Anonymous · published 1600 · first performed or written 1599 [c.1597-1599] (Annals) comedy · Admiral's (Nottingham's) Men unassigned nearest T40 Sin, guilt and violent loss within famil · 490 words
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My heart surfeits with joy in hearing this. And dear Son i'll bless thee with a kiss. I will not rise, I will not leave this ground, Till all these voices joined in one sound: Cry, God save Henry second of that name, Let his friends live, his foes see death with shame. God save Henry second of that name, Let his friends live, his foes see death with shame. Amen, Amen, Amen. Hark mother hark? My brother is already turned Clerk. He is a recreant, I am mad with rage. Be angry at your envy gracious mother, Learn patience and true humility Of your worst tutored Son, for I am he. Send hence that Frenchwoman, give her her dowry, Let her not speak, to trouble my mild soul, Which of this world hath taken her last leave: And by her power, will my proud flesh control. Off with these silks, my garments shall be grey, My shirt hard hair, my bed the ashey dust, My pillow but a lump of hardened clay: For clay I am, and unto clay I must, O I beseech ye let me go alone, To live, where my lose life I may bemoan. Son? Son? Brother? Brother? Let none call me their Son, I am no man's brother, My kindred is in heaven, I know no other, Farewell, farewell, the world is yours, pray take it, I'll leave vexation, and with joy forsake it. Wondrous conversion. Admirable good: now by my halidom Mall passing good. H'ath fired my soul I will to Palestine, And pay my vows before the Sepulchre, Among the multitude of misbelief. I'll show myself the Soldier of Christ, Spend blood, sweat tears, for satisfaction Of many many sins which I lament: And never think to have them pardoned, Till I have part of Sirria conquered. He makes me wonder, and inflames my spirits, With an exceeding zeal to Portugal, Which Kingdom the unchristned Sarisons, The black faced Africans, and tawny Moors, Have got unjustly in possession: Whence I will fire them with the help of heaven. Skinke will scotrch them brave Gloster Make Carbonadoes of their Bacon fletches; Deserve to be counted valiant by his valour, And Ryvo will he cry, and Castille too, And wonders in the land of Civil do. O that I were a man to see these fights, To spend my blood amongst these worthy Knights. Mary ay me, were I a boy again, I'd either to Ierusalem or Spain. Faith I'll keep England, mother you and I Will live, for all this fight and foolery. Peace to us all, let's all for peace give praise, Unlooked for peace, unlooked for happy days. Love Henry's birth day, he hath been new borne, I am new crowned, new settled in my seat. Let's ' all to the Chapel, there give thanks and praise, Beseeching grace from heavens eternal Throne, That England never know more Prince than one.
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My heart ſurfets with ioy in hearing this. And deare Sonne ile bleſſe thee with a kiſſe. I will not riſe, I will not leaue this ground, Till all theſe voyces ioyned in one ſound: Cry, God ſaue Henry ſecond of that name, Let his friends liue, his foes ſee death with ſhame. God ſaue Henry ſecond of that name, Let his friends liue, his foes ſee death with ſhame. Amen, Amen, Amen. Harke mother harke? My brother is already turned Clarke. He is a recreant, I am mad with rage. Be angry at your enuy gracious mother, Learne patience and true humility Of your worſt tuter'd Sonne, for I am he. Send hence that Frenchwoman, giue her her dowry, Let her not ſpeake, to trouble my milde ſoule, Which of this world hath taken her laſt leaue: And by her power, will my proude fleſh controule. Off with theſe ſilkes, my garments ſhall be gray, My ſhirt hard hayre, my bed the aſhey duſt, My pillow but a lumpe of hardned clay: For clay I am, and vnto clay I muſt, O I beſeech ye let me goe alone, To liue, where my looſe life I may bemone. Sonne? Sonne? Brother? Brother? Let none call me their Sonne, I am no mans brother, My kindred is in heauen, I know no other, Farewell, farewell, the world is yours, pray take it, Ile leaue vexation, and with ioy forſake it. Wondrous conuerſion. Admirable good: now by my holydam Mall paſſing good. H'ath ſir'd my ſoule I will to Paleſtine, And pay my vowes before the Sepulcher, Among the multitude of misbeliefe. Ile ſhew my ſelfe the Souldier of Chriſt, Spend bloud, ſweat teares, for ſatiſfaction Of many many ſinnes which I lament: And neuer thinke to haue them pardoned, Till I haue part of Sirria conquered. He makes me wonder, and inflames my ſpirits, With an exceeding zeale to Portingale, Which Kingdome the vnchriſtned Sariſons, The blacke fac'd Affricans, and tawny Moores, Haue got vniuſtly in poſſeſſion: Whence I will fire them with the help of heauen. Skinke will ſcotrch them braue Gloſter Make Carbonadoes of their Bacon fletches; Deſerue to be counted valiant by his valour, And Ryuo will he cry, and Caſtile too, And wonders in the land of Ciuile doo. O that I were a man to ſee theſe fights, To ſpend my bloud amongſt theſe worthy Knights. Mary aye me, were I a boy againe, Ide either to Ieruſalem or Spaine. Faith Ile keepe England, mother you and I Will liue, for all this fight and foolery. Peace to vs all, let's all for peace giue prayſe, Vnlookt for peace, vnlookt for happy dayes. Loue Henries birth day, he hath bin new borne, I am new crowned, new ſettled in my ſeate. Lets' all to the Chappell, there giue thankes and praiſe, Beſeeching grace from Heauens eternal Throne, That England neuer know more Prince then one.