Preston, Thomas · published 1570 · first performed or written 1561 [c.1558-1569] (Annals) tragedy unassigned nearest T38 Death, parting and grief at court · 501 words
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These words to hear makes stilling tears, issue from Crystal eyes What dost thou mean my spouse to weep, for loss of any prize Not, not (O King) but as you see, friendship in brother's whelp: When one was like to have repulse, the other yielded help. And was this favour showed in dogs to shame of royal king: Alack I wish these ears of mine, had not once heard this thing Even so should you (O mighty King) to brother been a stay: And not without offence to you, in such wise him to slay. In all assays it was your part, his cause to have defended: And who so ever had him misused, to have them reprehended. But faithful love was more in Dog, than it was in your grace: O cursed caitiff vicious vile, I hate thee in this place. This banquet it is an end, take all these things away: Before my face thou shalt repent, the words that thou dost say O wretch most vile, didst thou the cause of brother mine so tender: The loss of him should grieve thy heart, he being none offender It did me good his death to have, so will it to have thine: What friendship he had at my hands, the same even that shalt find I give consent and make a vow, that thou shalt die the death: By Cruels sword & Murder fell, even thou shalt die the breath. Ambidexter, see with speed, to Cruelty ye go: 'Cause him hither to approach, Murder with him also. I ready am for to fulfil, if that it be your graces wil. Then naught oblight my message given, absent thyself away: Then in this place, I will no longer stay: If that I durst, I would mourn your case: But alas, I dare not for fear of his grace. Thou cursed jil, by all the Gods, I take an oath and sweet: that flesh of thine these hands of mine, in pieces small could tere. But thou shalt die by dent of sword, there is no friend ne f ee: Shall find remorse at Prince's hand, to save the life of thee. O mightle King & husband mine, vouchsafe to here me speak: And licence give to spouse of thine, her patiented mind to break. For tender love unto your grace, my words I did so frame: For pure love doth heart of king, me violate and blame. And to your grace is this offence, that I should purchase death: Then cursed time that I was Queen, to shorten this my breath. your grace doth know by marriage true, I am your wife & spouse And one to save another's health (at troth plight) made our vows Therefore O king let loving Queen, at thy hand find remorse Let pity be a mean to quench, that cruel raging force. And pardon plight from prince's mouth, yield grace unto your queen: That amity with faithful zeal, may ever be us between.
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Theſe woords to hear makes ſtilling teares, iſſue from Chriſtal eyes What dooſt thou meane my ſpouſe to wéep, for loſſe of any priſe No, no (O King) but as you ſee, fréendſhip in brothers whelp: When one was like to haue repulſe, the other yéelded help. And was this fauour ſhowd in dogs to ſhame of royall king: Alack I wiſh theſe eares of mine, had not once heard this thing Euen ſo ſhould you (O mightie King) to brother béen a ſtay: And not without offence to you, in ſuch wiſe him to ſlay. In all aſſayes it was your parte, his cauſe to haue defended: And who ſo euer had him miſuſed, to haue them reprehended. But faithful looue was more in Dog, then it was in your grace: O curſed caitiue vicious vile, I hate thée in this place. This banquit it is an end, take all theſe things away: Before my face thou ſhalt repent, the woords that thou dooſt ſay O wretch moſte vile, didſt yu the cauſe of brother mine ſo tēder: The loſſe of him ſhould gréeue thy hart, he beeing none offender It did me good his death to haue, ſo wil it to haue thine: What freendſhip he had at my hands, ye ſame euen yt ſhalt finde I giue conſent and make a vow, that thou ſhalt dye the death: By Cruels ſwoord & Murder fel, euen thou ſhalt dye the breth. Ambidexter, ſee with ſpéed, to Crueltie ye go: Cauſe him hether to approch, Murder with him alſo. I redy am for to fulfil, if that it be your graces wil. Then nought oblight my meſſage giuen, abſent thy ſelf away: Then in this place, I wil no longer ſtay: If that I durſt, I would mourne your caſe: But alas, I dare not for feare of his grace. Thou curſed Iil, by all the Gods, I take an othe and ſwete: that fleſh of thine theſe hāds of mine, in péeces ſmall could tere. But thou ſhalt dye by dent of ſwoord, there is no fréend ne f ee: Shall finde remorce at Princes hand, to ſaue the life of thee. Oh mightle King & huſband mine, vouchſafe to héer me ſpeke: And licence giue to ſpouſe of thine, her patient minde to breke. For tender looue vnto your grace, my woords I did ſo frame: For pure looue dooth hart of king, me violate and blame. And to your grace is this offence, that I ſhould purchaſe death: Then curſed time that I was Quéen, to ſhorten this my breth. your grace doth know by mariage true, I am your wife & ſpouſe And one to ſaue āothers helth (at troth plight) made our vowes Therfore O king let loouing Quéen, at thy hand finde remorſe Let pie be a meane to quench, that cruel raging force. And pardon plight from princes mouth, yéeld grace vnto your queen: That amitie wt faithful zeal, may euer be vs betwéen.