Dekker, Thomas · published 1607 · first performed or written 1606 [c.1606-1607] (Annals) history; allegory · Prince Henry's Men unassigned nearest T53 The crown: kingship claimed, resigned an · 466 words
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What then? Vultures are not more ravenous than these men, Confusion, tyranny, uproars will shake all, Tigers, & wolves, and bears, will fill your seat, In nothing (but in misery) you'll be great: Those black and poisonous waters that bore down In their rough torrent, Fairy towns and towers, And drowned our fields in Mariana's days, Will (in a merciless inundation) Cover all again: red Seas will flow again: The Devil will roar again: if these you love, Be (as the Serpent,) wise then, though a Dove. This he that speaks in music? Are you all, Of this opinion Lords? All, all. Let's hence. When close plots fail, use open violence. Stay: Princes are freeborn, & have free wills, These are to us, as valleys are to hills, We may, be counselled by them, not controlled: Our words our Law. Bright Sovereign. You're too bold. I knew the fort would yield. Attend. she's ours. You would Combine a League, which these would break. A League! Holy. Honourable. Nay hear me speak, You court me for my love, you I embrace As maids do Suitors, with a smiling face as you do me: receive our answer then:— I cannot love you:— what! such hardy men And fly for one repulse? I mean as yet; As yet I'mnot at leisure: But I swear Even by my birthday, by the crown I wear, By those sweet waters, which into us power Health, that no sickness taints, by that blessed flower Upon whose roseal stalk our peace does grow, I swear I will my love on you bestow, When one day comes, which now to you I'll name. The time! O blessed time! Balm to our sorrow. Name that most happy hour. May be tomorrow: Mark else and judge whether it may or no: When Lambs of ours, are killed by wolves of yours, Yet no blood sucked: when Heaven two Suns endures: When Souls that rest in under-groundes, Hear Anthems sung, and praise the sounds: When drops of water are so spilled, That they can wash out murders guilt: When Surgeons long since dead and gone, Can cure our wounds, being called upon: When from yond towers I hear one cry, You may kill Princes lawfully: When a Court has no Parasite, When truth speaks false, and falsehood right: When Conscience goes in cloth of gold, When Offices are given; not sold: When merchants wives hate costly clothes, When there's no lies in tradsmens' oaths: When Farmers by dear years do leeze, And Lawyers swear to take no fees: (And that I hope will never, never be) But then (and not till then) I swear, Shall your bewitching Charms sleep in mine ear. Away. Derided to our faces! Baffled! Made fools! This must not be. It shall not be.
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VVhat then? Vultures are not more rauenous thā these men, Confusion, tyranie, vproares will shake all, Tygres, & wolues, and beares, will fil your seat, In nothing (but in miserie) youle be great: Those black and poisonous waters that bore down In their rough torrent, Fairie townes and towers, And drownd our fields in Marianes daies, VVill (in a mercilesse inundation) Couer all againe: red Seas will flow again: The Deuill will roare againe: if these you loue, Be (as the Serpent,) wise then, tho a Doue. This hee that speakes in musicke? Are you all, Of this opinion Lordes? All, all. Lets hence. VVhen close plots faile, vse open violence. Stay: Princes are free-borne, & haue free wils, Theis are to vs, as vallies are to hills, VVe may, be counceld by them, not controld: Our wordes our Law. Bright Souereigne. Y'are too bold. I knew the fort would yeeld. Attend. Shees ours. You would Combine a League, which these would breake. A League! Holy. Honorable. Nay heare me speake, You court me for my loue, you I imbrace As maides doe Suiters, with a smiling face as you doe me: receiue our answere then:— I cannot loue you:—what! such hardy men And flie for one repulse? I meane as yet; As yet I'mnot at leisure: But I sweare Euen by my birth-day, by the crowne I weare, By those sweet waters, which into vs powre Health, that no sicknes taints, by that blest flower Vpon whose roseal stalke our peace does grow, I sweare I will my loue on you bestow, VVhen one day comes, which now to you Ile name. The time! O blessed time! Balme to our sorrow. Name that most happie houre. May be tomorrow: Marke els and iudge whether it may or no: When Lambes of ours, are kild by wolues of yours, Yet no bloud suckt: when Heauen two Suns endures: When Soules that rest in vnder-groundes, Heare Anthems sung, and prayse the soundes: When drops of water are so spilt, That they can wash out murders guilt: When Surgeons long since dead and gone, Can cure our woundes, being cald vpon: When from yon towers I heare one cry, You may kill Princes lawfully: When a Court has no Parasite, When truth speakes false, and falshood right: When Conscience goes in cloth of gold, When Offices are giuen; not sold: When merchants wiues hate costly clothes, When ther's no lies in tradsmens oathes: When Farmers by deere yeeres do leeze, And Lawyers sweare to take no fees: (And that I hope will neuer, neuer bee) But then (and not till then) I sweare, Shall your bewitching Charmes sleepe in mine eare. Away. Derided to our faces! Baffuld! Made fooles! This must not be. It shall not be.