1 If You Know Not Me You Know Nobody, or The Troubles of Queen Elizabeth · chunk 15 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 0.89 · 480 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T42: harry, percy, lord, king, god, falstalffe, frances, mowbray, life, mortimer.
O my Lord, you speak not charitably. Nor will we Lords embrace his heedless counsel, I do protest as I am King of Spain, My utmost power i'll stretch to make them friends, Come Lords let's in, my love and wit i'll try To end this jar; the Queen shall not deny. What fearful terror doth assail my heart? Good Gage come hither and resolve me true In thy opinion; shall I out live this night, I pray thee speak. Out live this night, I pray Madam why. Then to be plain this night I look to die. O Madam, you were borne to better fortunes, That God that made you, will protect you still From all your enemies that wish you ill. My heart is fearful. O my honoured Lord, As ever you were noble in your thoughts, Speak, shall my Lady out live this night, or no? You much amaze me sir, else heaven forefend. For if we should imagine any plot, Pretending to the hurt of our dear mistress, I and my fellows though far unable are To stand against your power, will die together. And I with you would spend my dearest blood, To do that virtuous Lady any good. Sir Harry, now my charge I must resign, The lady's wholly in your custody, Yet use her kindly as she well deserves, And so I take my leave, Madame adieu. My honoured Lord farewell, unwilling I With grief and woe must continue, Help me to some ink and paper good Sir Harry. What to do Madam. To write a letter to the Queen my sister. I find not that in my Commission. Good jailor urge not thy Commission. No jailor, but your guardian Madam. Then reach me pen and ink. Madam I dare not, my Commission serves not. Thus you have driven me of from time to time, Still urging me with your Commission. Good jailor be not so severe. Good madam I entreat you lose that name Of jailor, twill be a byword to me and my posterity. As often as you name your Commission, So often will I call you jailor. Say I should reach you pen, ink and paper, Who be't dare bear a letter sent from you. I do not keep a servant so dishonest, That would deny me that. whoever dares, none shall. madam, impose the letter to my trust, Were I to bear it through a field of pikes, And in my way ten thousand armed men ambushed, I'd make my passage through the midst of them, And perforce bear it to the Queen your sister. Baddy of me, what a bold knave's this? Gage leave me to myself, Thou ever living power, that givest all hearts, Give to my pen, a true persuasive style, That it may move my impatient sister's ears, And urge her to compassionate my woe.
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O my Lord, you speake not charitably. Nor will we Lords embrace his heedles counsell, I doe protest as I am King of Spaine, My vtmost power ile stretch to make them frends, Come Lords let's in, my loue and wit ile try To end this Iarre; the Queene shall not deny. What fearefull terror doth assayle my hart? Good Gage come hether and resolue me true In thy opinion; shall I out liue this night, I pre thee speake. Out liue this night, I pray Madam why. Then to be plaine this night I looke to die. O Madam, you were borne to better fortunes, That God that made you, will protect you still From all your enemies that wish you ill. My hart is fearefull. O my honor'd Lord, As euer you were noble in your thoughts, Speake, shall my Lady out liue this night, or no? You much amaze me sir, els heauen forefend. For if we should imagine any plott, Pretending to the hurt of our deere mistres, I and my fellowes though farre vnable are To stand against your power, will dy together. And I with you would spend my deerest blood, To do that vertuous Lady any good. Sir Harry, now my charge I must resigne, The Ladye's wholy in your custody, Yet vse her kindly as she well deserues, And so I take my leaue, Madame adue. My honor'd Lord farewell, vnwilling I With griefe and woe must continue, Helpe me to some inke and paper good Sir Harry. What to do Madam. To write a letter to the Queene my sister. I finde not that in my Commission. Good Iaylor vrge not thy Commission. No Iaylor, but your gardian Madam. Then reach me pen and inke. Madam I dare not, my Commission serues not. Thus you haue driuen me of from tyme to tyme, Still vrging me with your Commission. Good Iaylor be not so seuere. Good madam I entreate you loose that name Of Iaylor, twilbe a by-word to me and my posterity. As often as you name your Commission, So often will I call you Iaylor. Say I should reach you pen, inke and paper, Who ist dare beare a letter sent from you. I do not keepe a seruant so dishonest, That would deny me that. Who euer dares, none shall. Madame, impose the letter to my trust, Were I to beare it through a feild of pikes, And in my way ten thousand arm'd men ambusht, Ide make my passage through the mid'st of them, And perforce beare it to the Queene your sister. Baddy of me, what a bold knaue's this? Gage leaue me to my selfe, Thou euer liuing power, that giuest all harts, Giue to my pen, a true perswasiue stile, That it may moue my impatient sisters eares, And vrge her to compassionate my woe.