Heywood, Thomas · published 1615 · first performed or written 1594 (Annals) romance · Worcester's Men · Red Bull unassigned nearest T14 Royal love, favour and dynastic relation · 463 words
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Hold me so still; where ere I next shall meet thee, This sword, like thunder, on thy crest shall greet thee. Banished the Camp I go, but not so far, But I will make one in this Christian war, Like an unknown Knight I will bear a shield, In it engraven the Trade I did profess, When once I was a Goldsmith in Cheapside: And if I prosper, to these arms I'll add Some honour, and the scutcheon I shall bear, Shall to the Pagans bring pale death, and fear. Adieu brave Christian Lords; for I must stray, A banished man can never miss his way. Why do you look so sad upon their griefs? Ah pardon me. My heart begot a thought At their departure, which had been of force T'have strained a tear or two from my moist eye. How like was he to Eustace! he to Guy! A leaden weight of grief lies at my heart, And I could wish myself were banished too, To bear them in their sorrows company. These, for example's sake, must be removed, And though their absence will much weaken us, Yet we had rather put us in God's guard, Lessening our own strength, than to bear with that Which might in time lead to our overthrow. March forward Lords; our love we will defer. Prince Tancred, till our wars chief heat be spent, Keep still this beauteous Lady in your Tent. My Lord is banished, what shall poor I do? There is no way, but I must after too. But ere I go, some cunning I must use, To make this Lady my Lords love refuse. Fair youth, why have you singled me along? Is it to share joy, or partake my moan? Whether you please. Invention help me now, To bring her out of love with my sweet Lord, For should she love him I were quite undone. madam, in faith, how many suitors have you? More than I wish I had: First, the French General. Oh God, I fear, I think I am accursed. she loves him best, because she names him first. The English Robert, County Palatine; Two Gentlemen that took me in the woods; One is now banished, but the other still Stays in the Army; then, the Bulloigne Duke, And which of all these is the properest man? i'faith let me hear thy judgement. Prince Robert is a gallant Gentlemen: But the French Lord uncomely, and unshaped. Tancred's a proper man, but the French Lord, He hath no making, no good shape at all. I could not love a man of his complexion: I would not sue him if I were a Lady, Had he more Crowns then Caesar conquered. I see no such defects in that French Lord.
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Hold me o still; where ere I nxt shall meete thee, This sword, like thunder, on thy crst shall greet thee. Banisht the Campe I go, but not so farre, But I will make one in this Christian warre, Like an vnknowne Knight I will beare a sheild, In it engrauen the Trade I did professe, When once I was a Gold-smith in Cheape-ide: And if I prosper, to these armes I'le adde Some honour, and the scutcheon I shall beare, Shall to the Pagans bring pale death, and feare. Adiew braue Christian Lords; for I must tray, A banisht man can neuer misse his way. Why do you looke so sad vpon their griefes? Ah pardon me. My heart begot a thought At their departure, which had bene of force T'haue strayn'd a teare or two from my moiste eye. How like was he to Eustace! he to Guy! A leaden weight of griefe lies at my heart, And I could wish my selfe were anisht too, To beare them in their sorrowes company. These, for examples sake, must be remou'd, And though their absence will much weaken vs, Yet we had rather put vs in Gods guard, Lessening our owne strength, then to beare with that Which might in time lead to our ouerthrow. March forward Lords; our loue we will deferre. Prince Tancred, till our warres cheife heat be spent, Keepe still this beauteous Lady in your Tent. My Lord is banisht, what shall poore I do? There is no way, but I must after too. But ere I go, some cunning I must vse, To make this Lady my Lords loue refuse. Faire youth, why haue you singled me along? Is it to share ioy, or partake my mone? Whether you please. Inuention helpe me now, To bring her out of loue with my sweete Lord, For should she loue him I were quite vndone. Madame, in faith, how many suiters haue you? More then I wish I had: Fst, the French Generall. Oh God, I feare, I thinke I am accurst. Shee loues him best, because she names him first. The English Robert, County Palatine; Two Gentlemen that tooke me in the woods; One is now banisht, but the other still Stayes in the Army; the, the Bulloigne Duke, And which of all these is the properes man? 'Faith let me heare thy iudgement. Prince Robert is a gallant Gentlemen: But the French Lord vncomely, and vnshap'd. Tancred's a proper man, but the French Lord, He hath no making, no good shape at all. I could not loue a man of his complexion: I would not ue him if I were a Lady, Had he more Crownes then Car conquered. I see no such defects in that French Lord.