Shakespeare, William / Fletcher, John · published 1623 · first performed or written 1613 [Jun] (Annals) history · King's Men unassigned nearest T14 Royal love, favour and dynastic relation · 498 words
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Under his own Vine what he plants; and sing The merry Songs of Peace to all his Neighbours. God shall be truly known, and those about her, From her shall read the perfect way of Honour, And by those claim their greatness; not by Blood. Nor shall this peace sleep with her: But as when The Bird of Wonder dies, the Maiden Phoenix, Her Ashes new create another Heir, As great in admiration as herself. So shall she leave her Blessedness to One, (When Heaven shall call her from this cloud of darkness) Who, from the sacred Ashes of her Honour Shall Starlike rise, as great in fame as she was, And so stand fixed. Peace, Plenty, Love, Truth, Terror, That were the Servants to this chosen Infant, Shall then be his, and like a Vine grow to him; Where ever the bright Sun of Heaven shall shine, His Honour, and the greatness of his Name, Shall be, and make new Nations. He shall flourish, And like a Mountain Cedar, reach his branches, To all the Plains about him: Our children's Children Shall see this, and bless Heaven. Thou speakest wonders. She shall be to the happiness of England, An aged Princess; many days shall see her, And yet no day without a deed to Crown it. Would I had known no more: But she must dye, She must, the Saints must have her; yet a Virgin, A most unspotted Lily shall she pass To th' ground, and all the World shall mourn her. O Lord Archbishop Thou hast made me now a man, never before This happy Child, did I get any thing. This Oracle of comfort, has so pleased me, That when I am in Heaven, I shall desire To see what this Child does, and praise my Maker. I thank ye all. To you my good Lord Mayor, And you good Brethren, I am much beholding: I have received much Honour by your presence, And ye shall find me thankful. Led the way Lords, Ye must all see the Queen, and she must thank ye, She will be sick else. This day, no man think Has business at his house; for all shall stay: This Little-One shall make it Holiday. 'tIs ten to one, this Play can never please All that are here: Some come to take their case, And sleep an Act or two; but those we fear W' have frighted with our Tumpets: so 'tis clear, They'll say 'tis naught. Others to hear the City Abused extremely, and to cry that's witty, Which we have not done neither; that I fear All the expected good w' are like to hear. For this Play at this time, is only in The merciful construction of good women, For such a one we showed 'em: If they smile, And say 'twill do; I know within a while, All the best men are ours; for 'tis ill hap, If they hold, when their Ladies bid 'em clap.
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Vnder hs owne Vine what he plants; and ſing The merry Songs of Peace to all his Neighbours. God ſhall be truely knowne, and thoſe about her, From her ſhall read the perfect way of Honour, And by thoſe claime their greatneſſe; not by Blood. Nor ſhall this peace ſleepe with her: But as when The Bird of Wonder dyes, the Mayden Phoenix, Her Aſhes new create another Heyre, As great in admiration as her ſelfe. So ſhall ſhe leaue her Bleſſedneſſe to One, (When Heauen ſhal call her from this clowd of darknes) Who, from the ſacred Aſhes of her Honour Shall Star-like riſe, as great in fame as ſhe was, And ſo ſtand fix'd. Peace, Plenty, Loue, Truth, Terror, That were the Seruants to this choſen Infant, Shall then be his, and like a Vine grow to him; Where euer the bright Sunne of Heauen ſhall ſhine, His Honour, and the greatneſſe of his Name, Shall be, and make new Nations. He ſhall flouriſh, And like a Mountaine Cedar, reach his branches, To all the Plaines about him: Our Childrens Children Shall ſee this, and bleſſe Heauen. Thou ſpeakeſt wonders. She ſhall be to the happineſſe of England, An aged Princeſſe; many dayes ſhall ſee her, And yet no day without a deed to Crowne it. Would I had knowne no more: But ſhe muſt dye, She muſt, the Saints muſt haue her; yet a Virgin, A moſt vnſpotted Lilly ſhall ſhe paſſe To th' ground, and all the World ſhall mourne her. O Lord Archbiſhop Thou haſt made me now a man, neuer before This happy Child, did I get any thing. This Oracle of comfort, ha's ſo pleas'd me, That when I am in Heauen, I ſhall deſire To ſee what this Child does, and praiſe my Maker. I thanke ye all. To you my good Lord Maior, And you good Brethren, I am much beholding: I haue receiu'd much Honour by your preſence, And ye ſhall find me thankfull. Lead the way Lords, Ye muſt all ſee the Queene, and ſhe muſt thanke ye, She will be ſicke els. This day, no man thinke 'Has buſineſſe at his houſe; for all ſhall ſtay: This Little-One ſhall make it Holy-day. TIs ten to one, this Play can neuer pleaſe All that are heere: Some come to take their caſe, And ſleepe an Act or two; but thoſe we feare W' haue frighted with our Tumpets: ſo 'tis cleare, They'l ſay tis naught. Others to heare the City Abus'd extreamly, and to cry that's witty, Which wee haue not done neither; that I feare All the expected good w' are like to heare. For this Play at this time, is onely in The mercifull conſtruction of good women, For ſuch a one we ſhew'd em: If they ſmile, And ſay twill doe; I know within a while, All the beſt men are ours; for 'tis ill hap, If they hold, when their Ladies bid 'em clap.