I also have a script for a dating game featuring elizabeth!
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On May 24, 2010, at 11:48 AM, Mike Godwin <mnemonic(a)gmail.com> wrote:
These two pieces have always struck me as somehow
belonging
together, like two points through which one can draw the straight
line of a character.
--Mike
Elizabeth's speech to the troops at Tilbury:
My loving people,
We have been persuaded by some that are careful of our safety,
to take heed how we commit our selves to armed multitudes, for fear
of treachery; but I assure you I do not desire to live to distrust
my faithful and loving people. Let tyrants fear, I have always so
behaved myself that, under God, I have placed my chiefest strength
and safeguard in the loyal hearts and good-will of my subjects; and
therefore I am come amongst you, as you see, at this time, not for
my recreation and disport, but being resolved, in the midst and heat
of the battle, to live and die amongst you all; to lay down for my
God, and for my kingdom, and my people, my honour and my blood, even
in the dust. I know I have the body but of a weak and feeble woman;
but I have the heart and stomach of a king, and of a king of England
too, and think foul scorn that Parma or Spain, or any prince of
Europe, should dare to invade the borders of my realm; to which
rather than any dishonour shall grow by me, I myself will take up
arms, I myself will be your general, judge, and rewarder of every
one of your virtues in the field. I know already, for your
forwardness you have deserved rewards and crowns; and We do assure
you in the word of a prince, they shall be duly paid you. In the
mean time, my lieutenant general shall be in my stead, than whom
never prince commanded a more noble or worthy subject; not doubting
but by your obedience to my general, by your concord in the camp,
and your valour in the field, we shall shortly have a famous victory
over those enemies of my God, of my kingdom, and of my people.
Elizabeth's sonnet: On Monsieur's Departure
I grieve and dare not show my discontent,
I love and yet am forced to seem to hate,
I do, yet dare not say I ever meant,
I seem stark mute but inwardly do prate.
I am and not, I freeze and yet am burned,
Since from myself another self I turned.
My care is like my shadow in the sun,
Follows me flying, flies when I pursue it,
Stands and lies by me, doth what I have done.
His too familiar care doth make me rue it.
No means I find to rid him from my breast,
Till by the end of things it be supprest.
Some gentler passion slide into my mind,
For I am soft and made of melting snow;
Or be more cruel, love, and so be kind.
Let me or float or sink, be high or low.
Or let me live with some more sweet content,
Or die and so forget what love ere meant.
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