Anonymous / Kyd, Thomas / Shakespeare, William / Watson, Thomas · published 1592 · first performed or written 1591 [1588-1592] (Annals) tragedy · Pembroke's Men (?) unassigned nearest T41 Household service: masters, doors and po · 464 words
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ARden cheer up thy spirits and droop no more My gracious Lord the Duke of Somerset; Hath freely given to thee and to thy heirs, By letters patents from his Majesty: All the lands of the Abbey of Feversham. here are the deeds sealed & subscribed with his name and the kings, Read them, and leave this melancholy mood Franklin thy love prolongs my weary life, And but for thee, how odious were this life: That shows me nothing but torments my soul, And those foul objects that offend mine eyes, Which makes me wish that for this vale of Heaven, The earth hung over my heed and covered me. Loue letters passed twixt Mosbie and my Wife, And they have privy meetings in the Town: Nay on his finger did I spy the Ring, Which at our Marriage day the Priest put on, Can any grief be half so great as this? Comfort thyself sweet friend it is not strange, That women will be false and wavering. ay but to dote on such a one as he Is monstrous Franklin, and intolerable. Why, what is he? A Botcher and no better at the first, Who by base brokage, getting some small stock: Crept into service of a noble man: And by his servile flattery and fawning, Is now become the steward of his house, And bravely jets it in his silken gown. No noble man will countenance such a peasant, Yes, the Lord Clifford, he that loves not me, But through his favour let not him grow proud, For were he by the Lord Protector backed, He should not make me to be pointed at, I am by birth a gentleman of blood, And that injurious ribald that attempts, To violate my dear wives chastity, (For dear I hold her love, as dear as heaven) Shall on the bed which he thinks to defile, See his dissevered joints and sinews torn, Whilst on the planchers, pants his weary body, smeared in the channels of his lustful blood. Be patient gentle friend and learn of me, To ease thy grief, and save her chastity: Entreat her fair sweet words are fittest engines To raze the flint walls of a woman's breast: In any case be not too Jealous, Nor make no question of her love to thee, But as securely, presently take horse, And lie with me at London all this term For women when they may, will not, But being kept back, straight grow outrageous. Though this abhors from reason yet i'll try it And call her forth, and presently take leave: How Alice, Husband what mean you to get up so early. Summer nights are short, and yet you rise ere day, Had I been wake you had not rise so soon,
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ARden chéere vp thy spirits and droup no more My gratious Lord ye Duke of Sommerset; Hath frely giuen to thee and to thy heyres, By letters patents from his Maiesty: All the lands of the Abby of Feuershame. Heer are the deedes sealed & subscribed wt his name and the kings, Read them, and leaue this melancholy moode Francklin thy loue prolongs my weary lyfe, And but for thee, how odious were this lyfe: That showes me nothing but torments my soule, And those foule obiects that offend myne eies, Which makes me wish that for this vale of Heauen, The earth hung ouer my heede and couerd mee. Loue letters past twixt Mosbie and my Wyfe, And they haue preuie méetings in the Towne: Nay on his finger did I spy the Ring, Which at our Marriage day the Preest put on, Can any greefe be halfe so great as this? Comfort thy selfe sweete freend it is not strange, That women will be false and wauering. I but to doat on such a one as hée Is monstrous Francklin, and intollerable. Why, what is he? A Botcher and no better at the first, Who by base brocage, getting some small stock: Crept into seruice of a noble man: And by his seruile flattery and fawning, Is now become the steward of his house, And brauely sets it in his silken gowne. No noble man will countnaunce such a pesant, Yes, the Lord Clifford, he that loues not mee, But through his fauour let not him grow proude, For were he by the Lord Protector backt, He should not make me to be pointed at, I am by birth a gentle man of bloode, And that iniurious riball that attempts, To vyolate my deare wyues chastitie, (For deare I holde hir loue, as deare as heauen) Shall on the bed which he thinks to defile, See his disseuered ioints and sinewes torne, Whylst on the planchers, pants his weary body, Smeard in the channels of his lustfull bloode. Be patient gentle freend and learne of me, To ease thy griefe, and saue her chastitye: Intreat her faire sweete words are fittest engines To race the flint walles of a womans breast: In any case be not too Ielyouse, Nor make no question of her loue to thee, But as securely, presently take horse, And ly with me at London all this tearme For women when they may, will not, But beeing kept back, straight grow outragious. Though this abhorres from reason yet ile try it And call her foorth, and presently take leaue: How Ales, Husband what meane you to get vp so earely. Sommer nights are short, and yet yo ryse ere day, Had I beene wake you had not rise so soone,