Anonymous · published 1600 · first performed or written 1599 [c.1597-1599] (Annals) comedy · Admiral's (Nottingham's) Men unassigned nearest T14 Royal love, favour and dynastic relation · 496 words
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Yonder sits one would do as much for you Old fool, young Richard hath a gift I know it, And on your wife my sister would bestow it. here's a good world men hate adulterous sin, Count it a gulf, and yet they needs will in. What answer for the Queen? The King replies your words are foul slanderous forgeries His highness says not so. His highness doth, Tells you its a shame for such wild youth, To smother any impiety, With show to chastise lose adultery. Say Rosamond was Henry's Concubine, Had never King a Concubine but he? Did Rosamond begin the fires in France? Made she the Northern borders reek with flames? Unpeopled she the towns of Picardy? Left she the wives of England husbandless? O no: she sinned I grant, so do we all, She fell herself, desiring none should fall; But Elinor whom you so much commend, Hath been the bellows of seditious fire, Either through jealous rage or mad desire; Is't not a shame to think that she hath armed Four Sons right hands, against their father's head, And not the children of a low-prized wretch, But one whom God on earth hath deified? See where he sits with sorrow in his eyes, Three of his Sons and hers tutored by her, Smiles whilst he weeps, and with a proud disdain, Embrace blithe mirth, while his sad heart complain. Ha laugh they? nay by the rood that is not well, Now fie young Princes fie. Peace doting fool. Be silent ass. With all my heart my Lords, my humble leave my Lords Gods mother ass and fool for speaking truth, 'tis terrible, but far ye well my Lords. Nay stay good Faukenbridge, impute it rage, That thus abuses your right reverend age, My brothers are too hot. Too hot indeed, fool, ass, for speaking truth? it's more than need. Nay good Sir Richard at my kind entreat For all the love I bear your noble house, Let not your absence kindle further wrath, Each side's at counsel now sit down I pray, I'll quite it with the kindest love I may. I to his wife. Prince Richard I'll sit down, But by the faith I own fair England's Crown, Had you not been I would have left the place, My service merits not so much disgrace. Good Faukenbridge I thank thee. And you'll think of him, if you can step into his bower at Stepney. Prince Richard's very kind, I know his kindness, He loves me, but he loves my Lady better, No more, I'll watch him, I'll prevent his game, Young Lad, it's ill to halt before the lame. I'll not subscribe to this indignity, I'll not be called a King but be a King; Allow me halfe the Realm, give me the North, The Provinces that lie beyond the Seas, Wales and the Isles that compass in the main. Nay give him all and he will scant be pleased.
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Yonder ſits one would doe as much for you Olde foole, young Richard hath a gift I know it, And on your wife my ſiſter would beſtow it. Heer's a good world men hate adulterous ſin, Count it a gulfe, and yet they needs will in. What anſwere for the Queene? The King replyes your words are foule ſlaunderous forgeryes His highnes ſayes not ſo. His highnes doth, Tels you its a ſhame for ſuch wilde youth, To ſmother any impiety, With ſhew to chaſtice looſe adulterie. Say Roſamond was Henries Concubine, Had neuer King a Concubine but he? Did Roſamond begin the fires in Fraunce? Made ſhe the Northerne borders reeke with flames? Vnpeopled ſhe the townes of Picardy? Left ſhe the wiues of England husbandles? O no: ſhe ſinn'd I graunt, ſo doe we all, She fell her ſelfe, deſiring none ſhould fall; But Elinor whom you ſo much commend, Hath been the bellowes of ſeditious fire, Eyther through Iealious rage or mad deſire; Iſt not a ſhame to thinke that ſhe hath arm'd Foure Sonnes right hands, againſt their fathers head, And not the children of a low-priz'd wretch, But one whom God on earth hath deified? See where he ſits with ſorrow in his eyes, Three of his Sonnes and hers tutor'd by her, Smiles whilſt he weeps, and with a proude diſdaine, Imbrace blith mirth, while his ſad heart complaine. Ha laugh they? nay by the rood that is not wel, Now fie young Princes fie. Peace doting foole. Be ſilent aſſe. With all my heart my Lords, my humble leaue my Lords Gods mother aſſe and foole for ſpeaking truth, Tis terrible, but fare yee well my Lords. Nay ſtay good Faukenbridge, impute it rage, That thus abuſes your right reuerend age, My brothers are too hot. Too hot indeed, foole, aſſe, for ſpeaking truth? it's more than need. Nay good Sir Richard at my kinde intreate For all the loue I beare your noble houſe, Let not your abſence kindle further wrath, Each ſide's at counſell now ſit downe I pray, Ile quite it with the kindeſt loue I may. I to his wife. Prince Richard Ile ſit downe, But by the faith I owe fayre Englands Crowne, Had you not been I would haue left the place, My ſeruice merits not ſo much diſgrace. Good Faukenbridge I thanke thee. And you'l thinke of him, if you can ſtep into his bower at Stepney. Prince Richard's very kinde, I know his kindenes, He loues me, but he loues my Lady better, No more, Ile watch him, Ile preuent his game, Young Lad, it's ill to halt before the lame. Ile not ſubſcribe to this indignity, Ile not be call'd a King but be a King; Allow me halfe the Realme, giue me the North, The Prouinces that lye beyond the Seas, Wales and the Iſles that compaſſe in the mayne. Nay giue him all and he will ſcant be pleaſ'd.