Shakespeare, William / Fletcher, John · published 1623 · first performed or written 1613 [Jun] (Annals) history · King's Men unassigned nearest T31 Popes, cardinals and the crown · 468 words
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Charles, I will play no more to night, My minds not on't, you are too hard for me. Sir, I did never win of you before. But little Charles, Nor shall not when my Fancies on my play. Now Lovel, from the Queen what is the News. I could not personally deliver to her What you commanded me, but by her woman, I sent your Message, who returned her thankes In the great'st humbleness, and desired your highness' Most heartily to pr ▪ What sayst thou? Ha'?? To pray for her? What is she crying out? So said her woman, and that her sufferance made Almost each pang, a death. Alas good Lady. God safely quit her of her Burden, and With gentle Travail, to the gladding of Your Highness with an Heir. 'Tis midnight Charles, Prithee to bed, and in thy prayers remember Th' estate of my poor Queen. Leave me alone, For I must think of that, which company Would not be friendly too. I wish your Highness A quiet night, and my good Mistress will Remember in my Prayers. Charles good night. Well Sir, what follows? Sir, I have brought my Lord the Archbishop, As you commanded me. Ha'? Canterbury? I my good Lord. 'Tis true: where is he Denny? He attends your Highness' pleasure. Bring him to Vs. This is about that, which the Bishop spoke, I am happily come hither. Avoid the Gallery. Ha'? I have said. Be gone. What? I am fearful: Wherefore frowns he thus? 'Tis his Aspect of Terror. All's not well. How now my Lord? You do desire to know wherefore I sent for you. It is my duty T' attend your Highness' pleasure. Pray you arise My good and gracious Lord of Canterbury: Come, you and I must walk a turn together: I have News to tell you. Come, come, give me your hand. Ah my good Lord, I grieve at what I speak, And am right sorry to repeat what follows. I have, and most unwillingly of late Herd many grievous. I do say my Lord Grievous complaints of you; which being considered, Have moved Us, and our Council, that you shall This Morning come before us, where I know You cannot with such freedom purge yourself, But that till further Trial, in those Charges Which will require your Answer, you must take Your patience to you, and be well contented To make your house our Tower: you, a Brother of us It fits we thus proceed, or else no witness Would come against you. I humbly thank your Highness, And am right glad to catch this good occasion Most throughly to be winnowed, where my Chaff And Corn shall fly asunder. For I know There's none stands under more calumnious tongues, Then I myself, poor man.
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Charles, I will play no more to night, My mindes not on't, you are too hard for me. Sir, I did neuer win of you before. But little Charles, Nor ſhall not when my Fancies on my play. Now Louel, from the Queene what is the Newes. I could not perſonally deliuer to her What you commanded me, but by her woman, I ſent your Meſſage, who return'd her thankes In the great'ſt humſe, and deſir'd your Highneſſe Moſt heartily to pr ▪ What ſay Ha? To pray for her? Wha e crying out? So ſaid her woman, and that her ſuffrance made Almoſt each pang, a death. Alas good Lady. God ſafely quit her of her Burthen, and With gentle Trauaile, to the gladding of Your Highneſſe with an Heire. 'Tis midnight Charles, Prythee to bed, and in thy Prayres remember Th' eſtate of my poore Queene. Leaue me alone▪ For I muſt thinke of that, which company Would not be friendly too. I wiſh your Highneſſe A quiet night, and my good Miſtris will Remember in my Prayers. Charles good night. Well Sir, what followes? Sir, I haue brought my Lord the Arch-byſhop, As you commanded me. Ha? Canterbury? I my good Lord. 'Tis true: where is he Denny? He attends your Highneſſe pleaſure. Bring him to Vs. This is about that, which the Byſhop ſpake, I am happily come hither. Auoyd the Gallery. Ha? I haue ſaid. Be gone. What? I am fearefull: Wherefore frownes he thus? 'Tis his Aſpect of Terror. All's not well. How now my Lord? You do deſire to know wherefore I ſent for you. It is my dutie T' attend your Highneſſe pleaſure. Pray you ariſe My good and gracious Lord of Canterburie: Come, you and I muſt walke a turne together: I haue Newes to tell you. Come, come, giue me your hand. Ah my good Lord, I greeue at what I ſpeake, And am right ſorrie to repeat what followes. I haue, and moſt vnwillingly of late Heard many greeuous. I do ſay my Lord Greeuous complaints of you; which being conſider'd, Haue mou'd Vs, and our Councell, that you ſhall This Morning come before vs, where I know You cannot with ſuch freedome purge your ſelfe, But that till further Triall, in thoſe Charges Which will require your Anſwer, you muſt take Your patience to you, and be well contented To make your houſe our Towre: you, a Brother of vs It fits we thus proceed, or elſe no witneſſe Would come againſt you. I humbly thanke your Highneſſe, And am right glad to catch this good occaſion Moſt throughly to be winnowed, where my Chaffe And Corne ſhall flye aſunder. For I know There's none ſtands vnder more calumnious tongues, Then I my ſelfe, poore man.