Anonymous · published 1594 · first performed or written 1592 [Jun 10] (Annals) moral · Derby's (Strange's) Men unassigned nearest T6 Money, debt and credit · 476 words
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I thank you sir, but I am afraid the King will hardly grant it: why, 'tis an undoing to the common wealth, But truly I will move the King to hang you Priest i'faith. May it please you Grace to grant me my petition, For I offer it your Grace in pure devotion. O monstrous: Dunston, didst thou ever hear the like, Now fie upon thee base villain, lay hands on him. On me? nay, on him: Priest, I gave your petition to the King, And I will speak to him you may be but hanged, For if you should live till the King granted your petition, The very Ravens would pick out thine eyes living: And therefore 'twere better you were hanged to save the birds a labour. Now Honesty, hast thou done, is here all. O no, my Lord, for there are so many behind, That I am afraid my work will never have an end: But I see by the priest's looks, he lacks company, Stay a while, my Lord, I'll fetch another presently. Fie, Graceless man, hast thou no fear of God, To withhold thee from these lawless motions, Why, thou shouldst be as Messenger of God, And hate deceit and wicked avarice: But thou art one of those whom God doth hate, And thy wild deeds will witness 'gainst thy soul: And make the most abominable in his sight, That made thee (wretch) but to a better end, Then thus to wrong his sacred Deity. Now fie upon thee monster of a man, That for to gain thyself a private gain, Wouldst seek the undoing of a common wealth. And though thou bid ten thousand torments here They cannot quit thee where thou shalt appear. A Prize, though it be long, I have found him at last, But I could not bring him with me, And therefore I pinned a paper on his shoulder, Meaning thereby to mark him for the gailous: But hushed, here he comes. What Perin? I cannot think that Perin will be false to me Why no, for he is false to himself, look in his pocket & see, This is but a false writ that he hath used, Unknown to your Majesty, and levied great sums of money, And bribed upon your poor Commons extremely, How say you my Lord, is this true or no? Honesty, thou sayest true, why, impious wretch, Ingrateful wretch that thou art to injure him that always held thee dear, Believe me Dunston, I durst well have sworn, That Perin had not hatched so base a thought, ay, but your Grace sees you are deceived. But will your Grace grant me one boon? What's that Honesty? That I may have the punishing of them, Whom I have so laboured to find. With all my heart Honesty, use them as thou wilt.
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I thanke you sir, but I am affraide the King will hardlie grant it: why, tis an vndoing to the common wealth, But trulie I will mooue the King to hang you Priest yfaith. May it please you Grace to grant me my petition, For I offer it your Grace in pure deuotion. O monstrous: Dunston, didst thou euer heare the like, Now fie vpon thee base villaine▪ lay hands on him. On me? nay, on him: Priest, I gaue your petition to the King, And I wil speake to him you may be but hanged, For if you should liue till the King granted your petition, The verie Rauens would picke out thine cies liuing: And therefore twere better you were hanged to saue the birds a labour. Now Honesty, hast thou done, is here all▪ O no, my Lord, for there are so many behind, That I am affraide my worke will neuer haue an end: But I see by the Priests lookes, he lackes company, Stay a while, my Lord, Ile fetch another presently. Fie, Gracelesse man, hast thou no feare of God, To withold thee from these lawlesse motions, Why, thou shouldst be as Messenger of God, And hate deceit and wicked auarice: But thou art one of those whome God doth hate, And thy vilde deedes will witnesse gainst thy soule: And make the most abominable in his sight, That made thee (wretch) but to a better end, Then thus to wrong his sacred Deitie. Now fie vpon thee monster of a man, That for to gaine thy selfe a priuate gaine, Wouldst seeke the vndooing of a common wealth. And though thou bid ten thousand torments here They cannot quit thee where thou shalt appeare. A Prize, though it be long, I haue found him at last, But I could not bring him with me, And therefore I pind a paper on his shoulder, Meaning thereby to marke him for the gailous: But husht, here he comes. What Perin? I cannot think that Perin wil be false to me Why no, for he is false to himself, look in his pocket & see, This is but a false writ that he hath vsed, Unknowne to your Maiestie, and leuied great summes of money, And bribed vpon your poore Commons extreamlie, How say you my Lord, is this true or no? Honesty, thou sayest true, why, impious wretch, Ingratefull wretch that thou art to iniure him that alwaies held thee deere, Beleeue me Dunston, I durst wel haue sworn, That Perin had not hatcht so base a thought, I, but your Grace sees you are deceiued. But will your Grace grant me one boone? Whats that Honesty? That I may haue the punishing of them, Whom I haue so laboured to fynde. With all my hart Honesty, vse them as thou wilt.