1 If You Know Not Me You Know Nobody, or The Troubles of Queen Elizabeth · chunk 23 of 23
Heywood, Thomas · published 1605 · first performed or written 1604 [1604-1605; revised c.1632] (Annals) history · Queen Anne's Men unassigned nearest T53 The crown: kingship claimed, resigned an · 491 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T53: crown, king, state, life, lord, lords, live, queen, tullia, prince.
Long live the Queen, long live your Majesty, I have bid hard to be the first reporter, Of these glad tidings first; and all these here. You are in your love as free as in your care, You're come even just a day after the fair. What's he, my jailor? God preserve your Grace. Be not ashamed man, look me in the face, Who have you now to patronize your strictness on? For your kindness this I will bestow, When we have one we would have hardly used And cruelly dealt with, you shall be the man, This is a day for peace, not for vengeance fit, All your good deeds we'll quit, all wrongs remit. Where we left off, proceed. The Sword of justice on my bended knee, I to your Grace present, heaven bless your reign. This Sword is ours, this staff is yours again. This Garter with the order of the George, Two Ornaments unto the Crown of England, I here present. Possess them still my Lord, what Offices bear you? I Captain of your highness Pensioners. I of your Guard. I sergeant Trumpeter present my Mace. Some we intend to raise, none to displace; Lord Hunsdon, we will one day find a staff To poise your hand: you are our cozen, And deserve to be employed nearer our person: But now to you from whom we take this staff, Since Cardinal Poole is now deceased and dead, To show all malice from our breast is worn, Before you let that Purse and Mace be borne, And now to London Lords lead on the way, Praising that King, that all Kings else obey. I from this City London do present, This Purse and Bible to your Majesty, A thousand of your faithful Citizens, In Velvet Coats and Chains well mounted, stay To greet their royal Sovereign on the way. We thank you all: but first this book I kiss. Thou art the way to honour; thou to bliss, An English Bible, thanks my good Lord Maior, You of our body and our soul have care, This is the jewel that we still love best, This was our solace when we were distressed, This book that hath so long concealed itself, So long shut up, so long hid; now Lords see, We here unclasp, for ever it is free: Who looks for joy, let him this book adore, This is true food for rich men and for poor, Who drinks of this, is certain near to perish, This will the soul with heavenly virtue cherish, Lay hand upon this Anchor every soul, Your names shallbe in an eternal scroll; Who builds on this, dwells in a happy state, This is the fountain clear immaculate, That happy issue that shall us succeed, And in our populous Kingdom this book read: For them as for our own selves we humbly pray, They may live long and blessed; so lead the way.
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Long liue the Queene, long liue your Maiesty, I haue bid hard to be the first reporter, Of these glad tydings first; and all these here. You are in your loue as free as in your care, You're come euen iust a day after the fayre. What's he, my Iaylor? God preserue your Grace. Be not asham'd man, looke me in the face, VVho haue you now to patronize your strictnes on? For your kindnes this I will bestowe, When we haue one we would haue hardly vs'd And cruelly delt with, you shall be the man, This is a day for peace, not for vengeance fit, All your good deeds wee'le quit, all wronges remit. Where we left off, proceede. The Sword of Iustice on my bended knee, I to your Grace present, heauen blesse your raigne. This Sword is ours, this staffe is yours againe. This Garter with the order of the George, Two Ornaments vnto the Crowne of England, I here present. Possesse them still my Lord, what Offices beare you? I Captaine of your highnes Pentioners. I of your Guard. I Sargeant Trumpetor present my Mace. Some we intend to rayse, none to displace; Lord Hunsdon, we will one day finde a staffe To poyse your hand: you are our Cosen, And deserue to be employd neerer our person: But now to you from whome we take this staffe, Since Cardinall Poole is now decea'st and dead, To shew all mallice from our breast is worne, Before you let that Purse and Mace be borne, And now to London Lords lead on the way, Praysing that King, that all Kings els obay. I from this Citty London do present, This Purse and Bible to your Maiesty, A thowsand of your faithfull Cittizens, In Veluet Coats and Chaines well mounted, stay To greet their royall Soueraigne on the way. VVe thanke you all: but first this booke I kisse. Thou art the way to honor; thou to blisse, An English Bible, thankes my good Lord Maior, You of our bodie and our soule haue care, This is the Iewell that we still loue best, This was our solace when we were distrest, This booke that hath so long conceald it selfe, So long shut vp, so long hid; now Lords see, VVe here vnclaspe, for euer it is free: VVho lookes for ioy, let him this booke adore, This is true foode for rich men and for poore, VVho drinkes of this, is certaine nere to perish, This will the soule with heauenly vertue cherish, Lay hand vppon this Anchor euery soule, Your names shalbe in an eternall scrowle; VVho builds on this, dwel's in a happy state, This is the fountaine cleere imaculate, That happy yssue that shall vs succeed, And in our populous Kingdome this booke read: For them as for our owne selues we humbly pray, They may liue long and blest; so lead the way.