When You See Me You Know Me (Henry the Eighth) · chunk 46 of 48
Rowley, Samuel · published 1605 · first performed or written 1604 (Annals) history · Prince Henry's Men unassigned nearest T14 Royal love, favour and dynastic relation · 492 words
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On gentlemen, and meet the Prince of Wales. That comes forerunner to his royal father, To entertain the Christian Emperor: meanwhile, your Majesty may here behold This warlike kingdom fair Metropolis, The City London, and the river Thames, And note the situation of the place. We do my Lord, and count it admirable: But see Lord Admiral, the Prince is coming. Well met young cousin. I kiss your highness hand. And bid you welcome to my father's lands I shall not need infer comparisons, Welcome beyond compare, for so your excellency Hath honoured England, in containing you, As with all princely pomp and state we can, we'll entertain great Charles the Austrian: And first, in sign of honour to your grace, I here present this collar of estate, This golden garter of the knighthood's order, An honour to renown the Emperor: Thus as my father hath commanded me, I entertain your royal majesty. True honoured offspring of a famous King Thou dost amaze me, and dost make me wish I were a second son to England Lord, In interchange of my imperial seat; To live with thee fair hope of Majesty, So well our welcome we accept of thee, And with such princely spirit pronounce the word, Thy father's state, can no more state afford. Yes my good Lord, in him there's Majesty, In me there's love with tender infancy. The trumpets sound my Lord, the King is coming. Go all of you attend his royal person, Whilst we observe the emperors Majesty. Hold, stand I say. Stand gentlemen. Cease those trumpets there. Is the Emperor yet come in sight of us? His Majesty is hard at hand my Lord. Then Branden, sheath our Sword and bear our Maces down, In honour of my Lord, the Emperor: Forward again. On Gentlemen afore, sound trumpets and set forwards. Behold my father, gracious Emperor. we'll meet him Cousin: Uncle of England, King of France and Ireland, defender of the ancient Christian faith; With greater joy I do embrace thy breast, Then when the seven Electors crowned me, Great Emperor of the Christian Monarchy. Great Charles, the first Emperor of Almaigne, King of the Romans, Semper Augustus, warlike king of Spain and Sicily, both Naples, Navarre and Arragon, king of Crete and great lerusalem, Archduke of Austria, Duke of Milan, Brabant, Burgundy, Tyrrell and Flanders, with this great title I embrace thy breast, And how thy sight doth please, suppose the rest, Sound trumpets, while my fair Queen Katerne Gives entertainment to the Emperor. Welcome again to England princely Cousin, We dwell here, but in an outward continent, Where winters icicles hangs on our beards, Bordering upon the frozen Orcades, Our mother-point, compassed with the Arctic sea, Where raging Boreas sties from winter's mouth, Yet are our bloods as hot, as where the Sun doth rise, We have no golden mines to lead you to, But hearts of proof, and what we speak, we'll do.
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On gentlemen, and meee the Prince of Wales. That comes forerunner to his royall father, To entertaine the Christian Emperour: Meane while, your Maiesty may heere behold This warlike kingdome faire Metropolis, The Citty London, and the river Thames, And note the scituation of the place. We do my Lord, and count it admirable: But see Lord Admirall, the Prince is comming. Well met yong coosen. I kisse your highnesse hand. And bid you welcome to my fathers lands I shall not neede inferre comparisons, Welcome beyond compare, for so your excellencie Hath honoured England, in containing you, As with all princely pompe and state we can, Weele entertaine great Charles the Austrian: And first, in signe of honour to your grace, I heere present this collar of estate, This golden garter of the knighthoods order, An honour to renowne the Emperour: Thus as my father hath commanded me, I entertaine your royall Maistie. True honoured off-spring of a famous King Thou dost amaze me, and doost ake me wish I were a second sonne to Englan Lord, In interchange of my imperiall seates To live with thee hope of Maiestie, So well our welcome we accept of thee, And with such pncely spirit pronounce the word, Thy fathers state, can no more state afford. Yes my good Lord, in him theres Maiesty, In me theres love with tender infancie. The trumpets found my Lord, the King is comming. Go all of you attend his royall person, Whilst we observe the Emperours Maiesty. Hold, stand I say. Stand genlemen. Cease those trumpets there. Is the Emperour yet come in sight of vs? His Maiestie is hard at hand my Lord. Then , sheathe Sword and beare our Maces downe, In honour of my Lord, the Emperour: Forward agne. On Gentlemen afore, sound trumpets and set forward. Behold my father, gratious Emperour. Weele meete him Coosen: Vnckle of England, King of France and Ireland, defender of the antient Christian faith; With greater ioy I do embrace thy breast, Then when the seaven Electors crowed me, Great Emperour of the Christian Monachy. Great Chles, the first Emperour of Alayne, King of the Romas, Semper Angustus, warlike king of Spaine and Cicily, both Naples, Navar and Arrag, king of Creete and great lerusalem, Arch-duke of Austria, Duke of Millaine, Brabant, Burgndy, Tyrrell and Flanders, with this great title I embrace thy breast, And how thy sight doth please, suppose the rest, Sound trumpets, while my faire Queene Katree Gives entertainment to the Emperour. Welcome againe to England princely Coosen, We dwell heere, but in an ouward continent, Where winters ice-ckles hangs on our beards, Bordring vpon the frozen Orcades, Our mother-point, compast with the Artike sea, Where raging Boreas styes from winters mouth, Yet are our bloods as hote, as where the Sun doth rise, We have no golden mines to leade you to, But hearts of proofe, and what we speake, weele do.