1 If You Know Not Me You Know Nobody, or The Troubles of Queen Elizabeth · chunk 3 of 23
Heywood, Thomas · published 1605 · first performed or written 1604 [1604-1605; revised c.1632] (Annals) history · Queen Anne's Men T14 Royal love, favour and dynastic relation typicality 0.81 · 493 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T14: prince, princess, love, king, lord, queen, madam, grace, lady, life.
Prepare you Lords with our fair Queen to ride, And his high princely state let no man hide. Set forward Lords, this sudden news is sweet, Two royal lovers on the mid weigh mere. Good morrow Mistress, came you from the Princess? Master Gage, I did. How fares her Grace. O wondrous crazy gentle master Gage, Her sleeps are all unquiet, and her head Bears and grows giddy with continual grief. God grant her comfort, and release her pain, So good a Lady few on earth remain. O Arm, arm, arm. How now what's the matter. O Lord the house is beset, shoulders are as hot as fire, Are ready to enter every hole about the house, For as I was a'th' top of the stack, the sound of the Drum, hot me such a box a'th' Ear, that I came tumbling down, The stack with a thousand billets a'th' top on me, look about, And help for God's sake. Heaven guard the Princess grant that all be well, This Drum I fear, will prove her passing-bell. where's the Princess. O my honoured Lords, (May I with reverence presume to ask) What means these arms, why do you thus begirt, A poor weak Lady, near at point of death. Resolve the Princess we must speak with her. My Lords, know there is no admittance to her presence, Without the leave, first granted from herself. Go tell her we must and will. I'll certify so much. My Lords, as you are honourably borne, As you did love her father, or her brother, As you do owe allegiance to the Queen, In pity of her weakness, and low state, With best of favour, her commiserate. Her grace entreats you but to stay till morn? And than your message shallbe heard at full. 'tis from the Queen and we will speak with her. I'll certify so much. It shall not need, press after her my Lord. We are not pleased with your intrusions Lords. Is your haste such, of your affairs so urgent, That suddenly, and at this time of night, You press on one, and will not stay till morn? Sorry we are sweet Lady, to behold you in this sad plight. And I my Lords not glad, My heart, oh how it beats. Madam, our messsage and our duty from our Queen, we come to tender you, It is her pleasure, That you the 7. day of this month appear at Westminster. At Westminster? my Lords no soul more glad than I, To do my duty to her Majesty, But I am sorry at the heart, my heart, oh good Doctor raise me: Oh my heart, I hope my Lords, considering my extremity and Weakness, you will dispense a little with your haste. Doctor Owine and Doctor Wendith, You are the queen's Physicians truly sworn, On your allegiance, as before her highness you will answer it, Speak, may the Princess be removed with life.
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Prepare you Lords with our fayre Queene to ride, And his high princely state lett no man hide. Set forwad Lords, this sodaine newes is sweete, Two royall louers on the midde way meere. Good morrow Mistresse, came you from the Princesse? Master Gage, I did. How fares her Grace. O wondrous crazey gentle master Gage, Her sleepes are all vnquiet, and her head Bears and growes giddy with continuall griefe. God grant her comfort, and release her paine, So good a Ladie few on earth remaine. O Arme, arme, arme. How now what's the matter. O Lord the house is beset, shouldiers are as hot as fier, Are reddy to enter euerie hole about the howse, For as I was a'th toppe of the stacke, the sound of the Drumme, Hott mee such a box a'th Eare, that I came tumbling downe, The stacke with a thousand byllets a'th top on me, looke about, And helpe for gods sake. Heauen guard the Princesse grant that all be well, This Drumme I feare, will prooue her passing-bell. Wher's the Princesse. O my honor'd Lords, (May I with reuerence presume to aske) What meanes these armes, why doe you thus begirt, A poore weake Lady, neere at poynt of death. Resolue the Princesse we must speake with her. My Lords, know there is no admittance to her presence, VVithout the leaue, first granted from her selfe. Goe tell her we must and will. Ile certifie so much. My Lords, as you are honorably borne, As you did loue her father, or her brother, As you do owe alegeance to the Queene, In pitty of her weaknes, and lowe state, With best of fauor, her commisserate. Her grace intreates you but to stay till morne? And then your message shalbe heard at full. Tis from the Queene and wee will speake with her. Ile certifie so much. It shall not neede, presse after her my Lord. We are not pleas'd with your intrusions Lords. Is your hast such, of your affayres so vrgent, That sudenly, and at this tyme of night, You presse on one, and will not stay till morne? Sorry we are sweet Lady, to behold you in this sad plight. And I my Lords not glad, My hart, oh how it beats. Madam, our messuage and our duty from our Queene, Wee come to tender you, It is her pleasure, That you the 7. day of this moneth appeare at Westminster. At Westminster? my Lords no soule more glad then I, To doe my duty to her Maiestie, But I am sorry at the hart, my hart, oh good Doctor rayse me: Oh my hart, I hope my Lords, considering my excremity and Weaknes, you will dispence a little with your hast. Doctor Owine and Doctor Wendith, You are the Queenes Phisitions truly sworne, On your alegeance, as before her highnes you will answere it, Speake, may the Princesse be remoou'd with life.