Wilson, Robert · published 1594 · first performed or written 1590 [c.1589-1593] (Annals) moral · Queen Elizabeth's Men (?) unassigned nearest T1 Death, grief and revenge · 484 words
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Yes, and did send that prophesy, And even as thou camest hither The bastard and the godmothers Were in this place together. Were they in deed, where are they now? I'll search, I'll follow them. Be patient Mars, they will be quickly found, Ruina is the Bastard's name. R.N. the consonants, V. I. and A. the vowels be, and Via is the way. Now have I found it Mercury, thou hast resolved me I will raise war, I will avenged be, Go with me Mercurie, thou my revenge shalt see. I will go and do my best for thee. 'tis true o Duke, that I do say, He still would make thy life away, He is too frolic and too lusty, Thou too simple and too trusty, Wars shall in thy land begin, For pride, contempt, and other sin, Nothing shall appease heavens ire, Till the cabin of Contempt be set on fire And wantonness with lewd desire, Be trampled under foot as mire, The Cobbler has no more to say, But for the people's sins, good princes oft are ta'en away. Well, God a mercy fellow, go thou in. He raves my Lord, it's ill advised of you To suffer him so near your princely excellence. His presence breeds me no offence. What Raph, Raph, so fine you will not know your wife What a gilden sword and a silver knife? There, there Raph put it up. Why so? What so? Why where am I? Faith where ye ha' made a fair piece of work. Lay hold on them, what violence is this, To have one murdered even before our presence? What cause hadst thou to kill this Gentleman? None in the world, I never knew him I. No faith she's mad, & has been ever since I was a prophet, and cause she saw a dagger without a sheath, she even put it up in his belly. Why what acquaintance hast thou with this woman? O Lord sir, she has been acquainted with me a great while, with mine ears, with every part of me, why 'tis my wife. The likelier may it like your grace of his consent, 'twere good they both did suffer punishment. Commit them both, but she has long been mad, It may be heaven reserved her to this end. Come sirrah, you and your wife must go to ward, Till you be tried for clearness or consent. O sir, whether you will I am content, God Markedy has served me prettily, Has made my wife mad, and said she should not be well, Till by her hand a traitor fell, And I must even be hanged for company. I do not guess the woman guilty of this crime, But the just heavens in their severity, Have wrought this wreak for Ennius' treachery. Here is a messenger my gracious Lord, That brings ill tidings to your quiet state.
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Yes, and dyd send that prophesie, And euen as thou camest hether The bastard and the godmothers Were in this place together. Were they in deed, where are they now? Ile search, Ile follow them. Be patient Mars, they will be quickly found▪ Ruina is the bastards name. R.N. the consonants, V. . and A. the vowels be, and Via is the waye. Now haue I found it Mercury, thou hast resolud I wyll raise warre, I will aduenged bee, Go with me Mercurie, thou my reuenge shalt see. I will go and do my best for thee. Tis true ô Duke, that I do say, He still would make thy ly away, He is too frolike and too lustie, Thou too simple and too trustie, Warres shall in thy lande begin, For pride, contempt, and other sin, Nothing shall appease heauens ire, Til the cabin of Contēpt be set on fire And wantonnes with lewd desire, Be trampled vnder foot as mire, The Cobler has no more to say, But for the peoples sinnes, good princes oft are tae away. Well, God a mercie fellow, go thou in. He raues my Lord, its ill aduisd of you To suffer him so neere your princely excellence. His presence breeds me no offence. What Raph, Raph, so fine you wil not know your wife What a gilden sword and a siluer knife? There, there Raph put it vp. Why so? What so? Why where am I? Faith where ye ha made a fayre peece of worke. Lay holde on them, what violence is this, To haue one murdred euen before our presence? What cause hadst thou to kill this Gentleman? None in the world, I neuer knew him I. No faith shees mad, & has beene euer since I was a prophet, and cause she sawe a dagger without a sheath, she euen put it vp in his belly. Why what acquaintance hast thou with this womā? O Lord sir, she has bin acquainted with me a great while, with mine eares, with euery part of me, why tis my wife. The lykelyer may it like your grace of his consent, Twere good they both did suffer punishment. Commit them both, but she has long bin mad, It may be heauen reserud her to this end. Come sirra, you and your wise must goe to ward, Till you be tride for cleerenes or conent. O sir, whether you will I am content, God Merkedy has serud me pretily, Has made my wife mad, and sayd shee should not be well, Till by her hand a traitor fell, And I must euen be hangd for companie. I doe not gesse the woman guiltie of this crime, But the iust heauens in theyr seueritie, Haue wrought this wreake for Ennius trecherie. Here is a messenger my gracious Lord, That brings ill tidings to your quiet state.