Shakespeare, William / Fletcher, John · published 1623 · first performed or written 1613 [Jun] (Annals) history · King's Men T14 Royal love, favour and dynastic relation typicality 0.72 · 494 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T14: prince, princess, love, king, lord, queen, madam, grace, lady, life.
Mercy o' me: what a Multitude are here? They grow still too; from all Parts they are coming, As if we kept a Fair here? Where are these Porters? These lazy knaves? YE have made a fine hand fellows? There's a trim rabble let in: are all these Your faithful friends o' th' Suburbs? We shall have Great store of room no doubt, left for the Ladies, When they pass back from the Christening? an't please your Honour, We are but men; and what so many may do, Not being torn a pieces, we have done: An Army cannot rule 'em. As I live, If the King blame me for't; I'll lay ye all By th' heels, and suddenly: and on your heads Clap round Fines for neglect: ye are lazy knaves, And here ye lie baiting of Bombards, when Ye should do Service. Hark the Trumpets sound, The are come already from the Christening, Go break among the press, and find away out To let the Troop pass fairly; or I'll find A Marshallsey, shall hold ye play these two Months. Make way there, for the Princess. You great fellow, Stand close up, or I'll make your head ache. You i' th' Chamblet, get up o' th' rail, I'll peck you o'er the pales esse. Heaven From thy endless goodness, send prosperous life, Long and ever happy, to the high and Mighty Princess of England Elizabeth. And to your Royal Grace, & the good Queen, My Noble Partners, and myself thus pray All comfort, joy in this most gracious Lady, Heaven ever laid up to make Parents happy, May hourly fall upon ye. Thank you good Lord Archbishop: What is her Name? Elizabeth. Stand up Lord, With this Kiss, take my Blessing: God protect thee, Into whose hand, I give thy Life. Amen. My Noble Gossips, ye have been too Prodigal; I thank ye hearty: So shall this Lady, When she has so much English. Let me speak Sir, For Heaven now bids me; and the words I utter, Let none think Flattery; for they'll find 'em Truth. This Royal Infant, Heaven still move about her; Though in her Cradle; yet now promises Upon this Land a thousand thousand Blessings, Which Time shall bring to ripeness: She shall be, (But few now living can behold that goodness) A Pattern to all Princes living with her, And all that shall succeed: Saba was never More covetous of Wisdom, and fair Virtue Then this pure Soul shall be. All Princely Graces That mould up such a mighty Piece as this is, With all the Virtues that attend the good, Shall still be doubled on her. Truth shall Nurse her, Holy and Heavenly thoughts still Counsel her: She shall be loved and feared. Her own shall bless her; Her Foes shake like a Field of beaten Corn, And hang their heads with sorrow: Good grows with her. In her days, Every Man shall eat in safety,
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Mercy o' me: what a Multitude are heere? They grow ſtill too; from all Parts they are comming, As if we kept a Faire heere? Where are theſe Porters? Theſe lazy knaues? Y' haue made a fine hand fellowes? Theres a trim rabble let in: are all theſe Your faithfull friends o' th' Suburbs? We ſhall haue Great ſtore of roome no doubt, left for the Ladies, When they paſſe backe from the Chriſtening? And't pleaſe your Honour, We are but men; and what ſo many may doe, Not being torne a pieces, we haue done: An Army cannot rule 'em. As I liue, If the King blame me for't; Ile lay ye all By th' heeles, and ſodainly: and on your heads Clap round Fines for neglect: y' are lazy knaues, And heere ye lye baiting of Bombards, when Ye ſhould doe Seruice. Harke the Trumpets ſound, Th' are come already from the Chriſtening, Go breake among the preaſſe, and finde away out To let the Troope paſſe fairely; or Ile finde A Marſhallſey, ſhall hold ye play theſe two Monthes. Make way there, for the Princeſſe. You great fellow, Stand cloſe vp, or Ile make your head ake. You i' th' Chamblet, get vp o' th' raile, Ile pecke you o're the pales eſſe. Heauen From thy endleſſe goodneſſe, ſend proſperous life, Long and euer happie, to the high and Mighty Princeſſe of England Elizabeth. And to your Royall Grace, & the good Queen, My Noble Partners, and my ſelfe thus pray All comfort, ioy in this moſt gracious Lady, Heauen euer laid vp to make Parents happy, May hourely fall vpon ye. Thanke you good Lord Archbiſhop: What is her Name? Elizabeth. Stand vp Lord, With this Kiſſe, take my Bleſſing: God protect thee, Into whoſe hand, I giue thy Life. Amen. My Noble Goſſips, y' haue beene too Prodigall; I thanke ye heartily: So ſhall this Lady, When ſhe ha's ſo much Engliſh. Let me ſpeake Sir, For Heauen now bids me; and the words I vtter, Let none thinke Flattery; for they'l finde 'em Truth. This Royall Infant, Heauen ſtill moue about her; Though in her Cradle; yet now promiſes Vpon this Land a thouſand thouſand Bleſſings, Which Time ſhall bring to ripeneſſe: She ſhall be, (But few now liuing can behold that goodneſſe) A Patterne to all Princes liuing with her, And all that ſhall ſucceed: Saba was neuer More couetous of Wiſedome, and faire Vertue Then this pure Soule ſhall be. All Princely Graces That mould vp ſuch a mighty Piece as this is, With all the Vertues that attend the good, Shall ſtill be doubled on her. Truth ſhall Nurſe her, Holy and Heauenly thoughts ſtill Counſell her: She ſhall be lou'd and fear'd. Her owne ſhall bleſſe her; Her Foes ſhake like a Field of beaten Corne, And hang their heads with ſorrow: Good growes with her. In her dayes, Euery Man ſhall eate in ſafety,