1 If You Know Not Me You Know Nobody, or The Troubles of Queen Elizabeth · chunk 16 of 23
Heywood, Thomas · published 1605 · first performed or written 1604 [1604-1605; revised c.1632] (Annals) history · Queen Anne's Men unassigned nearest T48 Addressing a lady: love, desire and inti · 480 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T48: lady, love, heart, fair, eyes, la, lord, tears, fie, face.
What has she written here? Much suspected by me, nothing proved can be, Finis quoth Elizabeth the prisoner, Pray god it prove so, soft what book's this, Marry a God, what's here an English bible? Sanctum Maria pardon this profanation of my heart, Water Barwick, water, I'll meddle with't no more. My heart is heavy and my heart doth close, I am weary of writing, sleepy on the sudden, Clarentia, leave me, and command some music In the withdrawing chamber. Your letter shallbe forthcoming Lady, I will peruse it ere it scape me now. O God, how pleasant was this sleep to me? Clarentia, sawst thou nothing? madam, not I, I near slept soundlier for the time. Nor heard'st thou nothing? Neither madam. Didst not thou put this book into my hand? madam not I. Then 'twas by inspiration, heaven I trust With his eternal hand, will guide the just. What chapter's this? Who so putteth his trust in the Lord, Shall not be confounded: My saviour thanks, on thee my hope I build, Thou lov'st poor Innocents, and art their shield. Here have you writ a long excuse it seems, But no submission to the Queen your sister. Should they submit that never wrought offence, The Law will always quit wronged Innocence: Gage, take my letter, to the Lords commend my humble duty. madam I fly, To give this letter to her majesty: Hoping when I return, To give you comfort that now sadly mourn. I do write and send, I'll cross you still; She shall not speak to any man alive, But i'll o'erhear her, no letter nor no token Shall ever have access unto her hands, But first i'll see it; So like a subject to my sovereigns state, I will pursue her with my deadly hate. O Sir Harry, you look well to your office, Yonder's one in the garden with the Princess. how knave, with the Princess? she parted even now. ay sir that's all one, but she no sooner came into the Garden, but he leapt o'er the wall, and there They are together busy in talk Sir. here's for thy pains, thou art an honest fellow: Go take a Guard and apprehend them straight. Bring them before me, O this was well found out, Now will the Queen commend my diligent care, And praise me for my service to her grace. Ha, traitors swarm so near about my house, 'tis time to look into't: O well said Barwick, where's the prisoner. Here he is in a string my Lord. Lord bless us, knave what hast thou there? This is he I told you was busy in talk with the Princess; What 'a did there, you must get out of him by examination. Why knave, this is a beast. So may your worship be for any thing that I know. What art thou knave?
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What has she written here? Much suspected by me, nothing prou'd can be, Finis quoth Elizabeth the prisoner, Pray god it proue so, soft what book's this, Marry a God, whats here an English bible? Sanctum Maria pardon this prophanation of my hart, Water Barwick, water, Ile meddle with't no more. My hart is heauye and my hart doth close, I am weary of writing, sleepy on the sodaine, Clarentia, leaue me, and command some musick In the with-drawing chamber. Your letter shalbe forth-comming Lady, I will pervse it ere it scape me now. O God, how pleasant was this sleepe to me? Clarentia, saw'st thou nothing? Madame, not I, I neare slept soundlyer for the time. Nor heard'st thou nothing? Neither Madame. Did'st not thou put this booke into my hand? Madame not I. Then 'twas by inspiration, heauen I trust With his eternall hand, will guide the iust. What chapter's this? Who so putteth his trust in the Lord, Shall not be confounded: My sauiour thankes, on thee my hope I build, Thou lou'st poore Innocents, and art their shield. Here haue you writ a long excuse it seemes, But no submission to the Queene your sister. Should they submit that neuer wrought offence, The Lawe will alwayes quit wrong'd Innocence: Gage, take my letter, to the Lords commend my humble duty. Madame I fly, To giue this leter to her maiesty: Hoping when I returne, To giue you comfort that now sadly mourne. I doe write and send, Ile crosse you still; She shall not speake to any man aliue, But ile ore-heare her, no letter nor no token Shall euer haue accesse vnto her hands, But first ile see it; So like a subiect to my soueraigns state, I will pursue her with my deadly hate. O Sir Harry, you looke well to your office, Yonders one in the garden with the Princesse. how knaue, with the Princesse? she parted euen now. I sir thats all one, but she no sooner came into the Garden, but he leapt ore the wall, and there They are together busie in talke Sir. Heer's for thy paynes, thou art an honest fellow: Goe take a Gard and apprehend them straight. Bring them before me, O this was well found out, Now will the Queene commend my diligent care, And prayse me for my seruice to her grace. Ha, traytors swarme so neere about my house, Tis time to looke into't: O well said Barwick, Wher's the prisoner. Here he is in a string my Lord. Lord blesse vs, knaue what hast thou there? This is he I told you was busie in talke with the Princesse; What a did there, you must get out of him by examination. Why knaue, this is a beast. So may your worship be for any thing that I know. VVhat art thou knaue?