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 · 512 words
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They are the fairer mark a great deal, come on sir, come on Have at thy belly. You must either hit that or nothing. I'll kill and quarter thee. You'll hardly find my joints I think to quarter me, I am so well fed, come on sir. now thou art at my mercy. What are you the better to have nobody at your mercy I'll kill thee now. I think you'll sooner kill me then anybody, But let me rise again. No I will let Nobody rise. Why then let me sir, I am Nobody, How now, O fates, O heavens, is not that my M. what shall I do, be valiant. and rescue my sweet master, avant thou Pagan, Pug, whate'er thou be, Behold I come to set thy prisoner free. Fortune that giddy Goddess hath turned her wheel, I shall be matched, thus will I gore you both. Hold captains, not Hercules himself would fight with two, I yield. 'twas your best course, down vassal down, and kiss My pump. 'tis base, O base. Zounds, i'll nail thy lips to limbo unless thou kiss. 'tis done. Thanks honest servant. Zounds if I say I'll doet, I'll doet indeed. For this i'll carry thee into the Court, Where thou shalt see thy Master Nobody Hath friends will bid him welcome, so farewell, Farewell master Braggart, farewell, farewell. I'll follow, I shall meet with Somebody, That will revenge, i'll plot and er't be long I'll be revenged on Nobody for this wrong. Your hopes are great fair brothers, and your names, shall if in this you be advised by us, Be ranked in scroll of all the British kings, Oh take upon you this so weighty charge, too great to be discharged by Elidure. Dear sister Q. how are we bound to you, In nearer bonds than a fraternal league, For this your royal practice to raise us, Unto the height of honour and estate, Let me no longer breathe a prince on earth, Or think me worthy of your regal blood, If we embrace not this high motion. Embrace it brother, we are all on speed, My princely thought inflamed with Ardency Of this imperial state, and sceptered rule, My kingly brows, itch for a stately Crown, This hand to bear a round Monarchal Globe, This the bright sword of justice, and stern awe, Dear sister you have made me all on fire, My kingly thoughts, beyond their bounds aspire. How shall we quit your love, when we ascend The state of Elydure. All that I crave, Is but to make the imperious Queen my slave, That she that above justice now commands, May taste new thraldom at our royal hands. The Queen is yours, the king shallbe deposed, And she disgraded from all Sovereignty. That I might live to see that happy hour, To have that stern commandress in my power. she's doomed already, and at your dispose, And we prepared for speedy execution, Of any plot that may avail our pomp, Or throne us in the state of Brittany.
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They are the fairer mark a great deal, com on sir, come on Haue at thy bellie. You must either hit that or nothing. Ile kill and quarter thee. Youle hardly find my ioynts I think to quarter me, I am so well fed, come on sir. now thou art at my mercie. What are you the better to haue nobody at your mercy Ile kill thee novv. I thinke youle sooner kill me then any body, But let me rise againe. No I will let No-body rise. Why then let me sir, I am No-body, How now, O fates, O heauens, is not that my M. what shall I do, be valiant▪ and reskue my sweet maister, Auant thou Pagan, Pug, what ere thou be, Behold I come to set thy prisoner free. Fortune that giddy Goddesse hath turnd her wheel, I shall be matcht, thus will I gore you both. Hold captains, not Hercules himselfe would fight with two, I yeeld. Twas yoor best course, down vassall dawn, and kisse My pumpe. Tis base, O base. Zounds, ile naile thy lips to limbo vnlesse thou kis. Tis done. Thanks honest seruant. Zounds if I say ile doet, ile doet indeed. For this ile carry thee into the Court, Where thou shalt see thy Maister No-body Hath friends will bid him welcome, so farewell, Farewell maister Braggart, farewell, farewell. Ile follow, I shall meet with Some-body, That will reuenge, ile plot and ert be long Ile be reuengd on No-body for this wrong. Your hopes are great faire brothers, and your names, shall if in this you be aduisd by vs, Be rankt in scroule of all the Brittish kings, Oh take vpon you this so weighty charge, To great to be dischargd by Elidure. Deere sister Q. how are we bound to you, In neerer bonds then a fraternall league, For this your royall practise to raise vs, Vnto the height of honor and estate, Let me no longer breath a prince on earth, Or thinke me woorthy of your regall blood, If we imbrace not this high motion. Imbrace it brother, we are all on speed, My princely thought inflam'd with Ardency Of this imperiall state, and Scepterd rule, My kinglie browes, itch for a stately Crowne, This hand to beare a round Monarchall Globe, This the bright sword of Iustice, and stern aw, Deere sister you haue made me all on fire, My kingly thoughts, beyond their bounds aspire. How shall we quit your loue, when we ascend The state of Elydure. All that I craue, Is but to make the imperious Queene my slaue, That she that aboue Iustice now commands, May tast new thraldome at our royall hands. The Queene is yours, the king shalbe depos'd, And she disgraded from all Soueraignty. That I might liue to see that happy houre, To haue that sterne commandresse in my power. Shees doomd alreadie, and at your dispos, And we prepard for speedy execution, Of any plot that may availe our pompe, Or throne vs in the state of Brittany.