When You See Me You Know Me (Henry the Eighth) · chunk 7 of 48
Rowley, Samuel · published 1605 · first performed or written 1604 (Annals) history · Prince Henry's Men unassigned nearest T38 Death, parting and grief at court · 489 words
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I beseech your grace resolve immediately, Immediately (sayst thou) O, 'tis no quick resolve Can give good verdict in so sad a choice: To lose my Queen, that is my some of bliss, More virtuous than a thousand Kingdoms be; And should I lose my Son (if Son it be) That all my subjects to desire to see. I lose the hope of this great Monarchy. What shall I do? Remember the Queen my Lord: I not forget her (Sister) O poor soul, But I forget thy pain and misery, Goe, let the Childe die; let the Mother liue, heavens powerful hand may more children give: Away, and comfort her with our reply, Harry will have his Queen though thousands die. I know no issue of her princely womb: Why then should I prefer't before her life. Whose death ends all my hopeful loys on earth. God's will be done, for sure it is his will, For secret reasons to himself best known: Perhaps he did mould forth a Son for me, And seeing (that sees all) in his creation, To be some impotent and coward spirit, Unlike the figure of his Royal Father: Has thus decreed, lest he should blur out fame, As Whilom did the sixth king of my name Lose all his Father (the first Henrie) won. I'll thank the Heavens for taking such a Son. whose's within there? My Lord. Go Compton, bid Lord Seimer come to me, The honoured Father of my woeful Queen Now now what news? We did deliver what your highness wild, Which was no sooner by her grace received: But with the sad report, she seemed as dead, Which caused us stay, after recovery. She sent us back t'entreat your Majesty, As ever you did take delight in her, As you prefer the quiet of her soul, That now is ready to forsake this life, As you desire to have the life of one, She doth entreat your grace that she may die, lest both doth perish in this agony: For to behold the infant suffer death, Were endless tortures, made to stop her breath, Then to my Lord (quoth she) thus gently say, The child is fair, the mother earth and clay, Sad messenger of woe; oh my poor Queen, Canst thou so soon consent to leave this life, So precious to our soul, so dear to all, To yield the hopeful issue of thy loins, To raise our second comfort, well, be it so: Ill, be it so: stay, I revoke my word, But that you say helps not, for she must die: Yet if ye can save both, i'll give my crown: Nay, all I have, and enter bonds for more, Which with my conquering sword with fury bent, I'll purchase in the farthest continent, Use all your chiefest skill, make haste away, Whilst we for your success devoutly pray. All joy and happiness betide my Sovereign.
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I beseech your grace resolue immediatly, Immediatly (saist thou) O, tis no quicke resolue Can giue good verdit in so sad a choise: To loose my Queene, that is my some of blisse, More vertuous than a thowsand Kingdomes be; And should I lose my Sonne (if Sonne it be) That all my subiects to desire to see. I loose the hope of this great Monarchy. What shall I doe? Remember the Queene my Lord: I not forget her (Sister) O poore soule, But I forget thy paine and miserie, Goe, let the Childe die; let the Mother liue, Heauens powerfull hand may more children giue: Away, and comfort her with our reply, Harry will haue his Queene though thowsands die. I know no issue of her princely wombe: Why then should I preferre't before her life. Whose death ends all my hopefull loyes on earth. God's will be done, for suer it is his will, For secret reasons to himselfe best knowne: Perhaps he did mould forth a Sonne for me, And seeing (that sees all) in his creation, To be some impotent and coward spirit, Vnlike the figure of his Royall Father: Has thus decrede, least he should blurre out fame, As Whylome did the sixt king of my name Loose all his Father (the first Henrie) wonne. Ile thanke the Heauens for taking such a Sonne. Whose within there? My Lord. Goe Compton, bid Lord Seimer come to me, The honor'd Father of my wofull Queene Now now what newes? We did deliuer what your highnesse wild, Which was no sooner by her grace receiud: But with the sad report, she seemd as dead, Which causd vs stay, after reuouerie. She sent vs backe tintreate your Maiestie, As euer you did take delight in her, As you preferre the quiet of her soule, That now is readie to forsake this life, As you desire to haue the life of one, She doth intreate your grace that she may dye, Least both doth perish in this agonie: For to behold the infant suffer death, Were endlesse tortures, made to stop her breath, Then to my Lord (quoth she) thus gently say, The child is faire, the mother earth and clay, Sad messenger of woe; oh my poore Queene, Canst thou so soone consent to leaue this life, So pretious to our soule, so deere to all, To yeeld the hopefull yssue of thy loines, To raise our second comfort, well, be it so: Ill, be it so: stay, I reuoke my word, But that you say helpes not, for she must dye: Yet if ye can saue both, ile giue my crowne: Nay, all I haue, and enter bonds for more, Which with my conquering sword with fury bent, Ile purchase in the farthest continent, Vse all your chiefest skill, make hast away, Whilst we for your successe deuoutly pray. All ioy and happinesse betide my Soueraigne.