1 If You Know Not Me You Know Nobody, or The Troubles of Queen Elizabeth · chunk 22 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 · 487 words
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Meaning this Gentleman? The very same; His tongue was first proclaimer of our name: And trusly Gage in token of our Grace, We give to you a captain pensioners place. madam the Counsel are here hard at hand. We will descend & meet them. Let's guard our Sovereign praising that power: That can throw down and raise within an hour. Come neighbour, come away, every man his faggot, And his double pot, for joy of the old queen's death, Let bells ring, and children sing. For we may have cause to remember, The seventeenth day of November. How now my masters what's here to do. Faith making Bonfires for joy of the new Queen, Come sir your penny, and you be a true subject, You'll battle with us your faggot, we'll be merry i'fath. And you do well: and yet methink 'twere fit, To spend some funeral tears upon her hearse. Who while she lived was dear unto you all. ay, but do not you know the old proverb, We must live by the quick, and not by the dead. Did you not love her father when he lived, As dearly as you ere did love any, And yet rejoiced at his funeral: Likewise her brother you esteemed emed him dear, Yet once departed, joyfully you sung, Run to make Bonfires, to proclaim your love Unto the new, forgetting still the old: Now she is gone, how you moan for her, Were it not fit a while to moan her hearse, And dutifully there rejoice the other; Had you the wisest and the lovingest Prince, That ever swayed a Sceptre in the world, This is the love he shall have after life: Let Princes while they live have love or fear 'tis fit, For after death, there's none continues it. By my faith my masters, he speaks wisely, Come we'll to the end of the lane, and there we'll Make a bonfire and be merry, Faith agreed i'll spend my halfpenny towards Another faggot, rather than the new Queen shall Want a Bonfire. I blame you not, nor do I you commend, For you will still the strongest side defend. Long live, long reign our Sovereign. We thank you all. The imperial Crown, I here present your Grace, With it my staff of Office and my place. Whilst we this Crown so long your place enjoy. Th'imperial Sceptre here I offer up. Keep it my Lord, and with it be you high admiral. This Cap of maintenance, I present my state of Office, and my utmost service. Your love we know. Pardon me gracious madam 'twas not spleen, But that allegiance that I owed my Queen, madam I served her truly at that day, And I as truly will your Grace obey, We do as freely pardon as you truly serve, Only your staff of Office we'll displace, In stead of that we'll owe you greater Grace,
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Meaning this Gentleman? The very same; His tongue was first proclaymer of our name: And trusly Gage in token of our Grace, We giue to you a captaine Pentioners place. Madame the Counsell are here hard at hand. We will descend & meete them. Let's guard our Soueraigne praysing that power: That can throw downe and raise within an hower. Come neighbor, come away, euery man his faggot, And his double pot, for ioy of the old Queenes death, Let bells ring, and children sing. For we may haue cause to remember, The seauenteenth day of Nouember. How now my masters what's here to do. Faith making Bone-fires for ioy of the newe Queene, Come sir your penny, and you be a true subiect, You'le battle with vs your faggot, we'lbe merry yfayth. And you do well: and yet me thinke 'twere fit, To spend some funerall teares vpon her hearce. VVho while she liu'd was deere vnto you all. I, but do not you know the old prouerbe, VVe must liue by the quicke, and not by the dead. Did you not loue her father when he liu'd, As deerly as you ere did loue any, And yet reioyced at his funerall: Likewise her brother em'd him deere, Yet once departed, ioyfully you sung, Runne to make Bone-fiers, to proclaime your loue Vnto the newe, forgetting still the old: Now she is gone, how you mone for her, VVere it not fit a while to mone her hearse, And dutyfully there reioyce the tother; Had you the wisest and the louingst Prince, That euer swayd a Scepter in the world, This is the loue he shall haue after life: Let Princes while they liue haue loue or feare 'tis fit, For after death, ther's none continues it. By my fayth my masters, he speakes wisely, Come weele to the end of the lane, and there weele Make a bonfire and be merry, Fayth agreed ile spend my halfepenny towards Another faggot, rather then the newe Queene shall VVant a Bone-fire. I blame you not, nor do I you commend, For you will still the strongest side defend. Long liue, long raigne our Soueraigne. We thanke you all. The imperiall Crowne, I here present your Grace, With it my staffe of Office and my place. Whil'st we this Crowne so long your place enioy. Th'mperiall Scepter here I offer vp. Keepe it my Lord, and with it be you hye admirall. This Cap of mayntenance, I present my state of Office, and my vtmost seruice. Your loue we knowe. Pardon me gratious Madame 'twas not spleene, But that alegance that I ow'd my Queene, Madame I seru'd her truly at that day, And I as truly will your Grace obay, We do as freely pardon as you truly serue, Onely your staffe of Office weele displace, In stead of that weele owe you greater Grace,