Anonymous · published 1606 · first performed or written 1605 [1603-1606] (Annals) history; satire · Queen Anne's Men unassigned nearest T41 Household service: masters, doors and po · 517 words
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And you knew this before. No on mine honour. Neither you Sister. neither. If you did My oath is past, and what I have lately sworn i'll hold inviolate, here all strife ends, thy wit has made two proud shrews perfect friends. A third time live our gracious sovereign Monarch of England, crowned by these hands. A third time Lords, I do return your love, And wish it with my soul, so heaven were pleased, My ambitious Brothers had not died for this, But we have given them honourable graves. And mourned their most untimely funeral, My loved Queen, come seat thee by my side, Partner in all my sorrows and my joys, And you her reconciled Sister sit, By her in second place of majesty, It joys me that you have outworn your pride. Methinks my gracious husband and my King, I never took more pleasure in my glass, Than I receive in her society. Nor I in all my state as in her love. My Lord of Cornwell, whose's that whispers to you? Or what's the news? My liege, he tells me here's a great contention betwixt two noted persons of the Land much spoke of by all states, one somebody Hath brought before your highness and this presence, An infamous and strange opinioned fellow, Called Nobody, they would entreat your highness, To hear their matters scanned. we'll sit in person on their controversies, Admit them Cornwell. Is that strange monster took, somuch renowned, In City, Court, and Country, for lewd pranks. 'tis well, we'll hear how he can purge himself. now sirrah we have brought you before the king, Where's your heart now? My hearts in my hose, but my face was never ashamed to show itself, yet before king or kaiser. And where's your heart sirrah? My hearts lower than my hoof, for mine it at my heel, but wheresoever it is, it is a true heart, and so is not somb. Health to your Majesty, and to the Queen, With a heart lower than this humble earth whereon I kneel. I beg against this fellow, justice my liege. Against whom. Against Nobody. My liege, his words well suit unto his thoughts, He wishes no man justice, being composed Of all deceit, of subtlety and slight, For mine own part, if in this royal presence, And before all these true judicial Lords, I cannot with sincereness clear myself, Of all suggestions falsely coined against me, Let me be hanged up sunning in the air, And made a scarecrow. Let's hear his accusations, And then how well thou canst acquit thyself. First, when this monster made his residence Within the country, and dispersed his shape Through every shire and country of the Land, Where plenty had before a quiet seat, And the poor commons of the Land were full, With rich abundance and satiety, At his arrive, great dearths and scarcity, By engrossing come, and racking poor men's rents. This makes so many poor and honest Farmers, to sell their leases, and to beg their bread, this makes so many beggars in the Land.
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And you knew this before. No on mine honor. Neither you Sister. neither. If you did My oath is past, and what I haue lately sworne ile hold inuiolate, here all stryfe ends, thy wit has made two proude shrewes perfect friends. A third time liue our gratious soueraigne Monarch of England, crowned by these hands. A third time Lords, I do returne your loue, And wish it with my soule, so heauen were pleasd, My ambitious Brothers had not died for this, But we haue giuen them honorable graues. And mournd their most vntimely funerall, My loued Queen, come seat thee by my side, Partner in all my sorrowes and my ioyes, And you her reconciled Sister sit, By her in second place of maiesty, It ioyes me that you haue outworne your pride. Methinks my gratious husband and my King, I neuer tooke more pleasure in my glasse, Then I receiue in her society. Nor I in all my state as in her loue. My Lord of Cornwell, whose that whispers to you? Or whats the newes? My liege, he tels me heeres a great contention betwixt two noted persons of the Land much spoke of by all states, one some-body Hath brought before your highnes and this presence, An infamous and strange opiniond fellow, Cald No-body, they would intreat your highnes, To heare their matters scand. Weele sit in person on their controuersies, Admit them Cornwell. Is that strange monster tooke, somuch renownd, In Citty, Court, and Country, for lewd prancks. Tis well, weel heare how he can purge himselfe. now sirrha we haue brought you before the king, Wheres your hart now? My harts in my hose, but my face was neuer ashamed to shew it selfe, yet before king or Keyser. And wheres your hart sirrha? My harts lower then my hofe, for mine it at my heel, but whersoeuer it is, it is a true hart, and so is not somb. Health to your Maiestie, and to the Queene, With a hart lower then this humble earth whereon I kneele. I beg against this fellow, Iustice my liege. Against whom. Against No-body. My liege, his words wel sute vnto his thoughts, He wishes no man Iustice, being composd Of all deceit, of subtilty and slight, For mine own part, if in this royall presence, And before all these true iudiciall Lords, I cannot with sincerenes cleare my selfe, Of all suggestions falsly coynd against me, Let me be hangd vp sunning in the ayre, And made a scar-crow. Lets heare his accusations, And then how well thou canst aquit thy selfe. First, when this monster made his residence Within the country, and disperst his shape Through euery shire and country of the Land, Where plenty had before a quiet seat, And the poore commons of the Land were full, With rich abundance and saciety, At his ariue, great dearths and scarsity, By ingrosing come, and racking poore mens rents. This makes so many poore and honest Farmers, to sell their leases, and to beg their bread, this makes so many beggers in the Land.