1 If You Know Not Me You Know Nobody, or The Troubles of Queen Elizabeth · chunk 10 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 0.82 · 498 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T14: prince, princess, love, king, lord, queen, madam, grace, lady, life.
So so, let me alone, let me alone to coop her, I'll use her so, the Queen shall much commend My diligent care. Where have you left the Princess? Where she is safe enough I warrant you, I have not granted her the privilege Of any walk, or garden, or to ope Her windows, casements to receive the air. My lord, my lord, you deal without respect, And worse than your Commission can maintain. My Lord, I hope I know mine office well, And better than yourself within this place, Then teach not me my duty, she shallbe used so still, The Queen commands, and I'll obey her will, But if this time should alter, mark me well, Could this be answered, could it fellow Peers? I think not so. Tush tush the Queen is young likely to bear, Of her own body a more royal heir. My Lords the Princess humbly entreats, That her own servants may bear up her diet, A company of base untutored slaves, Whose hands did never serve a Princess board, Do take that privilege. 'twas my appointment, and it shallbe so. Gods marry dear, but it shall not be, Lord Howard join with me, we'll to the King. Stay good my Lords for instance, see they come, If this be seemly, let your honours judge. Come come my Lords, why do you stay so long, The queen's high favour shall amend this wrong. Now sir, what have you got by your complaining, you common find-fault; what, is your Mistress stomach so queasy? our honest soldiers must not touch her meat, then let her fast, I know her stomach will come down at last. untutored slave, I'll ease thee of this burden, Her highness scorns to touch the dish Her servants brings not up. Presume to touch a dish I'll lodge thee there, Where thou shalt see no sun for one hole year. I would to god you would, in any place Where I might live from thought of her disgrace, O thou all-seeing heavens, with piteous eyes, Look on th'oppressions of their cruelty! Let not thy truth, by falsehood be oppressed, But let her virtues shine and give her rest, Confound the sleights, and practice of those men, Whose pride do kick against thy seat of heaven. Oh draw the curtains from their filthy sin, And make them loathe the hell which they live in. Prosper the Princess, and her life defend, A glorious comfort to her troubles send. If ever thou hadst pity, hear my prayer, And give releasement to a PRINCE's care. The Princess thus entreats you honoured Lord, She may but walk in the Lieutenants garden, Or else repose herself in the Queen's lodgings: My honoured Lord, grant this as you did love The famous Henry her deceased father. Come talk not to me for I am resolved, Nor lodging, garden, nor lieutenants walks Shall here be granted, she's a prisoner. My Lord, they shall. How, shall they knave?
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So so, let me alone, let me alone to coope her, Ile vse her so, the Queene shall muth commend My diligent care. VVhere haue you left the Princesse? VVhere she is safe ynough I warrant you, I haue not granted her the priuiledge Of any walke, or garden, or to ope Her windowes, casements to receiue the ayre. My lord, my lord, you deale without respect, And worse than your Commission can mainetaine. My Lord, I hope I know mine office well, And better than your selfe within this place, Then teach not me my dutie, she shalbe vsd so still, The Queene commands, and Ile obay her will, But if this tyme should alter, marke me well, Could this be answer'd, could it fellow Peeres? I thinke not so. Tush tush the Queene is young likely to beare, Of her owne body a more royall heyre. My Lords the Princesse humbly entreats, That her owne seruants may beare vp her dyet, A company of base vntutord slaues, Whose hands did neuer serue a Princesse boord, Do take that priuiledge. Twas my appoyntment, and it shalbe so. Gods marry deere, but it shall not be, Lord Howard ioyne with me, weele to the King. Stay good my Lords for instance, see they come, If this be seemly, let your honors Iudge. Come come my Lords, why do you staye so long, The Queenes high fauor shall amend this wrong. Now sir, what haue you got by your complayning, you common find-fault; what, is your Mistresse stomacke so queasie? our honest souldiers must not touch her meat, then let her fast, I know her stomacke will come downe at last. Vntutor'd slaue, Ile ease thee of this burden, Her highnes scornes to touch the dishe Her seruants brings not vp. Presume to touch a dish Ile lodge thee there, Where thou shalt see no sunne for one hole yeare. I would to god you would, in any place Where I might liue from thought of her disgrace, O thou all-seeing heauens, with pitious eies, Looke on th'oppresions of their cruelty! Let not thy truth, by falshood be opprest, But let her vertues shyne and giue her rest, Confound the sleights, and practise of those men, Whose pride do kicke against thy seat of heauen. Oh draw the courtaines from their filthy sinne, And make them loath the hell which they liue in. Prosper the Princesse, and her life defend, A glorious comfort to her troubles send. If euer thou hadst pittie, heare my prayer, And giue releasement to a Princes care. The Princesse thus entreats you honor'd Lord, She may but walke in the Lieftenants garden, Or els repose her selfe in the Queens lodgings: My honor'd Lord, grant this as you did loue The famous Henry her deceased father. Come talke not to me for I am resolu'd, Nor lodging, garden, nor lieftenants walkes Shall here be granted, shee's a prisoner. My Lord, they shall. How, shall they knaue?