Whetstone, George · published 1578 · first performed or written 1578 [1576-1579] (Annals) comedy · Unacted unassigned nearest T11 Siblings, kin and confidants · 533 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T11: sister, brother, love, friend, heart, father, mother, woman, lord, hear.
Bind her to the Peace Sir, So may your Worship be out of danger. Bring her away, I know how to tame her. Perhaps Sir, no: the worst is but shame her. Come ye drab. How now scab? bands of my Gown. Care not for this, use have a blue one soon. Unhappy Wench, the more I seek, for to abandon grief, The further off, I wretched find, both comfort and relief. My Brother first, for wanton faults, condemned was to die: To save whose life, my suit, wrought hope of Grace, but hapless I By such request, my honour spoiled, and gained not his breath: For which deceit, I have pursued, Lord Promos unto death. Who is my Husband now become, it pleased our Sovereign so, For to repair, my crazed Fame: but that now works my wo. This day, he must (o) lose his head, my Brother's death to quite, And therein Fortune hath alas, shown me her greatest spite. Nature wild me, my Brother love, now duty commands me, To prefer before kin, or friend, my Husband's safety. But O, ay me, by Fortune, I, am made his chiefest foe: 'Twas I als, even only I that wrought his overthrow. What shall I do, to work amendss, for this my heinous deed? The time is short, my power small, his succours asketh speed. And shall I seek, to save his blood, that lately sought his life? O, yea I than was sworn his foe: but now as faithful Wife, I must and will, prefer his health, God send me good success: For now unto the King I will, my changed mind to express. Was ever man, set more fréer than I? First went my goods, than my Office did fly? But had the King, set me free from flattery, The next dear year, I might have starved, perdie. But Lord Promos, hath a far more fréer chance: He free from Lands, goods, and Office doth dance: And shallbe free from life, ere long, with a Lance. The Officers, and chief men of Iulio: Vengeance liberal, themselves likewise shoe. Poor knaves, and queans, that up and down do go, These horesen kind crusts, in houses bestoe. But yet, poor cheer, they have: marry for heat, They whip them, until very blood they sweat. But see, their cost bestowed of fine Lamia, To save her feet, from hard stones, and cold way, Into a Cart, they did the quean convey. appareled, in colours very gay: Both Hood, and Gown, of green, and yellow Say. Her Guard wear Typstaves, all in blue array. Before her a noise of Basins did play. In this triumph, she rid well nigh a day. Fie, fie, the City is so purged now: As they of none, but honest men allow, So that farewell my part, of thriving there: But the best is, flatterers live every where. Set cock on hoop, Domini est terra. If thou can not where thou wouldst, live where thou may. Yes, yes Phallax, knoweth whether to go: Now, Good bye ye all, bonest men of Iulio As the devils likes, the company of Friars, So flatterers loves as life, to join with liars.
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Binde hir to the Peace Syr, So maye your Worſhip be out of daunger. Bring hir awaye, I knowe howe to tame hir. Perhaps Syr, no: the worſt is but ſhame hir. Come ye drab. Howe nowe ſcab? bandes of my Gowne. Care not for this, yuſe haue a blew one ſoone. Vnhappy Wench, the more I ſéeke, for to abandone griefe, The furder off, I wretched finde, both comfort and reliefe. My Brother firſt, for wanton faultes, condempned was to dye: To ſaue whoſe life, my ſute, wrought hope of Grace, but haples I. By ſuch requeſt, my honor ſpoyld, and gayned not his breath: For which deceyte, I haue purſude, Lorde Promos vnto death. Who is my Huſbande nowe become, it pleaſd our Soueraigne ſo, For to repayre, my craſed Fame: but that nowe workes my wo. This day, he muſt (oh) léeſe his head, my Brothers death to quite, And therin Fortune hath alas, ſhowne me hir greateſt ſpyte. Nature wyld mée, my Brother loue, now dutie commaunds mée, To preferre before kyn, or friend, my Huſbands ſafetie. But O, aye mée, by Fortune, I, am made his chiefeſt foe: T'was I als, euen onely I. that wrought his ouerthroe. What ſhall I doo, to worke amends, for this my haynous déede? The tyme is ſhort, my power ſmall, his ſuccors axeth ſpéede. And ſhall I ſéeke, to ſaue his blood, that lately ſought his lyfe? O, yea I then was ſworne his foe: but nowe as faithfull Wife, I muſt and wyll, preferre his health, God ſende me good ſucceſſe: For nowe vnto the King I wyll, my chaunged minde to expreſſe. Was euer man, ſet more fréer then I? Firſt went my goodes, then my Office dyd flye? But had the King, ſet me frée from flattrie, The next deare yeare, I might haue ſtaru'd, perdie. But Lorde Promos, hath a farre more fréer chaunce: He free from Landes, goodes, and Office doth daunce: And ſhalbe free from life, ere long, with a Launce. The Officers, and chiefe men of Iulio: Vengeaunce lyberall, themſelues lykewiſe ſhoe. Poore knaues, and queanes, that vp and downe do goe, Theſe horeſen kinde cruſtes, in houſes beſtoe. But yet, poore chéere, they haue: marry for heate, They whyp them, vntyll verie blood they ſweate. But ſee, their coſt beſtowde of fyne Lamia, To ſaue hir féete, from harde ſtones, and colde waye, Into a Carte, they dyd the queane conuaye. Apparelled, in collours verie gaye: Both Hoode, and Gowne, of greene, and yellowe Saye. Hir Garde weare Typſtaues, all in blewe arraye. Before hir a noyſe of Baſons dyd playe. In this triumphe, ſhe ryd well nye a daye. Fie, fie, the Citie is ſo purged nowe: As they of none, but honeſt men allowe, So that farewell my parte, of thriuing there: But the beſt is, flattrers lyue euerie where. Set cocke on hoope, Domini est terra. If thou can not where thou wouldſt, lyue where thou maye. Yes, yes Phallax, knoweth whether to go: Nowe, God bwy ye all, boneſt men of Iulio As the Deuilles lykes, the company of Friers, So flattrers loues as lyfe, to ioyne with lyers.