Wilson, Robert / Drayton, Michael / Munday, Anthony / Hathaway, Richard · published 1600 · first performed or written 1599 [Oct 16, payment] (Annals) history · Admiral's (Nottingham's) Men unassigned nearest T18 Rebels, barons and the king's wars at ho · 488 words
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And to assist ye, as I said before, Charters doth gauge the honour of his king. We lack but now Lord Cobham's fellowship, And then our plot were absolute indeed. Doubt not of him, my lord, his life's pursued By th'incensed Clergy, and of late, Brought in displeasure with the king, assures He may be quickly won unto our faction. Who hath the articles were drawn at large Of our whole purpose? That have I my Lord. We should not now be far off from his house, Our serious conference hath beguiled the way, See where his castle stands, give me the writing. When we are come unto the speech of him, Because we will not stand to make recount, Of that which hath been said, here he shall read Our minds at large, and what we crave of him. A ready way: here comes the man himself Booted and spurred, it seems he hath been riding. Well met lord Cobham. My lord of Cambridge? Your honour is most welcome into Kent, And all the rest of this fair company. I am new come from London, gentle Lords: But will ye not take Cowling for your host, And see what entertainment it affords? We were intended to have been your guests: But now this lucky meeting shall suffice To end our business, and defer that kindness. Business my lord? what business should you have But to be merry? we have no delicates, But this I'll promise you, a piece of venison, A cup of wine, and so forth: hunters fare: And if you please, we'll strike the stag ourselves Shall fill our dishes with his well-fed flesh. That is indeed the thing we all desire. My lords, and you shall have your choice with me. Nay but the stag which we desire to strike, Lives not in Cowling: if you will consent, And go with us, we'll bring you to a forest, Where runs a lusty herd: amongst the which There is a stag superior to the rest, A stately beast, that when his fellows run, He leads the race, and beats the sullen earth, As though he scorned it with his trampling hooves, Aloft he bears his head, and with his breast, Like a huge bulwark counterchecks the wind: And when he standeth still, he stretcheth forth His proud ambitious neck, as if he meant To wound the firmament with forked horns. 'tis pity such a goodly beast should die. Not so, sir Iohn, for he is tyrannous, And gores the other deer, and will not keep Within the limits are appointed him. Of late he's broke into a several, Which doth belong to me, and there he spoils Both corn and pasture, two of his wild race Alike for stealth, and covetous incroatching, Already are removed, if he were dead, I should not only be secure from hurt, But with his body make a royal feast.
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And to assist ye, as I said before, Charters doth gage the honor of his king. We lacke but now Lord Cobhams fellowship, And then our plot were absolute indeede. Doubt not of him, my lord, his life's pursu'de By th'incensed Cleargy, and of late, rought in displeasure with the king, assures He may be quickly wonne vnto our faction. Who hath the articles were drawne at large Of our whole purpose? That haue I my Lord. We should not now be farre off from his house, Our serious conference hath beguild the way, See where his castle stands, giue me the writing. When we are come vnto the speech of him, Because we will not stand to make recount, Of that which hath beene saide, here he shall reade Our mindes at large, and what we craue of him. A ready way: here comes the man himselfe Booted and spurrd, it seemes he hath beene riding. VVell met lord Cobham. My lord of Cambridge? Your honor is most welcome into Kent, And all the rest of this faire company. I am new come from London, gentle ordes: But will ye not take Cowling for your host, And see what entertainement it affordes? We were intended to haue beene your guests: But now this lucky meeing shall suffise To end our businesse, and deferre that kindnesse. Businesse my lord? what businesse should you haue But to be mery? we haue no delicates, But this Ile promise you, a peece of venison, A cup of wine, and so forth: hunters fare: And if you please, weele strike the stagge our selues Shall fill our dishes with his wel-fed flesh. That is indeede the thing we all desire. My lordes, and you shall haue your choice with me. Nay but the stagge which we desire to strike, Liues not in Cowling: if you will consent, And goe with vs, weele bring you to a forrest, Where runnes a lusty hierd: amongst the which There is a stagge superior to the rest, A stately beast, that when his fellows runne, He leades the race, and beates the sullen earth, As though he scond it with his trampling hoofes, Aloft he beares his head, and with his breast, Like a huge bulwarke counter-checkes the wind: And when he standeth still, he stretcheth forth His prowd ambitious necke, as if he meant To wound the firmament with forked hornes. Tis pitty such a goodly beast should die. Not so, sir Iohn, for he is tyrannous, And gores the other deere, and will not keep Within the limites are appointed him. Of late hees broke into a seueral, Which doth belong to me, and there he spoiles Both corne and pasture, two of his wilde race Alike sor stealth, and couetous incroatching, Already are remou'd, if he were dead, I should not onely be secure from hurt, But with his body make a royall feast.