When You See Me You Know Me (Henry the Eighth) · chunk 28 of 48
Rowley, Samuel · published 1605 · first performed or written 1604 (Annals) history · Prince Henry's Men unassigned nearest T10 England and France: war, embassy and pea · 511 words
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Yes my good Lord, your Grace hath shown a pattern, to draw forth mine by, I assure your Highness, The punishment inflicted on your man, Is meant for mine servants that bears such minds, Their Masters thus but serves them in their kinds. Where's this fellow now that brings this news? He is gone with a flea in his ear: But has left his Message behind with my Lord Dudley, here. And whats the nowe. Duke Brandon my Liege. Oh, he's returned from France: And who comes with him? His royal wife, my Lord. Ha! royal wife: whose's that? Your highness sister, the late Q. of France. Our sister Q. his wife: who gave him her? 'tis said they were married at donor, my liege. I were better he had near seen the Town. Dares any Subject mix his blood with ours, without our leave? He comes himself my Liege, to answer it. Health to my Sovereign. And our brother king, your Message is before ye sir: off with his head. I beseech your Grace give me leave. Nay you have taken leave, away with him, bid the Captain of our Guard, convey him to the Tower. Hear me my Lord. Audacious Brandon, thinkst thou excuse shall serve. Right gracious Lord. Go to, your prayers will scarce save yourself, Durst ye contract yourself without our knowledge? Hence with that harebrain, Duke to the Tower I say, And bear our careless sister to the Fleet: I know sir, you broke a Lance for her, And bravely did unhorse the Challengers: Yet was there no such prize set on her head, That you without our leave should marry her. Oh my Lord, let me entreat for them. Tut Kate, though thus I seem A while to threaten them, mean not to disgrace my sister so: A way with them. What say ye Lords, Is he not worthy death for his misdeed? Unless your Grace shall please to pardon him. He deserves it then? He does my Liege. You are knaves and fools, and ye flatter me: God's holy Mother, I'll not have him hurt, for all your heads: Dear Brandon, I embrace thee in mine arms: Kind sister, I love you both so well. I cannot dart another angry frown To gain a kingdom: here take him Marie, I hold the happier in this English choice, Then to be Q. of France: Charles, love her well. And tell on Brandon, what's the news in France. The league is broke betwixt the Emperor And the young king of France: Forces are mustering On either part my Lord, for horse and foot. Hot variance is expected speedily. The Emperor is marching now to Landersey, There to invade the towns of Burgondie. God and S. George, we'll meet his Majesty, And strike a league of Christian amity. Lord Cardinal, you shall to France with speed, And in our name salute the Emperor, we'll give direction for your Embassage. The next fair wind, shall make us France to greet, Where Charles the Emperor, and king shall meet.
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Yes my good Lord, your Grace hath showne a patterne, to draw forth mine by, I assure your Highnesse, The punishment inflicted on your man, Is ment for mine seruants that beares such mindes, Their Maisters thus but serues them in their kindes. Wheres this fellow now that brings this newes? He is gone with a fla in his eare: But has left his Message behind with my Lord Dudley, here. And whats the nowe. Duke Brand my Liege. Oh, hees returnde from France: And who comes with him? His royall wife, my Lord. Ha royall wife: whose that? Your Highnesse sister, the late Q. of France. Ou sister Q. his : who gaue him her? Tis sed they were maried at Doner, my liege. I were better he had nere seen the Towne. Dares any Subiect mixe his blood with ours, without our leaue He comes himself my Liege, to answere it. Health to my Soueraigne. And our brother king, your Message is before ye sir: off with his head. I beseech your Grace giue me leaue. Nay you haue taken leaue, away with him, bid the Captaine of our Guard, conuey him to the Tower. Heare me my Lord. Audatious Brandon, thinkst thou excuse shall serue. Right gracious Lord. Go too, your prayers will scarce saue your selfe, Durst ye contract your selfe without our knowledge? Hence with that hare-braine, Duke to the Tower I say, And beare our carelesse sister to the Fleete: I know syr, you broke a Launce for her, And brauely did vnhorse the Challengers: Yet was there no such prize set on her head, That you without our leaue should marry her. Oh my Lord, let me intreat for them. Tut Kate, though thus I seeme A while to threaten them, meane not to disgrace my sister so: A way with them. What say ye Lords, Is he not worthy death for his misdeed? Vnlesse your Grace shall please to pardon him. He deserues it then? He does my Liege. You are knaues and fooles, and ye latter me: Gods holy Mother, Ile not haue him hut, for all your heads: Deare Brandon, I imbrace thee in mine armes: Kind sister, I loue you both so well. I cannot dart another angry fro ne To gaine a kingdom: here take him Mare, I hold the happier in this English choyce, Then to be Q. of France: Charles, loue her well. And tell on Brandon, whats the newes in France. The league is broke betwixt the Emperor And the yong king of France: Forces are mustring On ether part my Lord, for horse and foote. Hot variance is expected speedily. The Emperor is marching now to Ladersey, There to inuade the townes of Burgondie. God and S. George, weele meet his Maiesty, And strike a league of Christian amiie. Lord Cardinall, you shall to France with speed, And in our name salute the Emperor, Weele giue direction for your Embassage. The next faire wind, shall make vs France to gret, Where Charles the Emperor, and king shall meete.