Rowley, William · published 1638 · first performed or written 1608 [1607-1609] (Annals) romance · Prince Charles's Men (first) · Red Bull unassigned nearest T14 Royal love, favour and dynastic relation · 504 words
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In madness now I care not: For our shoes are made of running leather, And therefore we'll gallop no man knows whether. Farewell Crispin: shalt see my Dame come chasting this away anon, 'Cause we ran away from her: Come fellow Hugh, Thou art so sad now, I prithee be merry. I'll follow straight, although to meet my ruin; The Princess Winifred is doomed to die, And I in death will bear her company. Misery of times when Kings do kill, Not armed by Law to do it, but by will. From these deep woes that my poor Country bears Heaven save the Queen my Mother, Fates are just, And till the thread be spun, none turn to dust. Fie, fie, fie; Heaven for thy pity how am I used today! Here be youths indeed to run away, and leave me in this order. Do I keep one, two, three, four, and five journeymen, Besides Prentices, uprising and down-lying, And do they all bob me of this fashion? How now, art thou there Crispin? that's well: Did you see your fellows? Yes my good Dame; they are all before you. Then I'll have you before me too, but not so far as they are: Fie, fie, see how I sweat with following them: Come sir, though they gave me the slip, you'll not serve me so I hope. Go before, and man me. O my good Dame! How now Crispin, what's the matter Boy? Why are so many Chancery Bills drawn in your face? Now, where sits the wind that you blow so? What ail'st thou? I have ever found you a kind loving Dame, nay, a good Mother Both to myself, and my poor Brother Crispianus. Bless him good Heaven, upon what ground soe'er he tread: He was an honest fellow, and a good servant, And so he shall find, if e'er he come From the wars again. Oh my good dame, I to your ears must now unlock A secret, which, if ere you blab abroad— Never by my Holy dame; Yet I have much ado to keep my own secrets, But I'll keep thine I'll warrant thee. Nay look dame, my life and death lies on it. Let what will lie on't, it shall ne'er be talked of by me. I'll thank ye then; This it is, but you will say nothing? Dost think I am a woman or a beast? Nor be angry with me? Here's ado indeed, Thou hast not got a wench with child haste? You have found my grief, Good dame, indeed I have. Out upon thee Villain. Nay good Dame. Hence you Whoremaster knave, God's my passion, got a wench with child, Thou naughty pack thou hast undone thyself for ever: Precious coals, you are a fine youth indeed, Can you cut out no shoes but of duck's leather, With a wanion? has your Master so little doings, Your tools must be working abroad in a foreigner's shop? Sweet Dame, you swore You would say nothing.
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In madnesse now I care not: For our shooes are made of running lether, And therefore wee'le gallop no man knows whether. Farewell Crispine: shalt see my Dame come chasting this away anon, 'Cause we ran away from her: Come fellow Hugh, Thou art so sad now, I prethee be merry. Ile follow straight, although to meete my ruine; The Princesse Winifred is doom'd to die, And I in death will beare her company. Misery of times when Kings doe kill, Not arm'd by Law to doe it, but by will. From these deepe woes that my poore Countrey beares Heaven save the Queene my Mother, Fates are just, And till the thred be spun, none turne to dust. Fie, fie, fie; Heaven for thy pittie how am I us'd to day! Here be youths indeed to runne away, and leave me in this order. Doe I keepe one, two, three, foure, and five journey-men, Besides Prentises, uprising and downe-lying, And doe they all bob me of this fashion? How now, art thou there Crispine? that's well: Did you see your fellows? Yes my good Dame; they are all before you. Then Ile have you before me too, but not so farre as they are: Fie, fie, see how I sweat with following them: Come sir, though they gave me the slip, you'le not serve me so I hope. Goe before, and man me. O my good Dame! How now Crispine, what's the matter Boy? Why are so many Chancery Bills drawne in your face? Now, where sits the winde that you blow so? What ayl'st thou? I have ever found you a kind loving Dame, nay, a good Mother Both to my selfe, and my poore Brother Crispianus. Blesse him good Heaven, upon what ground soe're he tread: He was an honest fellow, and a good servant, And so he shall finde, if e're he come From the warres agen. Oh my god dame, I to your eares must now unlocke A secret, which, if ere you blab abroad — Never by my Holy dame; Yet I have much adoe to keepe my ownesecrets, But Ile keepe thine Ile warrant thee. Nay looke dame, my life and death lies on it. Let what will lie on't, shall nere be talkt of by me. Ile thanke yee then; This it is, but you will say nothing? Dost thinke I am a woman or a beast? Nor be angry with me? Here's a doe indeede, Thou hast not got a wench with child hast? You have found my griefe, Good dame, indeed I have. Out upon thee Villaine. Nay good Dame. Hence you Whore-master knave, Gods my passion, got a wench with childe, Thou naughty packe thou hast undone thy selfe for ever: Precious coales, you are a fine youth indeed, Can you cut out no shooes but of Ducks leather, With a wanion? has your Master so little doings, Your tooles must be working abroad in a forrainers shop? Sweete Dame, you swore You would say nothing.