom I pray y a little lowder sir. With childish Lewes that hartlesse K. of France. I now do vnderstand you, is it that He takes vnkindly? why if he had come With his expected forces as he promist, I had béene still vncapable of peace, But he deceiuing me, the fault was his. No my good Lord, the fault was not in him, But in that lewde pernicious counterfait, That craftie Fore the Constable of France, Who counseld him to kéepe him at his siege, Saying it would be more dishonorable To rise from thence, then any way profitable, To méete your Maiestie, beside my Lord, It hath bin proued since, how much the Constable Hates your procéedings, by that wilfull shot, Was made against you from S. Quintins wals, Which though he séemde to colour with faire spéech, The truth is, they did leuell at your selfe, And grieued when they heard you were not slaine. May I be bold to credit your report? The Duke vpon his honour bad me say, That it was true, and there withall quoth he, Tell noble Edward if he will recant, And fall from Lewes againe, knowing it is More for his dignitie to be sole King, And conquer France as did his ancestors, Then take a fée, and so be satisfied, That I am readie with twelue thousand soldiers All well appointed, and not onely will, Deliuer him the Constable of France, That he may punish him as he sées good, But seat him in the threne imperial, Which now another basely doth vsurpe, Speak that again, I heard not your last words But seate you in the throne imperiall, Which now another basely doth vsurpe. I thanke his honour for his good regard, Pleaseth you stay till wee haue pausde vpon it, And you shall haue our answere to the Duke, Tom Sellinger receiue him to your tent, And let him taste a cuppe of Drleance wine, Now my kingly brother, haue you heard this news? So plainly my Lord, that I scarce held my selfe, From stepping forth, hearing my royall name, So much prophande and slubberd as it was, But I do weigh the person like himselfe From whence it came, a slie dissembler, And spight my anger I was forst sometime, To smile to thinke the Duke doth hang his friend, Behinde his backe, whom to his face he smothes. But we shall haue farre better sport anone: Howard tels me that another messenger, is come in Post-bast from the Constable, As you haue begun with patience heare the re.