The True Chronicle of King Leir (King Lear and his Three Daughters) · chunk 43 of 43
Anonymous · published 1605 · first performed or written 1590 [c.1588-1594] (Annals) history · Queen Elizabeth's Men (?) unassigned nearest T50 Fleets, armies and generals: war by sea · 462 words
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Peace, peace, old fellow, thou art sleepy still. Faith, and if you reason till tomorrow, You get no other answer at their hands. 'tis pity two such good faces Should have so little grace between them. Well, let us see if their husbands with their hands, Can do as much, as they do with their tongues. ay, with their swords they'll make your tongue unsay What they have said, or else they'll cut them out. Too't, gallants, to't, let's not stand brawling thus. The day is lost, our friends do all revolt, And join against us with the adverse part: There is no means of safety but by flight, And therefore i'll to Cornwall with my Queen. I think, there is a devil in the Camp hath haunted me today: he hath so tired me, that in a manner I can fight no more. Zounds, here he comes, I'll take me to my horse. Farewell (Welshman) give thee but thy due, Thou hast a light and nimble pair of legs: Thou are more in debt to them then to thy hands: But if I meet thee once again today, I'll cut them off, and set them to a better heart. Thanks be to God, your foes are overcome, And you again possessed of your right. First to the heavens, next, thanks to you, my son, By whose good means I repossess the same: Which if it please you to accept yourself, With all my heart I will resign to you: For it is yours by right, and none of mine. First, have you raised, at your own charge, a power Of valiant Soldiers; (this comes all from you) Next have you ventured your own persons scathe. And lastly, (worthy Gallia never stained) My kingly title I by thee have gained. Thank heavens, not me, my zeal to you is such, Command my utmost, I will never grudge. He that with all kind love entreats his Queen, Will not be to her father unkind seen. Ah, my Cordella, now I call to mind, The modest answer, which I took unkind: But now I see, I am no whit beguiled, Thou lovedst me dearly, and as aught a child. And thou (Perillus) partner once in woe, Thee to requite, the best I can, I'll do: Yet all I can, ay, were it ne'er so much, Were not sufficient, thy true love is such. Thanks (worthy Mumford) to thee last of all, Not greeted last, 'cause thy desert was small; No, thou hast Lion-like laid on today, Chasing the Cornwall King and Cambria; Who with my daughters, daughters did I say? To save their lives, the fugitives did play. Come, son and daughter, who did me advance, Repose with me awhile, and then for France.
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Peace, peace, old fellow, thou art sleepy still. Fayth, and if you reason till to morrow, You get no other answere at their hands. Tis pitty two such good faces Should haue so little grace betweene them. Well, let vs see if their husbands with their hands, Can do as much, as they do with their toungs. I, with their swords they'l make your toung vnsay What they haue sayd, or else they'l cut them out. Too't, gallants, too't, let's not stand brawling thus. The day is lost, our friends do all reuolt, And ioyne against vs with the aduerse part: There is no meanes of safety but by flight, And therefore ile to Cornwall with my Queene. I thinke, there is a deuill in the Campe hath haunted me to day: he hath so tyred me, that in a maner I can fight no more. Zounds, here he comes, Ile take me to my horse. Farewell (Welshman) giue thee but thy due, Thou hast a light and nimble payre of legs: Thou are more in debt to them then to thy hands: But if I meet thee once agayne to day, Ile cut them off, and set them to a better heart. Thanks be to God, your foes are ouercome, And you againe possessed of your right. First to the heauens, next, thanks to you, my sonne, By whole good meanes I repossesse the same: Which if it please you to accept your selfe, With all my heart I will resigne to you: For it is yours by right, and none of mine. First, haue you raisd, at your owne charge, a power Of valiant Souldiers; (this comes all from you) Next haue you ventured your owne persons scathe. And lastly, (worthy Gallia neuer staynd) My kingly title I by thee haue gaynd. Thank heauens, not me, my zeale to you is such, Commaund my vtmost, I will neuer grutch. He that with all kind loue intreats his Queene, Will not be to her father vnkind seene. Ah, my Cordella, now I call to mind, The modest answere, which I tooke vnkind: But now I see, I am no whit beguild, Thou louedst me dearely, and as ought a child. And thou (Perillus) partner once in woe, Thee to requite, the best I can, Ile doe: Yet all I can, I, were it ne're so much, Were not sufficient, thy true loue is such. Thanks (worthy Mumford) to thee last of all, Not greeted last, 'caus thy desert was small; No, thou hast Lion-like layd on to day, Chasing the Cornwall King and Cambria; Who with my daughters, daughters did I say? To saue their liues, the fugitiues did play. Come, sonne and daughter, who did me aduaunce, Repose with me awhile, and then for Fraunce.