Anonymous · published 1606 · first performed or written 1605 [1603-1606] (Annals) history; satire · Queen Anne's Men unassigned nearest T19 Virtue, Fortune and Vice as abstractions · 492 words
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Oh ambitious youths. Thus we'll divide the Land, all beyond Trent And Humber, shall suffice one moiety: The south part of the Land shall make the other, Where we will keep two Courts, and reign divided, Yet as dear loving brothers. As vild traitors. Then Archigall, thou that hast sat in pomp And seen me vassal, shalt behold me crowned, Whilst thou with humble knees vail'st to my state. And when must this be done, when shall my crown Be parted and divided into halves. You reign on this side Humber, you beyond The river Trent, when do you take your states, Sit crowned and sceptred to receive our homage, Our duty, and our humble vassalage. I know not when. Nor you? Nor I. But I know when you shall repent your pride. Nor will we use delays in our revenge, Ambitious boys, we doom you prisonment, Your Palace royal shall a jail be made, Your thrones a dungeon, and your sceptres Irons, In which we'll bound your proud aspiring thoughts: A way with them, we will not mount our chair Till their best hopes be changed to black despair. Hear us excuse ourselves. Or let's discover Who drew us to this hope of sovereignty. That shall our further leisures arbitrate, Our ears are deaf to all excusive pleas, Come unambitious brother Elidurus, Help us to lavish our abundant treasures, In masks, sports, revels, riots, and strange pleasures. But is it true the fame of Nobody, For virtue, almsdeeds, and for charity, Is so renowned and famous in the Country? Oh Lord sir ay, has talked of far and near, Fills all the boundless country with applause, There lives not in all Britain one so spoke of, For pity, good mind, and true charity. Which Somebody shall alter er't be long. You may my Lord being in grace at Court, And the high favours of King Archigallo Exile this petty fellow from the Land, That so obscures the beauty of your deeds. What doth this Nobody? You shall hear my Lord, Come twenty poor men to his gate at once, Nobody gives them money, meat and drink, If they be naked, clothes, then come poor soldiers, Sick, maimed, and shot, from any foreign wars, Nobody takes them in, provides them harbour, Maintains their ruined fortunes at his charge, He gives to orphans, and for widows builds alms-houses, spitals, and large Hospitals, And when it comes in question, who is apt For such good deeds, 'tis answered Nobody. Now Nobody hath entertained again Long banished Hospitality, and at his board A hundred lusty yeomen daily waits, Whose long backs bend with weighty chines of beef, And choice of cheer, whose fragments at his gate Suffice the general poor of the whole shire. nobody's table's free for travelers, His buttery and his seller ope to all That starve with drought, or thirst upon the way, His fame is great, how should we help it?
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Oh ambitious youthes. Thus wele deuide the Land, all beyond Trent And Humber, shall suffise one moitie: The southpart of the Land shall make the tother, Where we will keepe two Courts, and raigne deuided, Yet as deere louing brothers. As vild traitors. Then Archigall, thou that hast sat in pompe And seene me vassaile, shalt behold me crownd, Whilst thou with humble knees vailt to my state. And when must this be doone, when shall my crowne Be parted and deuided into halfes. You raigne on this side Humber, you beyond The riuer Trent, when doe you take your states, Sit crownd and scepterd to receiue our homage, Our dutie, and our humble vassalage. I know not when. Nor you? Nor I. But I know when you shall repent your pride. Nor will we vse delayes in our reuenge, Ambitious boyes, we doome you prisonment, Your Pallace royall shall a Iaile be made, Your thrones a dungeon, and your scepters Irons, In which wele bound your proude aspiring thoughts: A way with them, we will not mount our chayre Til their best hopes be changd to blacke despaire. Heare vs excuse our selues. Or lets discouer Who drew vs to this hope of soueraigntie. That shall our further leysures arbitrate, Our eares are deafe to all excusiue pleas, Come vnambitious brother Elidurus, Helpe vs to lauish our abundant treasures, In masks, sports, reuells, riots, and strange pleasures. But is it true the fame of Nobody, For vertue, almes-deedes, and for charitie, Is so renownd and famous in the Country? Oh Lord sir ey, hes talkt of farre and neere, Fills all the boundlesse country with aplause, There liues not in all Britaine one so spoke of, For pittie, good mind, and true charitie. Which Sombody shall alter ert be long. You may my Lord beeing in grace at Court, And the high fauours of King Archigallo Exile this petty fellow from the Land, That so obscures the beautie of your deedes. VVhat doth this Nobody? You shall heare my Lord, Come twentie poore men to his gate at once, Nobody giues them mony, meate and drinke, If they be naked, clothes, then come poore souldiers, Sick, maymd, and shot, from any forraine warres, Nobody takes them in, prouides them harbor, Maintaines their ruind fortunes at his charge, He giues to orphants, and for widdowes buildes Almes-houses, Spittles, and large Hospitals, And when it comes in question, who is apt For such good deedes, tis answerd Nobody. Now Nobodie hath entertaind againe Long banisht Hospitalitie, and at his boord A hundred lustie yeomen daily waites, Whose long backs bend with weightie chynes of biefe, And choise of cheere, whose fragments at his gate Suffice the generall poore of the whole shire. Nobodies table's free for trauellers, His buttry and his seller ope to all That starue with drought, or thirst vpon the way, His fame is great, how should we helpe it?