Heywood, Thomas · published 1615 · first performed or written 1594 (Annals) romance · Worcester's Men · Red Bull unassigned nearest T53 The crown: kingship claimed, resigned an · 489 words
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My former want hath now sufficient store, For having seen this, I desire no more. How fair and smooth my stream of pleasure runs, To look at once on Zion and my sons! Showers of abundance rain into our lips, To make repentance grow within our hearts. What greater earthly bliss could heaven power down, Than Zion, our dear father, and this Town? Then to confirm these conquests God hath given us, Sealed with the blood of Kings and Emperors; Let us elect a King, that may maintain Our honours with the deaths of Monarchs slain. Call forth the Patriarch of Ierusalem, His right hand must bequeath that dignity. With tears I speak it, lagging in the train Of the distressed Soldan he was slain. Praised be our God, we have revenged his death. Great Potentates consort him to his grave. What man, for gravity and sanctity, May we think worthy of this honoured place? Whose years, devotion, and most sacred life, Better can fit that holy place, than his Whose worthy sons have brought to end these wars? Princes, join hands, invest him all at once. My fervent zeal, bids I should not deny: It brings my soul to heaven before I die. But Princes, whom will ye elect the King, To guard this City from succeeding peril. Robert of Normandy. Oh chose Prince Tancred rather, Too weak is my desert, and I refuse it. Then put it too most voices. Robert of Normandy. Princes, we much commend you for your loves: But letters from England tell me William's dead, And by succession left the Crown to me. I say Prince Godfrey hath deserved it best. So Tancred says. And so say all the rest. Princes, ye press me down with too much honours, And load a soul that cannot bear them up. Dissuade me not, no counsel I will hear. Behold a Crown which Godfrey means to wear! This made the blood run from our saviours Brow No Crown but this can Godfrey's heart allow. Prayers are my pride, devotion draws my sword, No pomp but this can Bullen's soul afford. My vow's irrevocable, state I refuse; No other Crown but this will Godfrey choose. If he refuse the place, elect Prince Guy; Most voices; shall he have the Sceptre? I. Then Crown him straight, and henceforth let his name Be through the world called Guy of Lessingham. All these desire it, I consent with them; Long live Prince Guy, King of Jerusalem. The Crown is burst, and parted from my head; I fear the heavens are angry with your choice. Son Guy they are not. By Divine instinct The heavens have lent me a Prophetic spirit. This she was thy troublous reign, mutines from far, Shall fright thy Towns and Provinces with war. If it be nothing else, Crown me again, We have a heart our Kingdom to maintain. What honours do my brother's heads await?
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My former want hath now sufficient store, For hauing seene this, I desire no more. How faire and smoth my streame of pleasure runnes, To looke at once on Syon and my sonnes! Shoures of aboundance raine into our lips, To make repentance grow within our hearts. What greater earthly bliffe could heauen powre downe, Then Syon, our deere father, and this Towne? Then to confirme these conquests God hath giuen vs, Seal'd with the bloud of Kings and Emperous; Let vs elect a King, that may maintaine Our honours with the deaths of Monarches slaine. Call forth the Patriarch of Ierusalem, His right hand must be queath that dignity. With teares I speake it, lagging in the traine Of the diressed Soldan he was . Prais'd be our God, we haue reueng'd his death. Great Potentates consort him to his graue. What man, for grauity and sanctity, May we thinke worthy of this honoured place? Whose yeares, deuotion, and most sacred life, Better can fit that holy place, then his Whose worthy sonnes haue brought to end these warres? Princes, ioyne hands, inuest him all at once. My feruent zeale, bids I should not deny: It brings my soule to heauen before I die. But Princes, whom will yee elect the King, To guard this Citty from succeeding perill. Robert of Normandy. Oh chose Prince Tancred rather, Too weake is my desert, and I refuse it. Then put it too most voices. Robert of Normandy. Princes, we much commend you for your loues: But letters from England tell me William's dead, And by succession left the Crowne to me. I say Prince Godfrey hath deseru'd it best. So Tanered sayes. And so say all the rest. Princes, ye presse me downe with too muh hoors, And load a soule that cannot beare them vp. Disswade me not, no counsell I will heare. Behold a Crowne which Godfrey meanes to weare! This made the bloud run from our Sauiours Brow No Crowne but this ean Godfreyes heart allow. Prayers are my pride, deuotion drawes my sword, No pompe but this can Bullens soule affoord. My vow's irreuocable, state I refuse; No other Crowne but this will Godsrey chuse. If he refuse the place, elect Prince Guy; Most voices; shall he haue the Scepter? I. Then Crowne him straight, and henceforth let his name Be through the world call'd Guy of Lessingham. All these desire it, I consent with them; Long lie Prince Guy, King of Hierusalem. The Crowne is burst, and parted from my head; I feare the heauens are angry with your choice. Sone Guy they are not. By Diuine instinct The heauens haue lent me a Propheticke spirit. This she wes thy troublous raigne, mutines from farre, Shall fright thy Townes and Prouinces with warre. If it be nothing else, Crowne me againe, We haue a heart our Kingdome to maintaine. What honours do my brothers heads awaite?