1 If You Know Not Me You Know Nobody, or The Troubles of Queen Elizabeth · chunk 19 of 23
Heywood, Thomas · published 1605 · first performed or written 1604 [1604-1605; revised c.1632] (Annals) history · Queen Anne's Men unassigned nearest T38 Death, parting and grief at court · 488 words
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Wherefore do you cry? To see yourself so low, or us so high. Neither dread Queen, mine is a womanish tear, In part compelled by joy, and part by fear: joy of your sight, these brinish tears have bread, For fear of my queen's frown, to strike me dead. Sister, I rather think they're tears of spleen. You were my sister, now you are my Queen. ay, that's your grief. madam, he was my foe, and not your friend That hath possessed you so, I am as true a Subject to your Grace, as any lives this day, Did you but see, My heart it bends, far lower than my knee. we know you can speak well: will you submit? My life madam I will, but not as guilty, Should I confess Fault done by her, that never did transgress. I joy to have a sister Queen so royal, I would it as much pleased your majesty, That you enjoy a sister that's so true: If I were guilty of the least offence, madam, 'twould taint the blood even in your face, The treasons of the father being noble, Unnobles all your children, let your grace Exact all torture and imprisonment, whate'er my greatest enemies can devise, And they all have done their worst, yet I Will your true subject and true sister die. Mirror of virtue and bright nature's pride, Pity it had been, such beauty should have died You'll not submit but end as you begin. madam to death I will, but not to sin. You are not guilty then? I think I am not. I am not of your mind. I would your highness were. How mean you that. To think as I think that my soul is clear. You have been wrong imprisoned then. I'll not say so. whate'er we think arise and kiss our hand, Say God hath raised you friends. Then God hath kept his promise. Promise, why? To raise them friends that on his word rely. And may the heavens applaud this unity, accursed be they that first procured this wrong, Now by my crown, you ha' been kept down too long. Sister this night yourself shall feast with me, Tomorrow for the country you are free, Lights for the Princess conduct her to her chamber. My soul is joyful that this peace is made, A peace that pleaseth heaven and earth, and all, Redeeming captive thoughts from captive thrall, Fair Queen, the serious business of my father, Is now at hand to be accomplished, Of your fair sight needs must take my leave, Return I shall, though parting cause us grieve. Why should two hearts be forced to separate, I know your business but believe me sweet, My soul divines we never more shall meet. Yet fair Queen hope the best I shall return, Who met with joy, though now sadly mourn. What, droops your honour? Oh, I am sick.
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Wherefore do you cry? To see your selfe so low, or vs so hye. Neither dread Queene, mine is a womanish teare, In part compeld by ioy, and part by feare: Ioy of your sight, these brinish teares haue bread, For feare of my Queenes frowne, to strike me dead. Sister, I rather thinke they're teares of spleene. You were my sister, now you are my Queene. I, that's your greefe. Madame, he was my foe, and not your freind That hath possest you so, I am as true a Subiect to your Grace, as any liues this day, Did you but see, My heart it bends, farre lower than my knee. Wee know you can speake well: will you submit? My life madam I will, but not as guilty, Should I confesse Fault done by her, that neuer did transgresse. Iioy to haue a sister Queene so royall, I would it as much pleas'd your maiesty, That you enioy a sister that's so true: If I were guilty of the least offence, Madame, 'twould taint the blood euen in your face, The treasons of the father being noble, Vnnobles all your children, let your grace Exact all torture and imprisonment, VVhat ere my greatest enemies can deuise, And they all haue done their worst, yet I VVill your true subiect and true sister dye. Myrror of vertue and bright natures pride, Pitty it had been, such beauty should haue dy'd You'le not submit but end as you begin. Madame to death I will, but not to sinne. You are not guilty then? I thinke I am not. I am not of your mind. I would your highnes were. How meane you that. To thinke as I thinke that my soule is cleere. You haue been wrong imprison'd then. Ile not say so. VVhat ere we thinke aryse and kisse our hand, Say God hath rais'd you frends. Then God hath kept his promise. Promise, why? To rayse them frends that on his word relie. And may the heauens applaud this vnity, Accurst be they that first procur'd this wrong, Now by my crowne, you ha been kept downe too long. Sister this night your selfe shall feast with me, To morrow for the country you are free, Lights for the Princesse conduct her to her chamber. My soule is ioyfull that this peace is made, A peace that pleaseth heauen and earth, and all, Redeeming captiue thoughts from captiue thrall, Faire Queene, the serious busines of my father, Is now at hand to be accomplished, Of your faire sight needes must take my leaue, Returne I shall, tho parting cause vs greeue. VVhy should two harts be for'st to seperate, I know your busines but beleeue me sweete, My soule diuines we neuer more shall meete. Yet faire Queene hope the best I shall returne, VVho met with ioy, tho now sadly mourne. VVhat, droopes your honor? Oh, I am sicke.