When You See Me You Know Me (Henry the Eighth) · chunk 48 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 · 463 words
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I am looking round about the Emperor, methinks 'tis a strange fight for though he have seen more fools than I, yet I never saw no more Emperors but him. Is this Will Summers? I have heard of him in all the PRINCE's Courts in Christendom. Law foole of mee, tell yee. Will summers is known far and near ye see. William, then I am for ye, I have not rhymed with ye a great while, and now I'll challenge ye, and the Emperor shall be judge between us. Content my Lord, I am for ye all, come but one at once Say yee we'll put you to an unplus presently. To him Wil. I warrant you Madam. Answer this sir, The bud is spread the Rose is A wench 'tis sed, was found in your bed, besides the Queen. godamercy for that Will, There's two angels for thee: I my Lord I am glad I know it. Gods mother Kate, wilt thou believe the fool? he lies, he lies, a sirrah William, I perceive and't had been so, you would have shamed me before the Emperor, yet William have at you once more, In yonder Tower, there's a flower, that hath my heart. Within this hour, she pissed full sour, & let a fart. he's, too hard for you my Lord, I'll try him one venye myself, what say you to this William? An Emperor is great, high is his fear, who is his foe? The worms that shall eat, his carcase for meat whether he will or no. Well answeed wil, yet A uddy lip, Who comes next than? The Queen William, took to yourself, To him Kate. Come on William, answer to this, What could I take, my head doth ache, what physic's good? Heeres will and warne your blood. I am not repulsed at first William, again sir, Women and their wills, are dangerous ills, as some man suppose. She that puddings fills, when snow lies o'th' hills, must keep clean her nose. Enough good William, you're too hard for all: My Lord the Emperor, we delay too long, Your promised welcome to the English Court, The honourable order of the garter, Your Majesty shall take immediately, And sit installed therewith in Windsor Castle, I tell ye there are lads girt with that order, That will ungirt the proudest Champion: Set forwards there regard the emperors state, First in our Court we'll banquet merrily, Then mount on steeds, and girt in complete steel, we'll tug at Barriers, Tilt and tournament: Then shall ye see the Yeomen of my guard Wrestle, shoot, throw the sledge, or pitch the bar, Or any other active exercise: Those triumphs past, we'll forthwith haste to Windsor, S. George's knight shall be the Christian Emperor
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I am looking round about the Emperour, mee thinks ti a for though he have seene more fooles then I, yet I never saw no more Emperours but him. Is this Wil ▪ I have heard of him in all the Princes Courts in Christendome. Law foole of mee, tell yee. Wil summers is knowne farre and neere yee see. I am for yee, I have not rymed with yee a great while, and now Ile challenge yes, and the Emperour shall bee iudge beetweene vs. Content my Lord, I am for ye all, come but one Say yee Weele put you to an presentlie. To him Wil. I warrnt you Madam. Answer this sir, The bud is spread the A wench , was found in you bed, besides the Qeene. Godamarcy for that Wil Theres two angells for the: I my Lord I am glad I know it. God mother Kate▪ wilt thou beleeve the foole? he lies, he ies, a sirra William, I perceive and't had beene so, you would hav shamed me before the Emperour, et William have at you once more, In yonder Tower▪ theres a flower, that hath my hart. Within this houre, she pit full sower, & let a fart. Hee, too hrd for you my Lord, le try him one venye my selfe, what say you to this William? An Emperour is grete, high is his feae, who is his fo? The that shall , his carkas for whether he will o no. Well answeed wil, yet A uddy lip, Who comes next then? The Queene , tooke to your selfe, To hi Kate. Come on , answer to this, What could I take, my head doth ake, what good? Heeres will and warne your blood. I am not repulst at first William, sir, Women and their wills, are dangerous ills, as suppose. She that puddings fills, when must keep her nos. Inough good William, y'are too hard for all: My Lord the Emperour, we delay too long, Your promised welcome to the English Court, The honourable order of the garter, Your Maiestie shall take immediately, And sit instalde terewith in Windsr Castle, I tell ye there are lads girt with that order, That wil vngirt prowdest Champion: Set forwards there egard the Emperours state, First in our Court weele banquet merrily, Then mount on steedes, and girt in complete steele, Weele tugge at Barriers, Tilt and turnament: Then shall yee see the Yeomen of my guard Wrestle, shoote, throw the sledge, or pitch the barre, Or any other active exercise: Those triumphs past, weele forthwith haste to Windsor, S. Gorges knight shall be the Christian Emperour