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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Well wench, shalt be the proud woman's champion. And i'll defend them against all men, as at single tongue. I had rather fight with a giant, than you at that weapon. My Lord go forth, return in your own shape, say I am coming. I go my Lord. I'll note their countenance when they hear of me. King's often see that which they would not see. Dancing hath made me weary, what sport is next? What your highness will command. she will command you sir to play with her. Madam his majesty is returned to court. Nay then away with revels and with sports, Lie hushed, and still this vainer idleness, It now hath lost his spleen, come Lords away. My sun is risen, brings a brighter day. Darkness is thy delight lascivious Queen, And thou wouldst have thy sun penned up in cloud: If I be he, O falseness did I for this, In single opposition hand to hand, Hazard my royal blood for thee to be My greatest shame, the scandal of my blood, Whilst rumour crowns me king of infamy? But I will be revenged: watch gentle Lord, When next I see them, they shall taste of death, Such power hath baseness over great defame That monarchs cannot cover their own shame. My plot yet holds a true proportion, And I do see, an even way to rule, A crown like a bold champion bids me on, And fame shall chronicle mine enterprise: The Queen being dead, I must oppose myself, Against her tyrant husband, that's my claim And with strong courage, stand the shock of war: If of myself I can withstand the King, Then all the Land will flock unto mine aid, if not, The king is Gods anointed, my head fits the block, And that's the worst, yet future times will tell: I sunk not slightly, for a crown I fell. Come on my masters, you know the tenure of the King's command, And what in this great business you must do, Which is to keep him safe, and not vouchsafe That any creature speak or visit him, Till he be brought to the presence of the king, You must not start for bounty nor for threats. No though he say he is a noble man, As it may be, he may prove mighty borne, Yet what for that? you must perform your office Or else expect to taste sharp punishment. Tut, fear not my Lord, we that have had Cerberus office so many years under a gate, are not to learn now to play either devils or tyrants, let us but see him, and then take no care for his safety. Nay he shall be put into safe keeping, for my wife shall take charge of him. 'tis well devised, see where he comes, He may not see my presence, think upon't, Your charge is trusty, and of mighty weight. Farewell.
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Well wench, shalt be the proud womans champion. And ile defend them against all men, as at single tongue. I had rather fight with a gyant, then you at that weapon. My Lord go forth, returne in your owne shape, say I am comming. I goe my Lord. Ile note their countenance when they heare of me. Kings often see that which they would not see. Dauncing hath made me weary, what sport is next? What your highnesse will command. she will command you sir to play with her. Madame his maiestie is returnd to court. Nay then away with reuels and with sports, Lie husht, and still this vainer idlenesse, It now hath lost his spleene, come Lords away. My sunne is risen, brings a brighter day. Darknesse is thy delight lasciuious Queene, And thou wouldst haue thy sun pent vp in cloude: If I be he, O falsnesse did I for this, In single opposition hand to hand, Hazard my royall bloud for thee to be My greatest shame, the scandall of my blood, Whil'st rumour crownes me king of infamy? But I will be reueng'd: watch gentle Lord, When next I see them, they shall tast of death, Such power hath basenesse ouer great defame That monarches cannot couer their own shame. My plot yet holds a true proportion, And I do see, an euen way to rule, A crowne like a bould champion bids me on, And fame shall chronicle mine enterprise: The Queene being dead, I must oppose my selfe, Against her tyrant husband, thats my claime And with strong courage, stand the shocke of warre: If of my selfe I can withstand the King, Then all the Land will flocke vnto mine aide, if not, The king is Gods annointed, my head fits the blocke, And thats the worst, yet future times will tell: I sunke not sleightly, for a crowne I fell. Come on my masters, you know the tenure of the kings cōmand, And what in this great businesse you must do, Which is to keep him safe, and not vouchsafe That any creature speake or visit him, Till he be brought to the presence of the king, You must not start for bountie nor for threats. No though he say he is a noble man, As it may be, he may proue mightie borne, Yet what for that? you must performe your office Or else expect to tast sharp punishment. Tut, feare not my Lord, wee that haue had Cerberus office so many yeares vnder a gate, are not to learne now to play either diules or tyrants, let vs but see him, and then take no care for his safety. Nay hee shall bee put into safe keeping, for my wife shall take charge of him. Tis well deui'sd, see where he comes, He may not see my presence, thinke vpon't, Your charge is trusty, and of mightie waight. Farewell.