The Three Lords and Three Ladies of London · chunk 41 of 41
Wilson, Robert · published 1590 · first performed or written 1588 [1588-1590] (Annals) moral · Queen Elizabeth's Men (?) unassigned nearest T47 Knaves, thieves and bawds · 476 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T47: knave, rogue, money, knaves, thief, rogues, pray, whore, nichol, book.
That his punishment may please thee the better, thou shalt punish him thyself: he shall be bound fast to yon post, and thou shalt be blindfold, and with thy torch shalt run as it were at tilt, charging thy light against his lips, and so (if thou canst) burn out his tongue, that it never speak more guile. O Singulariter Nominativo, wise Lord pleasure: Genetivo bind him to that post, Dativo, give me my torch, Accusat. For I say he's a cozener. Vocat. O give me room to run at him. Ablat. take and blind me. Pluraliter, per omnes casus. Laugh all you to see me in my choler adust to burn and to broil that false Fraud to dust. Wisely performed, but soft sirs, where is Fraud? O noble villain, gone whiles we beheld the other: Who loosed him? Who let him slip? well, one day he will pay for all: unblind Simplicity. How now, Have I beated his lips? have I warmed his nose? and scorched his face? Let me see, how looks the villain? Have I burned him? Thou hast done more, for thou hast quite consumed him into nothing, look, here is no sign of him, no not so much as his ashes. Very few ashes if there be any, ye may see what a hot thing anger is, I think that the Torch did not waste him so much as my wrath: well, all London, nay, all England is beholding to me, for putting Fraud out of this world, I have consumed him & brought him to nothing & I'll tread his ashes under my feet, that no more Frauds shall ever spring of them: But let me see, I shall have much anger, for the Tanners will miss him in their leather, the Tailors in cutting out of garments, the Shoemaker in closing, the Tapsters in filling pots, and the very oystermen to mingle their oysters at Billingsgate, yet it is no matter the world is well rid of such a crafty knave. Well now thou art satisfied, I wish all here as well contented, And we my Lords that praise this happy day, Fall we on knees and humbly let us pray. First that from heaven upon our gracious Queen, All manner blessings may be multiplied, That as her reign most prosperous hath been, During world's length so may it still abide, And after that with saints be glorified Lord grant her here health, hearts-ease, joy and mirth. And heaven at last, after long life on earth. Her counsel wise, and Nobles of this land Bless, and preserve O Lord with thy right hand. On all the rest that in this Land do dwell, Chiefly in London, Lord pour down thy grace, Who living in thy fear and dying well, In heaven with Angels they may have a place.
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That his punishment may please thee the better, thou shalt punish him thy selfe: he shall be bound fast to yen post, and thou shalt bee blindfold, and with thy torch shalt run as it were at tilt, charging thy light against his lips, and so (if thou canst) burne out his tongue, that it neuer speake more guile. O Singulariter Nominatiuo, wise Lord pleasure: Genetiuo bind him to that poste, Datiuo, giue me my torch, Accusat. For I say he's a cosoner. Vocat. O giue me roome to run at him. Ablat. take and blind me. Pluraliter, per omnes casus. Laugh all you to see mee in my choller adust to burne and to broile that false Fraud to dust. Wisely perfourm'd, but soft sirs, where is Fraud? O noble villaine, gone whiles we beheld the other: Who loosed him? Who let him slip? wel, one day he wil pay for all: vnblind Simplicity. How now, Haue I beated his lips? haue I warm'd his nose? and scortched his face? Let me see, how lookes the villaine? Haue I burned him? Thou hast done more, for thou hast quite consumed him into nothing, looke, here is no signe of him, no not so much as his ashes. Verie few ashes if there be any, ye may see what a hot thing anger is, I thinke that the Torch did not waste him so much as my wrath: wel, al London, nay, all England is beholding to me, for putting Fraud out of this world, I haue consum'd him & brought him to nothing & Ile tread his ashes vnder my feet, yt no more Frauds shal euer spring of them: But let me sée, I shal haue much anger, for the Tanners wil misse him in their lether, the Tailors in cutting out of garments, the Shoo-maker in closing, the Tapsters in filling pots, and the verie oistermen to mingle their oisters at Billinsgate, yet it is no matter the world is well rid of such a craftie knaue. Well now thou art satisfied, I wish all here as wel contented, And we my Lords that praise this happie day, Fall wee on knees and humbly let vs pray. First that from heauen vpon our gratious Queene, All maner blessings may be multiplied, That as her raigne most prosperous hath bene, During worlds length so may it stil abide, And after that with saintes be glorified· Lord graunt her here health, hearts-ease, ioy and mirth. And heauen at last, after long life on earth. Her counsel wise, and Nobles of this land Blesse, and preserue O Lord with thy right hand. On all the rest that in this Land doo dwell, Chiefly in London, Lord poure downe thy grace, Who liuing in thy feare and dying well, In heauen with Angels they may haue a place.