Anonymous · published 1606 · first performed or written 1605 [1603-1606] (Annals) history; satire · Queen Anne's Men unassigned nearest T16 Gallantry: ladies, lordships and complim · 507 words
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Yet there's one keeps a good tongue in his head, That can give Nobody a good report, I am beholding to him for his praise: But since my man so much commends the City, I'll thither, and to purchase me a name, Take a large house of infinite receipt, There keep a table for all good spirits, And all the chimneys shall cast smoke at once: There I'll give scholars pensions, poet's gold, Arts their deserts, Philosophy due praise, Learning his merit, and all worth his meed. There I'll release poor prisoners from their dungeons. Pay Creditors the debts of other men, And get myself a name 'mongst Citizens, That after times partakers of all bliss, May thus record, Nobody did all this. Country farewell, whose slanderous tongues I sly, The City now shall lift my name on high. Whether I'll follow thee with Swallows wings, And nimble expedition, there to raise New brawls and rumours to eclipse thy praise. Those subtle, sly insinuating fellows Whom Somebody hath sent into the country, To rack, transport, extort, and to oppress, Will I call home, and all their wits employ Against this public Benefactor, known Honest, for all the rumours by us sown. But howsoever, I am sworn his foe, And opposite to all his meriting deeds, This way must do, though my divining thoughts This augury amidsts their changes have, That Somebody will at length be proved a knave. Good day to you both fair Ladies, But fairest of them both my gracious Queen, Good day to your high Majesty, and madam The royal Lady of great Elidure, My sovereign's brother, unto you I wish This morning prove as gracious and as good. Those greetings from the Lady Elidure Would pleasingly sound in our princely ears. Such greetings from great Archigallo's queen Would be most gracious to our princely ear. What no good morrow and our grace so near. Reach me my glove. Whom speaks this woman to? Why to my subject, to my waiting maid, Am not I mighty Archigallo's queen? Is not my Lord the royal English King, Thy husband and thyself my servitors? Is my Coach ready, where are all my men That should attend upon our awful frown, What not one near? Minion, my glove. Madam, her highness glove. My scarf is fallen, one of you reach it up. You hear me. Painted Majesty be gone, I am not to be counterchecked by any. Shall I bear this? Be patient, I will school her. Your excellence greatly forgets yourself To be so dutiless unto the Queen, I have seen the world, I know what 'tis to obey, And to command. What if it please the Queen That you her subject should attend on her, And take her glove up, is it meet that I Should stoop for yours? You're proud, fie, fie, you're proud. This must not be twixt such two royal sisters As you by marriage are; go to submit, Her Majesty is easy to forgive. Saucy Lord forbear, there's for your exhortation.
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Yet there's one keepes a good tongue in his head, That can giue Nobody a good report, I am beholding to him for his praise: But since my man so much commends the Cittie, Ile thether, and to purchase me a name, Take a large house of infinite receipt, There keepe a table for all good spirits, And all the chimneyes shall cast smoake at once: There Ile giue schollers pensions, Poets gold, Arts their deserts, Philosophy due praise, Learning his merrit, and all worth his meede. There Ile release poore prisoners from their dungeons. Pay Creditors the debts of other men, And get my selfe a name mongst Cittizens, That after times pertakers of all blisse, May thus record, Nobody did all this. Country farewell, whose slaunderous tongues I slie, The Cittie now shall lift my name on hie. Whether Ile follow thee with Swallowes wings, And nimble expedition, there to raise New brawles and rumors to eclipse thy praise. Those subtile, slie insinuating fellowes Whom Sombody hath sent into the country, To rack, transport, extort, and to oppresse, VVill I call home, and all their wits employ Against this publique Benefactor, knowne Honest, for all the rumors by vs sowne. But howsoeuer, I am sworne his foe, And opposite to all his meriting deedes, This way must doe, though my deuining thoughts This augurie amidsts their changes haue, That Sombody will at length be proou'd a knaue. Good day to you both faire Ladies, But fairest of them both my gratious Queene, Good day to your high Maiestie, and madam The royall Lady of great Elidure, My Soueraignes brother, vnto you I wish This morning prooue as gracious and as good. Those greetings from the Lady Elidure VVould pleasingly sound in our princely eares. Such greetings from great Archigalloes queene VVould be most gratious to our princely eare. What no good morrow and our grace so neere. Reach me my gloue. VVhom speakes this woman to? Why to my subiect, to my waiting maid, Am not I mightie Archigalloes queene? Is not my Lord the royall English King, Thy husband and thy selfe my seruitors? Is my Coach ready, where are all my men That should attend vpon our awfull frowne, VVhat not one neere? Minion, my gloue. Madam, her highnes gloue. My scarfe is falne, one of you reach it vp. You heare me. Painted Maiestie be gone, I am not to be countercheckt by any. Shall I beare this? Be patient, I will schoole her. Your excellence greatly forgets your selfe To be so dutilesse vnto the Queene, I haue seene the world, I know what tis to obey, And to commaund. What if it please the Queene That you her subiect should attend on her, And take her gloue vp, is it meete that I Should stoope for yours? You're proud, fie, fie, you're proud. This must not be twixt such two royall sisters As you by marriage are; goe to submit, Her Maiestie is easie to forgiue. Sawcie Lord forbeare, there's for your exhortation.