Anonymous · published 1606 · first performed or written 1605 [1603-1606] (Annals) history; satire · Queen Anne's Men unassigned nearest T38 Death, parting and grief at court · 508 words
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Yet for his Princely worth that made you Queen Respect her as the wife of Elidure. Where's the Queen? What news with Cornwell, why so sad my Lord? Your husband on the sudden is fallen sick. How; sick. Now if it be thy will, sweet blessed heaven Take him to mercy. Do not hear her prayers heaven I beseech thee. Madam, his highness. Is he alive, or dead. Dead madam. O my heart. Look to the Queen, let us not lose her to, She breathes, stand of, where be those women there, Good Queen that shall be, lends a helping hand, Help to unlace her. I'll see her burst first. Now as you love me let no helping hand Preserve life in me, I had rather die Then lose the title of my sovereignty. Take back your Distaff yet, we'll stay our rage, We will forbear our spleen for charity And love unto the dead, till you have hearsed Your husband's bones, conduct her Lords away, Our pride though eager, yet for food shall stay. willt please your high imperial Majesty Command my service, I am humbly yours. We do command what we well know you'll do, Follow the stronger part, and cleave thereto. Once more our royal temples are ingirt With Britain's golden wreath, all seeing heaven Witness I not desire this sovereignty, But since this kingdoms good, and your Decrees, Have laid this heaven load of common care On Elidure, we shall discharge the same To your content, I hope, and this Land's fame: Our brother once interred, we will not stay, But then to Troynovant we'll speed, away. Come fellow Porter, now the Court is here Our gains will fly upon us like a tide, Let us make use of time, and whilst there's plenty Stirring in Court, still labour to increase The wealth which by our office we have got. Out of our large allowance we must save Of thousands that pass by us, and our office, we will give entertainment to Nobody. My name is Nobody, You are welcome sir, ere you peruse the court, Taste the king's beer, here at the porter's lodge, A dish of beer for master Nobody. I thank you sir. Here master Nobody, with all my heart, A full Carouse, and welcome to our Office. I thank you sir, and were your beer tems water, Yet Nobody would pledge you, to you sir. You are a stranger here, how in the City, Have you been long in town. ay sir, too long, unless my entertain Had been more pleasing, for my life is sought, I am a harmless well disposed plain man, That injure none, yet whatsoe'er is done Amiss in London, is imposed on me, Be it lying, secret theft, or any thing They call abuse, 'tis done by Nobody, I am pursued by all, and now am come, To see what safety is within the Court For a plain fellow. You are welcome hither sir. Methinks you do look wild, as if you wanted sufficient Sleep.
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Yet for his Princelie worth that made you Queene Respect her as the wife of Elidure. VVheres the Queene? What newes with Cornwell, why so sad my Lord? Your husband on the suddaine is falne sicke. How; sicke. Now if it be thy will, sweet blessed heauen Take him to mercie. Doe not heare her prayers heauen I beseech thee. Madam, his highnes. Is he aliue, or dead. Dead madam. O my hart. Looke to the Queene, let vs not loose her to, She breathes, stand of, where be those wemen there, Good Queene that shall be, lends a helping hand, Helpe to vnlace her. Ile see her burst first. Now as you loue me let no helping hand Preserue life in me, I had rather die Then loose the title of my soueraigntie. Take backe your Distaffe yet, wele stay our rage, We will forbeare our spleene for charitie And loue vnto the dead, till you haue hearsd Your husbands bones, conduct her Lords away, Our pride though eager, yet for foode shall stay. Wilt please your high imperiall Maiestie Commaund my seruice, I am humbly yours. We doe commaund what we well know youle doe, Follow the stronger part, and cleaue thereto. Once more our royall temples are ingirt VVith Brittaines golden wreath, all seeing heauen Witnes I not desire this soueraigntie, But since this kingdoms good, and your Decrees, Haue laid this heauen loade of common care On Elidure, we shall discharge the same To your content, I hope, and this Lands fame: Our brother once interd, we will not stay, But then to Troynovant weele speede, away. Come fellow Porter, now the Court is heere Our gaines will flie vpon vs like a tide, Let vs make vse of time, and whilst theres plentie Stirring in Court, still labour to increase The wealth which by our office we haue got. Out of our large alowance we must saue Of thousands that passe by vs, and our office, we will giue entertainment to No-body. My name is No-body, You are welcome sir, ere you peruse the court, Tast the kings beere, heere at the Porters lodge, A dish of beere for maister No-body. I thanke you sir. Heere maister No-body, withall my hart, A full Carouse, and welcome to our Office. I thanke you sir, and were your beere tems water, Yet No-body would pledge you, to you sir. You are a stranger here, how in the Citty, Haue you bin long in towne. I sir, too long, vnlesse my entertaine Had bin more pleasing, for my life is sought, I am a harmelesse well dispos'd plaine man, That iniure none, yet what so ere is done Amisse in London, is impos'd on me, Be it lying, secret theft, or any thing They call abuse, tis done by No-body, I am pursued by all, and now am come, To see what safety is within the Court For a plaine fellow. You are welcome hether sir. Methinkes you do looke wilde, as if you wanted sufficient Sleepe.