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 · 494 words
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Long may your highness live, your banished Lord Is by his brother Elidurus seated Once more in Britain's throne. O I could tear my hair, base Elidure To wrong himself, and make a slave of me. Now minion, I'll cry quittance with your pride, And make you stoop at our imperial side: But tell me Morgan by what accident You met with my beloved Archigallo? even in the woods where we did hunt the stag, There did the tender hearted Elidure Meet his distressed Brother, and so wrought By his importunate speech with all his Peers, That after much denial, yet at last They yielded their allegiance to your Lord, Whom now we must acknowledge our dread King, And you our princely Queen. Thou screech-owl, Raven, ugly throated slave; There's for thy news. Restrain her good my Lord. Fie madam fie, fore God you are too blame In presence of my sovereign lady Queen To be thus rude, it would become you better To show more duty to her Majesty. O monstrous, was not I thy Queen but now. Yes, when your husband was my King you were. But now the stream is turned, and the state's currant, Runs all to Archigallo, blame not me, Wisdom near loved declined Majesty. Welcome from banishment my loving Lord, Your kingly presence wraps my soul to heaven. To heaven, and my kind brother Elidure, Fair Queen we owe chief thanks for this our greatness, Next them, these honourable Lords. Great Queen, Once more the tribute of our bended knees We pay to you, and humbly kiss your hand. So doth Martianus. And I. And I. Our brothers, by how much that name exceeds The name of Lord, so much the more this duty Deserves requital, thanks both, and thanks to all. Set on there. Madam, you are not wise to grieve at that Heaven hath decreed, and the state yielded to, No doubt her Majesty will use you well. Well sayest thou: no I look that she should treble All the disgraces I have laid on her. I shall turn Laundress now, and learn to starch, And set and poke, and pocket up such baseness As never princess did: did you observe What looks I cast at Elidure my husband? Your looks declared the passion of your heart, They were all fire. Would they had burnt his eyes out That hath eclipsed our state and Majesty. Bring hither the proud wife of Elidure, It shall be done. Our shoe string is untied, stoop minion, stoop. I'll rather stoop to death thou moon-like Queen, New changed, and yet so proud: there's those are made For flexure, let them stoop, thus much I'll do, You are my Queen, 'tis but a debt I owe. Bring me the work there, I will task you to, That by the hour spin it, I charge you do. A distaff and a spindle, so indeed I told you this, Diana be my speed.
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Long may your highnes liue, your banisht Lord Is by his brother Elidurus seated Once more in Britaines throne. O I could teare my haire, base Elidure To wrong himselfe, and make a slaue of me. Now minion, Ile cry quittance with your pride, And make you stoope at our imperiall side▪ But tell me Morgan by what accident You met with my beloued Archigallo? Euen in the woods where we did hunt the stagge, There did the tender harted Elidure Meete his distressed Brother, and so wrought By his importunate speech with all his Peeres, That after much deniall, yet at last They yeelded their allegiance to your Lord, Whom now we must acknowledge our dread King, And you our princelie Queene. Thou Screchowle, Rauen, vglie throated slaue▪ Theres for thy newes. Restraine her good my Lord. Fie madam fie, fore God you are too blame In presence of my soueraigne ladie Queene To be thus rude, it would become you better To shew more dutie to her Maiestie. O monstrous, was not I thy Queene but now. Yes, when your husband was my King you were. But now the streame is turnd, and the States currant, Runnes all to Archigallo, blame not mee, Wisedome nere lou'd declined Maiestie. VVelcome from banishment my louing Lord, Your kinglie presence wraps my soule to heauen. To heauen, and my kind brother Elidure, Faire Queene we owe chiefe thanks for this our greatnes, Next them, these honourable Lords. Great Queene, Once more the tribute of our bended knees We pay to you, and humbly kisse your hand. So doth Martianus. And I. And I. Our brothers, by how much that name exceedes The name of Lord, so much the more this dutie Deserues requitall, thanks both, and thanks to all. Set on there. Madam, you are not wise to grieue at that Heauen hath decreed, and the state yeelded to, No doubt her Maiestie will vse you well. VVell saiest thou: no I looke that she should treble All the disgraces I haue layd on her. I shall turne Laundresse now, and learne to starch, And set and poke, and pocket vp such basenes As neuer princesse did: did you obserue What lookes I cast at Elidure my husband? Your lookes declard the passion of your hart, They were all fire. Would they had burnt his eyes out That hath eclipsd our state and Maiestie. Bring hether the proude wife of Elidure, It shall be done. Our shoe string is vntied, stoope minion, stoope. Ile rather stoope to death thou moone-like Queene, New changd, and yet so proude: theres those are made For flexure, let them stoope, thus much Ile doe, You are my Queene, tis but a debt I owe. Bring me the worke there, I will taske you to, That by the howre spin it, I charge you doe. A distaffe and a spindle, so indeed I told you this, Diana be my speede.