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 · 480 words
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Prince Eustace, you shall wear this Crown of State, Be King of Sicil and command that Isle. Lord Charles, the crown of Cyprus longs to you, That in the fight the King of Cyprus slew. One general voice at once proclaim them Kings. In memory of this solemnity, Here will I leave this Scutcheon borne by me: That in what coast so e'er my bones be laid, This shield may be an honour to my Trade. Mine shall hang there, a trophy of my fame, My Trade is famous by King Eustace name. In memory a king hath borne this shield, I add these Chalices to this Argent Field. In honour of my first profession That shield in all these wars by Godfrey borne, I crown this Maid's head with a wreath of Thorn. Oh were my daughter here this joy to see; How light her soul! how glad would my heart be! Would I had now my love. Or I that Dame, That adds to beauty's sun a brighter flame. Were the fair virgin here, I would renown Her glorious beauty with the English Crown. Princes, I'll fit you all, Lady come forth. The lovely Princes. Fair Mistress! Lady! madam! Honoured Saint! Nay pardon me, love comes not by constraint. But Princes, will you grant me patience, Before I part, I mean to please you all. First holy Patriarch, tell me of all others, Whom in the world you most desire to see. My daughter. Prince Godfrey, Charles and Eustace, whom say you? Next yourself our sister. And whom you? My love. Who's that? Your honoured self fair Maid. Nay, I'll make good the words that I have said. Father, I give a daughter to your hand: Brothers, behold, here doth your sister stand. Tancred behold the Lady you once ceased, Only I leave Prince Robert here displeased. My daughter Bella Franca! Sister! Love! I am to happy, and too full of joy. Heaven powers on me more good than I can bear: I that before was starved, now surfeit here. Princes, and Lady, nothing can displease us, For we partake in all this glad content, And with applause rejoice this accident. Tancred rejoice, your love, and you your friends, Where you begin with marriage, our love ends. Kings, & kings Peers, to heaven ascribe the glory, Whilst we to Chronicles report this story. Make love unto my sister! 'tis most strange, Now Guy I would thy hadst thy French love here. My heart should grant her what I then refused. Now having got this state of dignity, I grieve that I have so obdurate been, But for amends would make her Zion's Queen. And well remembered brother, I must now Entreat you for a pretty boy your Page, That hath on some occasion strayed from you. Oh brother, where's the villain? Pardon him, and I will tell you.
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Prince Eustace, you shall weare this Crowne of State, Be King of Sicil and command that Isle. Lord Charles, the crowne of Cyprus longs to you, That in the fight the King of Cyprus slue. One generall voyce at once proclaime them Kings. In memory of this solemnity, Here will I leaue this Scutchion borne by mee: That in what coast so e're my bones be laid, This shield may be an honour to my Trade. Mine shall hang there, a trophee of my fame, My Trade is famous by King Eustace name. In memory a king hath borne this shield, I adde these Challices to this Argent Field. In honour of my first profession That shield in all these warres by Godfrey borne, I crowne this Maids head with a wreath of Thorne. Oh were my daughter here this ioy to see; How light her soule! how glad would my heart bee! VVould I had now my loue. Or I that Dame, That addes to beauties sunne a brighter flame. VVere the faire virgine here, I would renowne Her glorious beauty with the English Crowne. Princes, Ie fit you all, Lady come forth. The louely Princes. Faire Mistresse! Lady! Madame! Honoured Saint! Nay pardon me, loue comes not by constraint. But Princes, will you grant me patience, Before I part, I meane to please you all. First holy Patriarch, tell me of all others, Whom in the world you most dsire to see. My daughter. Prince Godfrey, Charles and Eustace, whom say you? Next your selfe our sister. And whom you? My loue. Who's that? Your honoured selfe faire Maid. Nay, I'le make good the words that I haue said. Father, I giue a daughter to your hand: Brothers, behold, here doth your sister stand. Tancred behold the Lady you once ceas'd, Onely I leaue Prince Robert here displeas'd. My daughter Bella Franca! Sister! Loue! I am to happy, and too full of ioy. Heauen powres on me more good then I can beare: I that before was steru'd, now surfet here. Princes, and Lady, nothing can displease vs, For we pertake in all this glad content, And with applause reioyce this accident. Tancred reioyce, your loue, and you your friends, Where you beginne with marriage, our loue ends. Kings, & kings Peeres, to heauen ascribe the glory, Whilst we to Chronicles report this story. Make loue vnto my sister! 'tis most strange, Now Guy I would thy hadst thy French loue here. My heart should grant her what I then refus'd. Now hauing got this state of dignity, I grieue that I haue so obdurate beene, But for amends would make her Syons Queene. And well remembred brother, I must now Entreate you for a pretty boy your Page, That hath on some occasion tray'd from you. Oh brother, where's the villaine? Pardon him, and I will tell you.