Markham, Gervase / Machin, Lewis · published 1608 · first performed or written 1608 [1607-1608] (Annals) tragicomedy · Children of the King's Revels unassigned nearest T53 The crown: kingship claimed, resigned an · 488 words
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This, when your negligence had left your clothes upon my bed, he espied them, tasked me for the owner, I in excuse told him it was a suit brought by my gossip to be sold, he strait like a child proud of a new coat, presently puts it on, presently is sent for to the senate, and at this present hath left you that the world may behold your naked doings. I would it were washed in the blood of a centaur, that when he puts it off, his skin might follow it, but how shall I get to my chamber? Truly I know not, except you will wear a smock's upper-coate. What a petticoat, you mad me with your mirth. Then seriously thus, as he hath ta'en your clothes, you must take his, and let the world know you have had more than fiddlers far, for you have meat, money and clothe. 'Sfoot how shall I look in this devils suit, sure I shall grow sick to see my shape. Well extremity must then be your physic, but come, you shall attire yourself in my chamber. Are these the winding turns of female shames, Lose woman's gambols, and the tricks of sin? And are we borne to bear these suffrages? O he that's tied unto a brothel bed, Feels his worst hell on earth, and may presume There is no sickness like his pestilence: Well, what the issue of this jest will prove, My wit but yet conceives and after time Shall perfect it and give it liberty, In such sort, that if it true fire strike, A world of Apes shall study for the like. My thoughts are troubled, joy forsakes me quite, And all my meditations are revenge: Ambition and fell murder join in me, And aid each other to untwine a state, And make whole millions prove unfortunate. Now must I practise court art flattery, And wisely temporize with blackest deeds: I'll smile and stab now weep, then laugh, then frown, And with sly tricks of state kill all suspicion. devils must seem like Angels, saith ambition, The blackest thoughts I'll study to excel, Crowns and revenge have made men dive to hell. My plot is currant and it cannot miss, Whilst wisdom winds me on the clew of bliss. The King shall kill the Queen, that acted right, I soon will turn his brightest day to night. he's simple, honest, and loves downy rest, Then he must fall, 'tis policy in state To hurl them down are blessed with happy fate. Thus each shall scourge himself with his own rod, Who is all policy, avows no God. Who is within there ho? Did your grace call? I did, where is the King? He is in his privy chamber playing at chess. Go strait and tell him I must speak with him, And say my business doth import great haste. I go my Lord.
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This, when your negligence had left your cloathes vpon my bed, he espied them, taskt me for the owner, I in excuse told him it was a suite brought by my gossip to be sold, hee straight like a childe proud of a new coate, presently puts it on, presently is sent for to the Senat, and at this present hath left you that the world may behold your naked doings. I would it were washt in the bloud of a Centaure, that when he puts it off, his skinne might follow it, but how shall I get to my chamber? Truly I know not, except you wil weare a smocks vpper-coate. What a petticote, you mad me with your mirth. Then seriously thus, as he hath tane your cloathes, you must take his, and let the world know you haue had more then fidlers fare, for you haue meat, money and cloth. Sfoote how shall I looke in this Diuels suite, sure I shall grow sick to see my shape. Well extremity must then be your physick, but come, you shall attire your selfe in my chamber. Are these the winding turnes of female shames, Loose womans gamboles, and the tricks of sinne? And are we borne to beare these suffrages? O hee thats tide vnto a brothell bed, Feeles his worst hell on earth, and may presume There is no sicknes like his pestilence: Well, what the issue of this iest will proue, My wit but yet conceiues and after time Shall perfit it and giue it liberty, In such sort, that if it true fire strike, A world of Apes shall study for the like. My thoughts are troubled, Ioy forsakes me quite, And all my meditations are reuenge: Ambition and fell murder ioyne in me, And aid each other to vntwine a state, And make whole millions proue vnfortunate. Now must I practise court art flattery, And wisely temporise with blackest deedes: Ile smile and stab now weepe, then laugh, then frowne, And with sly tricks of state kill all suspition. Diuels must seeme like Angels, saith ambition, The blackest thoughts Ile study to excell, Crownes and reuenge haue made men diue to hell. My plot is currant and it cannot misse, Whilst wisedome windes me on the clew of blisse. The King shall kill the Queene, that acted right, I soone will turne his brightest day to night. Hees simple, honest, and loues downy rest, Then he must fall, tis policie in state To hurle them downe are blest with happy fate. Thus each shall scourge himselfe with his owne rod, Who is all policie, auowes no God. Who is within there hoe? Did your grace call? I did, where is the King? He is in his priuie chamber playing at chesse. Go straight and tell him I must speake with him, And say my businesse doth import great haste. I goe my Lord.