Drue, Thomas · published 1631 · first performed or written 1624 [licensed for stage, Jan 2] (Annals) history · Prince Palatine's (Palsgrave's) Men T0 Court life: dukes, favour and honour typicality 0.83 · 448 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T0: duke, lord, duchess, love, court, madam, prince, honour, grace, lady.
KNights, Gentlemen, and Yeomen, attend her grace's service; she'll abroad. Be uncovered Gentlemen. Rome there, back Beggars. Bertie, deal mine Alms. Pray for the Duchess, friends. Heavens preserve your Grace. What sayest thou? from my King? I kiss his lines, As humbly as my infant penitence, When due correction threatened mine offence: I may entreat the Palatine with grace, All courtesy and favours, for my sovereign's sake, I will present him with smooth countenance, But for the point here touching Marriage, Beseech my Prince of pardon, since, as yet, My Widow's tears are scarce wiped from my cheek, Touching the business, about Sir Roger Willowbie, My dear near kinsman, I'll not return You empty handed back, but send His highness Parram Lordship to dispose, And thank his gracious providence for him. Return my salutations on my knee, And say my whole possessions are all his, Berty reward his pains, On; Stay, and know the reason of that guard, How? give mine eyes the fullness of their wish, screen not my joys, I pray stand all aside, My Gossip Gardner led unto the Tower, 'tis pity, nay man leave your courtesy, My passion has no tears to answer you, Truth now I hope hath got a holiday, The tyrant Wolf in hold, the Lambs may play, Forward to Sussex house in Barnisby street: More objects yet of comfort? what is he? Bonner commanded to the Martialsie. Faggots will then grow cheap, they say, my Lord, That you have bought up all our firewood, To send us in a shining flame to heaven, But Bertie, see how lean has study made him, And his care with sweating in repress of errors, An Ell will hardly girdle his lean waist. Sands, I'll defer your welcome yet from Cambridge, To show you here a precedent of zeal. Madam these scorns live not with charity, My conscience is content to bear this cross. And mine as well content that thou shouldst bear it, think'st thou I will disburden thy content, Good man thou art deceived, my charity Shuts up the doors against thy misery, I tell thee, all my sorrows are dried up, With this sweet breath of comfort, to see thee, Infranchise truth by thy captivity. Time flatters you awhile, heaven has a power, Can change the White to Sable in an hour, My wealthier thoughts, yet tell me I shall live, these scorns to quittance, your free heart to grieve, For time is rich in ransom, she may raise, the scorned and captived Bonner, ware those days. If England's sin deserves that curse again, Doubtless my life the truth should still maintain. The grace of heaven make strong that your resolue.
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KNights, Gentlemen, and Yeomen, attend her Graces seruice; sheele abroad. Be vncoverd Gentelmen. Rome there, backe Beggers. Bertie, deale mine Almes. Pray for the Dutches, friends. Heavens preserue your Grace. What saiest thou? from my King? I kisse his As humbly as my infant penitence, When due correction threatned mine offence: I may intreat the Palatine with grace, All curtesie and favours, for my Soveraignes sake, I will present him with smooth countenance, But for the poynt heere touching Marriage, Beseech my Prince of pardon, since, as yet, My Widdowes teares are scarce wipt from my cheeke, Touching the businesse, boute Sir Roger Willowbie, My deere neere kinseman, Ile not returne You empty handed backe, but send His highnesse Parram Lordship to dispose, And thanke his gratious providence for him. Returne my salutations on my knee, And say my whole possessions are all his, Berty reward his paines, On; Stay, and know the reason of that guard, How? giue mine eyes the fulnesse of their wish, Skreene not my Ioyes, I pray stand all aside, My Gossip Gardner led vnto the Tower, Tis pitty, nay man leaue your curtesie, My passion has no teares to answer you, Truth now I hope hath got a holliday, The tyrant Wolfe in hould, the Lambes may play, Forward to Sussex house in Barnisby street: More obiects yet of comfort? what is he? Bonner commanded to the Martial sie. Fagots will then grow cheape, they say, my Lord, That you haue bought vp all our fire-wood, To send vs in a shining flame to heauen, But Bertie, see how leane has studdy made him, And his care with sweating in represse of errors, An Ell will hardly girdle his leane wast. Sands, Ile defer your welcome yet from Cambridge, To shew you heere a president of zeale. Madam scornes liue not with charity, My conscience is contnt to beare this crosse. And mine as well content that thou should'st beare it, think'st thou I will disburthen thy content, Good man thou art deceiv'd, my charity Shuts vp the doores against thy misery, I tell thee, all my sorrowes are dried vp, With this sweete breath of comfort, to see thee, Infranchise truth by thy captivity. Time flaters you awhile, heaven has a power, Can change the White to Sable in an houre, My welthier thoughts, yet tell me I shall liue, these scornes to quittance, your free heart to greeue, For time is rich in ransome, she may rayse, the scorn'd and captiv'd Bonner, ware those dayes. If Englands sinne deserues that curse againe, Doubtlesse my life the truth should still maintaine. The grace of heaven make strong that your resolue