1 If You Know Not Me You Know Nobody, or The Troubles of Queen Elizabeth · chunk 11 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 0.84 · 497 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T14: prince, princess, love, king, lord, queen, madam, grace, lady, life.
If the Queen please, they shall. A noble and right reverent Counsellor, Promised to beg it of her Majesty: And if she say the word, my Lord she shall. ay, if she say the word, it shallbe so: My lord of Winchester speaks the contrary, So do the Clergy, they are honest men. My honoured Lord, why should you take delight To torture a poor Lady innocent? The Queen I know when she shall hear of this, Will greatly discommend your cruelty. You served her father, and he loved you well, You served her brother, and he held you dear, And can you hate the sister he best loved? You serve her sister, she esteems you high, And you may live to serve her ere you die: And therefore good my Lord, let this prevail, Only the casements of her window ope, Whereby she may receive fresh gladsome air. O you preach well to deaf men, no, not I, So letters may fly in, I'll none of that, She is my prisoner, and if I durst, But that my warrant is not yet so strict, I'd lay her in a dungeon where her eyes, Should not have light to read her prayer book, So would I danger both her soul and body, 'cause she an alien is to us catholiques, Her bed should be all snakes, her rest despair, Torture should make her curse, her faithless prayer. My Lord, it is the pleasure of the Queen, The prisoner Princess should have all the use Of the lieutenants garden, the queen's lodgings, And all the liberty this place affords. What means her grace by that? You may go ask her and you will my Lord, Moreover 'tis her highness further pleasure, That her sworn servants shall attend on her, Two gentlemen of her ewery, two of her Pantry, Two of her Kitchen, and two of her wardrobe, Besides this gentleman here master Gage. The next willbe her freedom, oh this mads me. Which way lies the Princess. This way my Lord. This willbe glad tidings: come let's tell her grace. willt please your honour, let my Lady Walk in the lieutenants garden, Or may but see the lodgings of the Queen, Or open the casements to receive fresh air, Shall she my Lord: shall she this freedom use, She shall: for you can neither will nor choose, Or shall she have some servants of her own, To attend on her: I pray let it be so, And let your look no more poor prisoners daunt, I pray deny not what you needs must grant. This base groom flouts me, oh this frets my heart, These knaves will let upon their privilege, But yet i'll vex her, I have found the means, I'll have my cooks to dress my meat with hers, And every officer my men shall match, Oh that I could but drain her hearts dear blood, Oh it would feed me, do my soul much good.
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If the Queene please, they shall. A noble and right reuerent Counsellor, Promist to begge it of her Maiestie: And if she say the word, my Lord she shall. I, if she say the word, it shalbe so: My lord of Winchester speakes the contrarie, So doe the Clergie, they are honest men. My honor'd Lord, why should you take delight To torture a poore Lady innocent? The Queene I know when she shall heare of this, Will greatly discommend your crueltie. You seru'd her father, and he lou'd you well, You seru'd her brother, and he held you deare, And can you hate the sister he best lou'd? You serue her sister, she esteemes you hye, And you may liue to serue her ere you dye: And therefore good my Lord, let this preuaile, Only the casements of her window ope, Whereby she may receiue fresh gladsome ayre. O you preach well to deafe men, no, not I, So letters may fly in, Ile none of that, She is my prisoner, and if I durst, But that my warrant is not yet so strickt, Ide lay her in a dungeon where her eyes, Should not haue light to read her prayer booke, So would I danger both her soule and body, Cause she an alyen is to vs catholiques, Her bed should be all snakes, her rest dispayre, Torture should make her curse, her faythles prayer. My Lord, it is the pleasure of the Queene, The prisoner Princesse should haue all the vse Of the lieftenants garden, the Queenes lodgings, And all the liberty this place affords. What meanes her grace by that? You may goe aske her and you will my Lord, Moreouer tis her highnes furder pleasure, That her sworne seruants shal attend on her, Two gentlemen of her Ewry, two of her Pantry, Two of her Kitchin, and two of her wardrobe, Besydes this gentleman here master Gage. The next wilbe her freedom, oh this madds me. Which way lyes the Princesse. This way my Lord. This wilbe glad tydings: come let's tell her grace. Wilt please your honor, let my Lady Walke in the leiftenants garden, Or may but see the lodgings of the Queene, Or ope the casements to receiue fresh ayre, Shall shee my Lord: shall shee this freedom vse, Shee shall: for you can neither will nor chuse, Or shall shee haue some seruants of her owne, To attend on her: I pray let it be so, And let your looke no more poore prisoners daunt, I pray deny not what you needes must grant. This base groome flowts me, oh this frets my hart, These knaues will let vpon their priuiledge, But yet ile vex her, I haue found the meanes, Ile haue my cookes to dresse my meate with hers, And euerie officer my men shall match, Oh that I could but draine her harts deare blood, Oh it would feede me, do my soule much good.