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 0.77 · 500 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T0: duke, lord, duchess, love, court, madam, prince, honour, grace, lady.
Help, and lead me thither, now lay the Child down Berty. Go gather sticks, to help to make a fire, More plagues my sins do merit year by year, But these, good heavens, are more than I can bear. Alas, alas, this is a homely place, To bring a Princess of such state to bed, A wide Church-porch, is made her bedchamber, And the cold stones her couch, here are no curtains, But the bleak Winds, could Clouds and storms of hayle, And they begird her round, heaven for thy mercy, This poor distressed Princes shield and save, Whose cold head lies upon some dead man's grave, Here comes the Sexton, I will speak to him, It may be, he may help us to relief. God's sacrament vat maukt ye dare. Patience good sir. Vat bedlers in den kerke, looped hence strax. Uncivil fellow, what thou speakest, I know not, But thy ill meaning by thy deeds, I guess: Take that to teach thee more civility. Out skellum one hundred thousand devil. Still fortune is against us, this base fellow Will raise some tumult to betray our lives, Yet yonder comes & man of gravity, It may be he can speak the Latin tongue, In that I'll let him understand my grief: Optime & ornatissime vir, audi quaeso. Quis es qui tot clamoribus, & tanta exclamatione, Non modo Divinum Cenatorij locum irreverenter & Orrose occupas, at urbem tam claram civesque & Senatores, Propter etates svas adoratissimas tam flactiose disturbas. Si cum fronte tam generosa cour tuum humanum consentire Videtur, infortunij nostri miserere. Erasmus Roterodamus propter miserias vestras toto cord Dolet, colo perfectiones & virtutes, quas intimo meo animo Complectar, multi pendo. Is this Erasmus borne in Rotterdam, He that so highly loved Sir Thomas More? Portate hanc ad domum Francisci de Rivers alias Perecell Sic domino dominaeque Erasmus Rotero damus omnibus Officijs est observantissimus. Within this town hath Perecell a house, There, by the credit of this learned man, We have got harbour till the month expire, In which her heavy burden may be eased, Good heaven look down upon her misery, Comfort her in her grief, strengthen her weakness, Lay not our woes to wretched Bonners charge, Free her sweet heaven, by thy Almighty hand, That we may once revisit our own land. Now cheer yourself dear sir, here is a time, To breathe a space, this town's a quiet port, From the tempestuous gusts of Bonner's hate. Some refuge I confess, but the distressed duchess, In Childbed torment is a fresh alarum Of new sprung care, I cannot be at quiet, Until her safe delivery be passed. Doubt not of that, the powerfull hand of hea In such extremities is ever strong. Good heaven, when I recount the miseries We have already passed, methinks the lottery Of cruel Fortune, should be quite exhaust, And yet when I record the name of Bonner, With his desire to become great by blood, The greater part of woe seems still behind.
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Helpe, and leade me thither, now lay the Ch downe Ber Goe gather sticks, to helpe to make a fire, More plagues my sinnes doe merit yeere by yeere, But these, good heavens, are more then I can beare. Alas, alas, this is a homely place, To bring a Princesse of such state to bed, A wide Church-porch, is made her bed-chamber, And the cold stones her couch, here are no curtaines, But the bleke Windes, could Clouds and stormes of hay And they begirt her round, heaven for thy mercy, This poore distressed Princes shield and saue, Whose cold head lies vpon some dead mans graue, Heere comes the Sexton, I will speake to him, It may be, he may helpe vs to releife. Gods sacrament vat maukt ye dare. Patience good sir. Vat bedlers in den kerke, loopt hence strax. Vncivell fellow, what thou speakest, I know no▪ But thy ill meaning by thy deeds, I guesse: Take that to teach thee more civillity. Out skellum one hundred towsan divel. Still fortune is against vs, this base fellow Will raise some tumult to betray our liues, Yet yonder comes & man of gravity, It may be he can speake the Latine tongue, In that Ile let him vnderst and my griefe: Optime & ornatissime vir, audi quaeso. Quis es qui tot clamoribus, & tanta exclamatione, Non modo Divinum Cenatorij locum irreverenter & Orrose occupas, at vrbem tam claram cives que & Senatores, Propter etates suas adoratissimas tam flactiose disturbas. Si cum fronte tam generosa cor tuum humanum consentire Videtur, infortunij nostri miserere. Erasmus Roterodamus propter miserias vestras toto corde Dolet, colo perfectiones & virtutes, quas intimo meo animo Complectar, multi pendo. Is this Erasmus borne in Roterdam, He that so highly lou'd Sir Thomas More? Portate hanc ad domum Francisci de Ryvers alias Perecell Sic domino dominae que Erafmus Rotero damus omnibus Officijs est observantissimus. Within this towne hath Perecell a house, There, by the credit of this learned man▪ We haue got harbor till the moneth expire, In which her heavy burthen may be eas'd, Good heaven looke downe vpon her misery, Comfort her in her griefe, strengthen her weakenesse, Lay not our woes to wretched Bonners charge, Free her sweete heaven, by thy Almighty hand, That we may once revisite our owne land. Now cheere your selfe deere sir, here is a time, To breath a space, this towne's a quiet port, From the tempestuous gusts of Bonners hate. Some refuge I confesse, but the distressed Dutch▪ In Child-bed torment is a fresh alarum Of new sprung care, I cannot be at quiet, Vntill her safe deliuery be past. Doubt not of that, the powerfull hand of hea In such extremities is ever strong. Good heaven, when I recount the miseries We haue already past, me thinkes the lottery Of cruell Fortune, should be quite exhaust, And yet when I record the name of Bonner, With his desire to become great by blood, The greater part of woe seemes still behind.