When You See Me You Know Me (Henry the Eighth) · chunk 42 of 48
Rowley, Samuel · published 1605 · first performed or written 1604 (Annals) history · Prince Henry's Men unassigned nearest T42 English historical figures: a mixed clus · 479 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T42: harry, percy, lord, king, god, falstalffe, frances, mowbray, life, mortimer.
Sir boy no more i'll here no more of her, Proud slut, bold traitoress, and forgetful beast, Yet dare she further move our patience. I'll pawn my princely word, right royal father, She shall not speak a word to anger ye. Will you pawn your word for her mother a god The Prince of Wales his word is warrant for a king, And we will take it Ned, go call her in. Sir William let the guard attend without, Reach me a chair, all but the prince depart. How now, what do you weep and kneel, does your black soul the guilt of conscience feel, Out, out, your a traitor. A traitor, O you all seeing powers, Here witness to my Lord my loyalty A traitor. O then you are too merciful, If I have treason in me, why rip ye not My ugly heart out with your weapon's point, O my good Lord, If it have traitors blood, It will be black, deformed, and tenebrous, If not, from it will spring a scarlet fountain, And spit defiance in their perjured throats That have accused me to your majesty, Making my state thus full of misery. Canst thou deny it. Else should I wrongfully accuse myself, Of my dear Lord I do beseech your highness To satisfy your wronged Queen in this, Upon what ground grows this suspicion, Or who thus wrongfully accuseth me. Of cursed treason 'gainst your majesty. Some probable effects myself can witness, Others our faithful subjects, can testify: Have you not oft maintained arguments, Even to our face against religion: Which joined with other complots show itself, As it is gathered by our loyal subjects, For treason Capital against our person, God's holy mother you'll remove us quickly, And turn me out, old Harry must away, Now in mine age, lame and half bedrid, Or else you'll keep me fast enough in prison, Haw, mistress, these are no hateful treasons these. Heaven on my forehead write my worst intent, And let your hate against my life be bent, If ever thought of ill against your majesty, Was harboured here refuse me gracious God, To your face, my ledge, if to your face I speak it. It manifests no complot, nor no treason, Nor are they loyal that so injure me; What I did speak, was as my woman's wit, To hold out Argument could compass it, My puny scholarship is held too weak To maintain proofs about religion, Alas I did it but to waste the time, Kowug as then your grace was weae and sickly, So to expel part of your pain and grief: And for my good intent they seek my life, O God, how am I wronged. Ha, sayst thou so, was it no otherwise. What should I say, that you might credit me, If I am false, heaven strike me suddenly.
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Sir boye no more ile here no more of her, Proud slut, bold traitresse, and forgetfull beast, Yet dare she further moue our patience. Ile pawne my princely word, right royall father, She shall not speake a word to anger ye. Will you pawne your word for her mother a god The Prince of Wales his word is warrant for a king, And we will take it Ned, go call her in. Sir William let the gard attend without, Reach me a chaire, all but the prince depart. How now, what doe you weepe and kneele, Dus your blacke soule the gylte of conscience feele, Out, out, your a traytor. A traytor, O you all seeing powres, Here witnesse to my Lord my loyalty A traytor. O then you are too mercifull, If I haue treason in me, why rip ye not My vgly hart out with your weapons poynt, O my good Lord, If it haue traytors blood, It will be black, deformd, and tenibrous, If not, from it will spring a scarlet fountaine, And spit defiance in their periurde throates That haue accusde me to your maiesty, Making my state thus full of misery. Canst thou deny it. Else should I wrongfully accuse my selfe, Of my deare Lord I do beseech your highnesse To satisfie your wronged Queene in this, Vpon what ground growes this suspicion, Or who thus wrongfully accuseth me. Of cursed treason gainst your maiesty. Some probable effects my selfe can witnesse, Others our faithfull subiects, can testifie: Haue you not oft maintained arguments, Euen to our face against religion: Which ioynd with other complots show it selfe, As it is gathered by our loyall subiects, For treason Cappitall against our person, Gods holy mother youle emoue vs quickly, And turne me out, old Harry must away, Now in mine age, lame and halfe bed-rid, Or else youle keepe me fast inough in prison, Haw, mistris, these are no hatefull treasons these. Heauen on my fore-head write my worst intent, And let your hate against my lie be bent, If euer thought of ill against your maiestie, Was harbord here refuse me gratious God, To your face, my ledge, if to your face I speake it. It maniestes no complot, nor no treason, Nor are they loyall that so iniure ; What I did speake, was as my womans wit, To hold out Argument could compasse it, My puny schollership is helde too weake To maintaine proofes about religion, Alas I did it but to wast the time, Kowug as then your grace was weae and sickly, So to expell parte of your paine and griese: And for my good intent they seeke my life, O God, how am I wrongd. Ha, aist thou so, was it no otherwise. What should I say, that you might credit me, If I am false, heauen strike me sodainly.