1 If You Know Not Me You Know Nobody, or The Troubles of Queen Elizabeth · chunk 13 of 23
Heywood, Thomas · published 1605 · first performed or written 1604 [1604-1605; revised c.1632] (Annals) history · Queen Anne's Men T42 English historical figures: a mixed clus typicality 0.90 · 481 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T42: harry, percy, lord, king, god, falstalffe, frances, mowbray, life, mortimer.
Hath he not think you a stretch conscience, And if my secret murder should be put into his hands, Hath he not heart think you to execute. Defend it heaven, and Gods almighty hand, Betwixt your Grace, and such intendments stand. Come madam will you go. With all my heart, farewell, farewell, I am freed from limbo to be sent to hell. What storm comes next: this hath dispersed us quite And shattered us to nothing; though we be denied the presence Of our mistress, yet we will walk a loof, and none control us. Here will she cross the river, stand in her eye, That she may take some notice of our neglected duties, Come this way they say, the sweet Princess comes, Let us present her with such tokens of good will, As we have. They say she's such a virtuous Princess, that she'll except of a cup of cold water, and I have even a nosegay for her Grace, here she comes. The Lord preserve thy sweet Grace. What are these? The townsmen of the country gathered here, To greet your Grace, hearing you past this way. Give them this Gold, and thank them for their loves. what traitor knaves are gathered here to make a tumult? Now the Lord bless thy sweet Grace. If they persist, I charge you soldiers stop their mouths. It shall not need the poor are loving, but the rich despise, And though you curb their tongue, spare them their eyes, Your love my smart always not but prolongs, Pray for me in your hearts, not with your tongues, See see my Lord, look I have stilled them all, Not one amongst them, but debates my fall. Alas Sir Harry these are honest country men, That much rejoice to see the Princess well. My lord my Lord, my charge is great. And mine as great as yours. Hark hark my Lord, what Bells are these? The townsmen of this village, Hearing your highness pass this way, Salutes your coming with this peal of Bells. traitors and knaves ring Bells, When the queen's enemy passeth through the town, Go set he knaves byth' heals, make their pates ring noon, I charge thee Barwick. Alas poor men, help them thou God above, Thus men are forced to suffer for my love, What said my servants, those that stood aloof? They deeply conjured me out of their loves, To know how your case goes, which these poor people second. Say to them tanquam Ouis. Come come away, this lingering will benight us. Madam this night your lodge's at my house, No prisoner are you madam for this night. How? no prisoner. No, no prisoner, what I intend to do i'll answer, madam, will't please you go. Now gentle master usher, what says my Lady. Thus did she bid me say tanquam Ouis, Farewell I must away.
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Hath he not thinke you a stretch conscience, And if my secret murder should be put into his hands, Hath he not hart thinke you to execute. Defend it heauen, and Gods almightie hand, Betwixt your Grace, and such intendments stand. Come madam will you goe. With all my hart, fare-well, far-well, I am freed from Lymbo to be sent to hell. What storme comes next: this hath disperst vs quite And shattered vs to nothing; though we be deny'd the presence Of our mistres, yet we will walke a loofe, and none controwle vs. Here will she crosse the riuer, stand in her eie, That she may take some notice of our neglected dutyes, Come this way they say, the sweete Princesse comes, Let vs presente her with such tokens of good will, As we haue. They say shee's such a vertuous Princesse, that sheele except of a cupp of cold water, and I haue euen a nosegay for her Grace, here she comes. The Lord preserue thy sweete Grace. What are these? The townes-men of the country gathered here, To greete your Grace, hearing you past this way. Giue them this Gold, and thanke them for their loues. what traytor knaues are gather'd here to make a tumult? Now the Lord blesse thy sweete Grace. If they persist, I charge you soldiers stop their mouthes. Yt shall not need the poore are louing, but the rich despise, And though you curbe their tongue, spare them their eyes, Your loue my smart alwaies not but prolonges, Pray for me in your harts, not with your tongues, See see my Lord, looke I haue stild them all, Not one amongst them, but debates my fall. Alas Sir Harry these are honest contrey men, That much reioyce to see the Princesse well. My lord my Lord, my charge is great. And myne as great as yours. Harke harke my Lord, what Bells are these? The townes-men of this village, Hearing your highnes passe this way, Salutes your comming with this peale of Bells. Traytors and knaues ring Bells, When the Queenes enemy passeth through the towne, Goe set he knaues by'th heales, make their pates ring noone, I charge thee Barwick. Alas poore men, helpe them thou God aboue, Thus men are forst to suffer for my loue, What sayd my seruants, those that stood aloofe? They deepely coniur'd me out of their loues, To know how your case goes, which these poore people second. Say to them tanquam Ouis. Come come away, this lingring will benight vs. Madam this night your lodging's at my house, No prisoner are you Madame for this night. How? no prisoner. No, no prisoner, what I intend to do ile answere, Madame, wil't please you goe. Now gentle master vsher, what sayes my Lady. Thus did she bid me say tanquam Ouis, Farewell I must away.