Preston, Thomas · published 1570 · first performed or written 1561 [c.1558-1569] (Annals) tragedy unassigned nearest T38 Death, parting and grief at court · 534 words
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O blissful babe, O joy of womb, heart's comfort and delight: For Council given unto the King, is this thy just requite? O heavy day and doleful time, these mourning tunes to make With blubbered eyes into mine arms, from earth I will thee take. And wrap thee in mine apron white, but o my heavy heart: The spiteful pangs that it sustains, would make it in two to part. The death of this my Son to see, O heavy mother now? That from thy sweet and sugared joy, to sorrow so shouldst bow, What grief in womb did I retain, before I did thee see? Yet at the last when smart was gone, what joy wert thou to me How tender was I of thy food, for to preserve thy state? How stilled I thy tender heart, at times early and late? With velvet Papꝭ I gave thee suck with issue from my breast: And danced thee, upon my knee, to bring thee unto rest. Is this the joy of thee I reap (O king) of Tiger's brood? O tigers whelp hadst thou the heart, to see this child's heart blood? Nature enforceth me alas, in this wise to deplore: To wring my hands O weal away, that I should see this hour. Thy mother yet will kiss thy lips, silk soft and pleasant white: With wring hands, lamenting for to see thee in this plight. My Lording deer let us go home, our mourning to augment: My Lady dear with heavy heart, to it I do consent. Between us both the child to bear unto our lordly place, Exeunt In deed as ye say I have been absent a long space. But is not my cousin Cutpurse, w you in the mean time? To it, to it Cousin and do your office fine. How like you Sisamnes for using of me? He played with both hands, but he sped il favouredly. The King himself was godly up trained: He professed virtue, but I think it was feigned. He plays with both hands good deeds and ill: But it was no good deed, Praxaspes son for to kill. As he for the good deed, on the judge was commended: For all his deeds else he is reprehended. The most evil disposed person, that ever was: All the state of his life he would not let pass. Some good deeds he will do, though they be but few: The like things this tyrant Cambices doth show. No goodness from him, to none is exhibited: But still malediction, abroad is distributed. And yet ye shall see in the rest of his race: What infamy he will work against his own grace. Whist, no more words here comes the king's brother. The King's brother by birth am I, issued from Cirus loins: A grief to me it is to hear, of this the kings repines. I like not well of those his deeds, that he doth still frequent: I wish to God that other ways, his mind he could content. Yung I am and next to him, no more of us there be: I would be glad a quiet Realm in this his reign to see.
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O bliſful babe, O ioy of womb, harts comfort and delight: For Councel giuen vnto the King, is this thy iuſt requite? O heuy day and doleful time, theſe mourning tunes to make With blubred eyes into mine armes, frō earth I wil thee take. And wrap thée in mine apron white, but oh my heuy hart: The ſpightful pangs yt it ſuſtains, wold make it in two to part. The death of this my Sonne to ſée, O heuy mother now? That from thy ſwéet and ſugred ioy, to ſorow ſo ſhouldſt bow, What gréef in womb did I retain, before I did thée ſée? Yet at ye laſt when ſmart was gone, what ioy wert thou to mée How tender was I of thy food, for to preſerue thy ſtate? How ſtilled I thy tender hart, at times earely and late? With veluet Papꝭ I gaue thée ſuck with iſſue from my breſt: And daunced thée, vpon my knee, to bring thée vnto reſt. Is this the ioy of thée I reap (O king) of Tigers brood? Oh tigers whelp hadſt thou ye hart, to ſée this childes hart blood? Nature inforſeth me alas, in this wiſe to deplore: To wring my hāds O wele away, that I ſhould ſée this houre. Thy mother yet wil kiſſe thy lips, ſilk ſoft and pleaſant white: With wringing hands, lamenting for to ſée thee in this plight. My Lording deer let vs go home, our mourning to augment: My Lady déer with heuy hart, to it I doo conſent. Betwéen vs bothe ye childe to bere vnto our lordly place, Exeūt In déed as ye ſay I haue béen abſent a long ſpace. But is not my coſin Cutpurſe, wc you in ye mene time? To it, to it Coſin and doo your office fine. How like you Siſamnes for vſing of me? He plaid with bothe hands, but he ſped il fauouredly. The King him ſelf was godly vp trained: He profeſſed vertue, but I think it was fained. He playes with bothe hands good déeds and il: But it was no good déed, Praxaſpes ſonne for to kil. As he for the good déed, on the Iudge was commended: For all his déeds els he is reprehended. The moſte euil diſpoſed perſon, that euer was: All the ſtate of his life he would not let paſſe. Some good déeds he wil doo, though they be but few: The like things this tirant Cambices dooth ſhew. No goodnes from him, to none is exhibited: But ſtil malediction, abrode is diſtributed. And yet ye ſhall ſée in the reſt of his race: What infamy he wil woork againſt his owne grace. Whiſt, no more woords héer comes the kings brother. The Kings brother by birth am I, iſſued from Cirus loynes: A gréef to me it is to hear, of this the kings repines. I like not wel of thoſe his déeds, that he dooth ſtil frequent: I wiſh to God that other waies, his minde he could content. Yung I am and next to him, no mo of vs there be: I would be glad a quiet Realme in this his reign to ſée.