Anonymous · published 1606 · first performed or written 1605 [1603-1606] (Annals) history; satire · Queen Anne's Men unassigned nearest T53 The crown: kingship claimed, resigned an · 496 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T53: crown, king, state, life, lord, lords, live, queen, tullia, prince.
Alas good Prince, my honourable Lords, Be not flint-hearted, pity Archigallo, I know his penitential words proceed From a remorseful spirit, I'll engage My life upon his righteous government. Good Cornwell, gentle Martianus, speak, Shall Archigallo be your king again? By heaven I not desire it. See my Lords, he's not ambitious, as thou lov'st me Cornwell, As thou didst love our Father, let his son Be righted, give him back the government You took from him. What should I say? faith I shall fall a weeping: Therefore speak you. Lord Martianus speak. What say these Lords that have been wronged by him. Morgan and Malgo, all I have in Britain Shall be engaged to you, that Archigallo Will never more oppress you, nor impose Wrong on the meanest subject in the Land. Then we'll embrace his government. Says Malgo so? I do my Lord. What says Martianus? Faith as my Lord of Cornwell. I say that I am sorry he was bad. And now am glad he's changed; his wickedness We punished, and his goodness there's great reason Should be rewarded; therefore Lords set on To York then, to his Coronation. Then happy Elidurus, happy day That takes from me a kingdoms cares away. And happy Archigallo that have ranged From sin, to sin, and now at last am changed. My Lords and friends, the wrongs that you have seen In me, my future virtues shall redeem. Come gentle brother, pity that should rest In women most, is harboured in thy breast. Come have you done your task, now do you see What 'tis to be so proud of Majesty, We must take up your glove, and not be thought Worthy the name of Sister, thus you minx I'll teach you ply your work, and thank me to, This pains will be your own another day. Insulting, overproud, ambitious woman, Queen I disdain to call thee, thou dost wrong Thy brother's wife, indeed thy Kings espoused, And manger all thy tyranny I swear, Rather than still live thus, I'll perish here. You are not wise, dejected as you are To bandy braves against her Majesty, You must consider you are now her subject, Your tongue is bounded by the awe of duty, Fie, fie, I needs must chide you, since I see You are so saucy with her sovereignty. Time was base spaniel thou didst fawn as much On me, as now thou strivest to flatter her: O God, that one borne noble should be so base, His generous blood to scandal all his race. My Lord, if she continue these proud terms, I give you liberty to punish her. I'll not maintain my prisoner and my slave To rail 'gainst any one that honours me. Health to the Queen, and happiness to her That must change states with you, and once more reign Queen of this Land. Speak that again, o I will bless my fate, If once more I supply my former state.
seed 43: unassigned · seed 44: T6 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
Alas good Prince, my honorable Lords, Be not flint-harted, pitty Archigallo, I know his penitentiall words proceede From a remorcefull spirit, Ile ingage My life vpon his righteous gouernment. Good Cornwell, gentle Martianus, speake, Shall Archigallo be your king againe? By heauen I not desire it. See my Lords, Hee's not ambitious, as thou lou'st me Cornwell, As thou didst loue our Father, let his sonne Be righted, giue him backe the gouernment You tooke from him. VVhat should I say? faith I shall fall a weeping: Therefore speake you. Lord Martianus speake. What say these Lords that haue been wrongd by him. Morgan and Malgo, all I haue in Brittaine Shall be ingag'd to you, that Archigallo Will neuer more oppresse you, nor impose Wrong on the meanest subiect in the Land. Then weele embrace his gouernment. Saies Malgo so? I doe my Lord. What saies Martianus? Faith as my Lord of Cornwell. I say that I am sorry he was bad. And now am glad hee's chang'd; his wickednes We punisht, and his goodnes there's great reason Should be rewarded; therefore Lords set on To Yorke then, to his Coronation. Then happie Elidurus, happie day That takes from me a kingdomes cares away. And happie Archigallo that haue rangd From sin, to sin, and now at last am changd. My Lords and friends, the wrongs that you haue seene In me, my future vertues shall redeeme. Come gentle brother, pittie that should rest In women most, is harbor'd in thy brest. Come haue you done your taske, now doe you see What tis to be so proude of Maiestie, We must take vp your gloue, and not be thought Worthy the name of Sister, thus you minx Ile teach you ply your worke, and thanke me to, This paines will be your owne another day. Insulting, ouer-proude, ambitious woman▪ Queene I disdaine to call thee, thou doost wrong Thy brothers wife, indeede thy Kings espousd, And manger all thy tyrannie I sweare, Rather then still liue thus, Ile perrish heere. You are not wise, deiected as you are To bandie braues against her Maiestie, You must consider you are now her subiect, Your tongue is bounded by the awe of dutie, Fie, fie, I needes must chide you, since I see You are so sawcie with her soueraigntie. Time was base spaniell thou didst fawne as much On me, as now thou striuest to flatter her: O God, that one borne noble should be so base, His generous blood to scandall all his race. My Lord, if she continue these proude termes, I giue you libertie to punish her. Ile not maintaine my prisoner and my slaue To raile gainst any one that honours me. Health to the Queene, and happines to her That must change states with you, and once more raigne Queene of this Land. Speake that againe, ô I will blesse my fate, If once more I supply my former state.