The True Tragedy of Richard the Third · chunk 5 of 40
Anonymous · published 1594 · first performed or written 1591 [1588-1594] (Annals) tragedy; history · Queen Elizabeth's Men unassigned nearest T41 Household service: masters, doors and po · 508 words
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But mistress Shore, comfort yourself, And think well of my Lord, Who hath always been a helper unto you. Indeed Lodwick to condemn his honour I cannot, For he hath always been my good Lord, For as the world is fickle, so changeth the minds of men. Why mistress Shore, rather than want should oppress You, that little land which you begged for me of the King, Shall be at your dispose. Thanks good Lodwick. O master Morton, you are very welcome met, I hope you think on me for my money. I pray sir bear with me, and you shall have it, With thanks too. Nay, I pray sir let me have my money, For I have had thanks and too much more than I looked for. In faith sir you shall have it, But you must bear with me a little, But sir, I marvel how you can be so greedy for your money, When you see sir, we are so uncertain of our own. How so uncertain of mine own? Why dost thou know anybody will come to rob me? Why no. Wilt thou come in the night and cut my throat? No. Wilt thou and the rest of thy companions, Come and set my house on fire? Why no, I tell thee. Why how should I then be uncertain of mine own? Why sir, by reason the King is dead. O sir! is the King dead? I hope he hath given you no quittance for my debt. No sir, but I pray stay a while, and you shall have it assoon as I can. Well I must be content, where nothing is to be had, The King loseth his right they say, But who is this? Marry sir it is mistress Shore, To whom I am more beholding too for my service, Than the dearest friend that ever I had. And I for my sons pardon. Now mistress Shore, how fare you? Well Morton, but not so well as thou hast known me, For I think I shallbe driven to try my friends one day. God forfend mistress Shore, And happy be that Sun shall shine upon thee, For preserving the life of my son. Gramercies good father, But how doth thy son, is he well? The better that thou lives, doth he. Thanks father, I am glad of it, But come master Lodwick shall we go? And you Morton, you'll bear us company. I mistress Shore, For my Lord thinks long for our coming. There there, huffer, but by your leave, The king's death is a maim to her credit, But they say, there is my Lord Hastings in the Court, He is as good as the ace of hearts at maw, Well even as they brew, so let them bake for me: But I must about the streets, to see and I can meet With such cold customers as they I met withal even now, Mass if I meet with no better, I am like to keep a bad household of it.
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But miſtreſſe Shore, comfort your ſelfe, And thinke well of my Lord, Who hath alway bene a helper vnto you. Indeed Lodwicke to condemne his honour I cannot, For he hath alway bene my good Lord, For as the world is fickle, ſo changeth the minds of men. Why miſtreſſe Shore, rather then want ſhould oppreſſe You, that litle land which you beg'd for me of the King, Shall be at your diſpoſe. Thanks good Lodwicke. O maiſter Morton, you are very welcome met, I hope you thinke on me for my mony. I pray ſir beare with me, and you ſhall haue it, With thankes too. Nay, I pray ſir let me haue my mony, For I haue had thankes and too much more then I lookt for. In faith ſir you ſhall haue it, But you muſt beare with me a litle, But ſir, I maruell how you can be ſo greedie for your mony, When you ſee ſir, we are ſo vncertaine of our owne. How ſo vncertaine of mine owne? Why doeſt thou know any bodie wil come to rob me? Why no. Wilt thou come in the night and cut my throate? No. Wilt thou and the reſt of thy companions, Come and ſet my houſe on fire? Why no, I tell thee. Why how ſhould I then be vncertaine of mine owne? Why ſir, by reaſon the King is dead. O ſir! is the King dead? I hope he hath giuen you no quittance for my debt. No ſir, but I pray ſtaie a while, and you ſhall haue it Aſſoone as I can. Well I muſt be content, where nothing is to be had, The King looſeth his right they ſay, But who is this? Marry ſir it is miſtreſſe Shore, To whom I am more beholding too for my ſeruice, Then the deereſt friend that euer I had. And I for my ſonnes pardon. Now miſtreſſe Shore, how fare you? Well Morton, but not ſo wel as thou haſt knowne me, For I thinke I ſhalbe driuen to try my friends one day. God forfend miſtreſſe Shore, And happie be that Sunne ſhall ſhine vpon thee, For preſeruing the life of my ſonne. Gramercies good father, But how doth thy ſonne, is he well? The better that thou liues, doth he. Thankes father, I am glad of it, But come maiſter Lodwicke ſhall we go? And you Morton, youle beare vs company. I miſtreſſe Shore, For my Lord thinkes long for our comming. There there, huffer, but by your leaue, The Kings death is a maime to her credit, But they ſay, there is my Lord Haſtings in the Court, He is as good as the Aſe of hearts at maw, Well euen as they brew, ſo let them bake for me: But I muſt about the ſtreetes, to ſee and I can meete With ſuch cold cuſtomers as they I met withall euen now, Maſſe if I meete with no better, I am like to keepe a bad hoſhold of it.