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 · 480 words
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Fear not: come my ●…arts, compass him about, and cease on him all at once, like so many ravens on a dead horse. Now an eternal sleep, an apoplexy, a swoon Cease on their senses, who in this disguise Shall view or note my vile deformity. I was bewitched with spells to my misfortune: Or else star crossed with some hags hellishness. Sure I said my prayers, rised on my right side, Washed hands and eyes, put on my girdle last; Sure I met no splay-footed baker, No hare did cross me, nor no bearded witch, Nor other ominous sign, O then why Should I be thus damned in the devils nets? Pst possible? this habit which I wear Should become any man? now of my soul, I loathe to see myself, and willingly I would even vomit at my countenance. Stand sir, we arrest you. Arrest me, why I injure no man but myself. You are the more unkind, he that wrongs himself, will not stick to wrong the whole world also. Nay strive not for we arrest you by virtue of the King's commission. Well my masters be careful, you may mistake me. Indeed it is no marvel you are so like other men. Indeed at this time, I am hardly like one of Gods making. Faith and I am sure you are no man of a good tailors making, you are but pieced work. Well yet I may hap to prove a noble man. A whoremaster or an unthrift, away with him, and let no man man catechize him upon pain of my displeasure. Roll on the chariot wheels of my dear plots, And bear mine ends to their desired ●●kes: As yet there's not a rub of wit, a gulf of thought, No rocky misconstruction, thorny amaze, Or other let of any doubtfulness; As yet thy way is even smooth and plain, Like the green Ocean, in a silent calm. Blessed credulity, thou great God of error, That art the strong foundation of huge wrongs, To thee give I my vows and sacrifice, By thy great deity he doth believe Falsehoods, that falsehoods self could not invent, And from that misbelief doth draw a course To overwhelm even virtue, truth and sanctity. Let him go on blessed stars, 'tis meet he fall, Whose blindfold judgement hath no guide at all. But O these shadows have bewitched long, To threat and not to do, doth malice wrong; And see here comes the Queen. My Lord the Duke, your presence and my wish, jump in an even line together: come we must to cards, I have some crowns I needs must lose to you. I humbly beseech your highness pardon me, I have important business of the Kings, Which doth command mine instant diligence. Brother, indeed you shall attend the Queen, Another time will serve those state dispatches.
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Feare not: come my arts, compasse him about, and ceaze on him all at once, like so many Rauens on a dead horse. Now an eternall sleep, an apoplex, a swound Ceaze on their senses, who in this disguise Shall view or note my vile deformitie. I was bewitcht with spels to my misfortune: Or else starre crost with some hagges hellishnesse. Sure I said my prayers, ris'd on my right side, Wash't hands and eies, put on my girdle last; Sure I met no splea-footed baker, No hare did crosse me, nor no bearded witch, Nor other ominous signe, O then why Should I be thus damn'nd in the diuels nets? Pst possible? this habit which I weare Should become any man? now of my soule, I loath to see my selfe, and willingly I would euen vomit at my counteneance. Stand sir, we arrest you. Arrest me, why I iniure no man but my selfe. You are the more vnkind, he that wrongs himselfe, will not sticke to wrong the whole world also. Nay striue not for we arrest you by vertue of the Kings commission. Well my masters be carefull, you may mistake me. Indeed it is no maruaile you are so like other men. Indeed at this time, I am hardly like one of Gods making. Faith and I am sure you are no man of a good taylors making, you are but peest worke. Well yet I may hap to proue a noble man. A whoremaster or an vnthrift, away with him, and let no man man catachise him vpon paine of my displaesure. Roule on the chariot wheeles of my deere plots, And beare mine ends to their desired kes: As yet thers not a rub of wit, a gulfe of thought, No rockie misconstruction, thorny amaze, Or other let of any doubtfulnesse; As yet thy way is euen smoth and plaine, Like the greene Ocean, in a silent calme. Blessed credulity, thou great God of errour, That art the strong foundation of huge wrongs, To thee giue I my vowes and sacrifice, By thy great deity he doth beleeue Falshoods, that falshoods selfe could not inuent, And from that misbeleefe doth draw a course To ouerwhelme euen vertue, truth and sanctitie. Let him go on blest starres, tis meet he fall, Whose blindfold iudgement hath no guid at all. But O these shadowes haue bewitchted long, To threat and not to do, doth malice wrong; And see heere comes the Queene. My Lord the Duke, your presence and my wish, Iumpe in an euen line together: come we must to cardes, I haue some crownes I needs must lose to you. I humbly beseech your highnesse pardon me, I haue important businesse of the Kings, Which doth command mine instant diligence. Brother, indeede you shall attend the Queene, Another time will serue those state dispatches.