Penny Dreadfuls, 1602 · page 151 of 400
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# Analysis of Page 127, "Albions England" This is a page of running prose poetry, printed in early modern English typeface. The text appears to be a narrative verse account of Irish history, describing a Norman ruler who became "sole Monarch of the Irish Kingdoms," erected paganism, and tyrannized the land for thirty years. The passage goes on to detail a vice-roy's request to a king regarding the king's daughter and nieces, with suggestive language about their beauty and availability. The scene concludes with reference to an Irish princess and fifteen other women, hinting at dramatic action to follow. The page is densely printed verse with marginal brackets indicating poetic structure.
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ee KLBIONS ENGLAND. This Lis frou’ whines Rouer fo = aides andarmes didthriue, Ashe became fole Monarke of the Irifh Kingdomesfiue, =. Erecting Paganifine,and did eiedt the Chriftian lawe, . And thirtie yeeres,tyrannizing,did keepe that Ile in awe, Nor any hope of after-helpe the hartlefle Irith fawe. _ Alone the wylie King of uteth(a Prothew plying fauor) ee Stood inthe Tyrants grace,that much affected his behauor: ae For what he faid that other foothde,fo ecco’ ing his vaine,, wae As not an Irith els but he a pettie King did raigne, i Ture (ida friends that Vice-roy,for his daughters loue the rather, And therefore for his Leiman askt the Damfell of her Father. It wotI whatthey know that lone,wellwotI that [know _ That that browne Girle of mine lackes worth to be beloued fo. Da I haue amany Neeces farre more fairer then-is {he,. e Yeat thinke I faireft of thofe faires vaworthy you,quoth he, But fhe and they are yours,my Lord, fuch Beauties as they be, _ This Preface likte the Tyrant well that longed for the play, Not well contented that fo long the Actors were away,. Oft iterating his demaund, inpatient of delay. Spe -Nowhauel squoth the King of CVeth,conuented to.your bed : My Neeces,and my danghter, loath toloofeher Maidenhead: | Butdoubt not, Sir, coy VVenchesclofe theirlongingsintheirpalmes, Andall theit painted Stormes atlengthconuertto perfe&@ Calmes; © Alonely,if their beauties like (as likelier haue we none) Ata ae You may conclude them women,and the Goale therefore your owne: a To morrow,fevered from your Traine,valeffe fomefpeciallfew, 6 Expect them i in your chamber,where I leanethe gametoyou:. . - Yeat when your eye hath ferude your heart of her that likes youbeft, ’ Remember they are mine Alies,vntoucht difmiffle the reft. — - Sweete alfo wasthis Scene,and now vato an Act we groe:; . The Jrifh Princefie,and with hera fifteene others moe, With haging Glybbes that. hid their necks as ty nfel fhadowi ing cia ; wm Se if Whofg es ; ace wk - {e ‘ ar’ oe | | Eomicbooks.cc