1 If You Know Not Me You Know Nobody, or The Troubles of Queen Elizabeth · chunk 21 of 23
Heywood, Thomas · published 1605 · first performed or written 1604 [1604-1605; revised c.1632] (Annals) history · Queen Anne's Men T38 Death, parting and grief at court typicality 0.85 · 488 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T38: queen, king, death, dead, heart, life, die, lord, royal, news.
Whether in sorrow for the king's departure, Or else for grief at Winchester's decease, Or else that Cardinal Poole is suddenly dead, I cannot tell, but she's exceeding sick. The state begins to alter. Nay more my Lord, I came now from the presence, I heard the Doctors whisper it in secret, There is no way but one. God's will be done; whose's with the Queen, my Lord? The Duke of Norfolk, the Earl of Oxford, The Earl of Arundel, and divers others, They are withdrawn into the inward chamber, There to take counsel, and entreat your presence. we'll weight upon their Honours. O God, my last night's dream I greatly fear, It doth presage my death, good master Gage Look to the pathway that doth come from the court, I look each minute for death's messenger. Would he were here now, so my soul were pure, That I with patience might the stroke endure. madam I see from far a horseman coming, This way he bends his speed he comes so fast, That he is covered in a cloud of dust, And now I have lost his sight, he appears again, Making his way over Hill, Hedge, Ditch and Plain: One after him, they two strive As on the race they had wagered both their lives, Another after him. O God, what means this haste? Pray for my soul, my life cannot long last. Strange and miraculous, the first being at the gate, His horse hath broke his neck, and cast his rider. This same is but as prologue to my death, My heart is guiltless though they take my breath. God save the Queen, God save Elizabeth. God save the Queen, so all good subjects say: I am her subject, and for her still pray. My horse did you allegiance at the gate, For there he broke his neck, and there he lies, For I myself had much ado to rise, The fall hath bruised me, yet I live to cry, God bless your Grace, God bless your majesty. Long live the Queen, long live your majesty, This news is sweet, my heart was sore afraid: Rise thou first baron that we ever made. Thanks to your majesty, happy be my tongue, That first breathed right, to one that had such wrong. Am I prevented in my haste, O chance accursed! My hopes did soothe me, that I was the first; Let not my duty be over swayed by spleen, Long live my Sovereign, and God save the Queen. Thanks good Sir Iohn, we will deserve your love. Though third in order, yet the first in love, I tender my allegiance to your Grace, Live long fair Queen, thrice happy be your reign, He that instates you, your high state maintain. Lord Howard thanks you ever were our friend, I see your love continues to the end, But chiefly, thanks to you my Lord of Hunsdon.
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Whether in sorrow for the Kings departure, Or els for greife at Winchesters decease, Or els that Cardinall Poole is sodaynely dead, I cannot tell, but shee's exceeding sick. The state begins to alter. Nay more my Lord, I came now from the presence, I heard the Doctors whisper it in seecret, There is no way but one. Gods will be done; whose with the Queene, my Lord? The Duke of Norfolke, the Earle of Oxford, The Earle of Arundell, and diuers others, They are with-drawne into the inward chamber, There to take counsell, and intreat your presence. VVee'le waight vpon their Honors. O God, my last nights dreame I greatly feare, It doth presage my death, good master Gage Looke to the path-way that doth come from the court, I looke each minute for deaths messenger. Would he were here now, so my soule were pure, That I with patience might the stroke endure. Madame I see from farre a horse-man comming, This way he bends his speed he comes so fast, That he is couered in a cloud of dust, And now I haue lost his sight, he appear's againe, Making his way ouer Hill, Hedge, Ditch and Plaine: One after him, they two striue As on the race they had wagerd both their liues, Another after him. O God, what meanes this hast? Pray for my soule, my life cannot long last. Strange and miraculous, the first being at the gate, His horse hath broke his necke, and cast his rider. This same is but as prologue to my death, My heart is guiltlesse though they take my breath. God saue the Queene, God saue Elizabeth. God saue the Queene, so all good subiects say: I am her subiect, and for her still pray. My horse did you allegeance at the gate, For there he broke his necke, and there he lyes, For I my selfe had much a do to rise, The fall hath brus'd me, yet I liue to cry, God blesse your Grace, God blesse your maiesty. Long liue the Queene, long liue your maiesty, This newes is sweete, my hart was sore affraid: Rise thou first Barron that we euer made. Thankes to your maiesty, happy be my tongue, That first breath'd right, to one that had such wrong. Am I preuented in my hast, O chance accurst! My hopes did sooth me, that I was the first; Let not my duty be ore swayd by spleene, Long liue my Soueraigne, and God saue the Queene. Thankes good Sir Iohn, we will deserue your loue. Though third in order, yet the first in loue, I tender my allegeance to your Grace, Liue long faire Queene, thrise happy be your raygne, He that instates you, your high state mayntayne. Lord Howard thankes you euer were our frend, I see your loue continues to the end, But cheefly, thanks to you my Lord of Hunsdon.