The True Tragedy of Richard the Third · chunk 21 of 40
Anonymous · published 1594 · first performed or written 1591 [1588-1594] (Annals) tragedy; history · Queen Elizabeth's Men unassigned nearest T43 York and Lancaster: dynastic claims and · 495 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T43: henry, king, richard, warwick, york, edward, father, duke, crown, son.
Who art thou Shores wife? Lie still purse, neighbour I would not for twenty pounds have given her one farthing, the proclamation is so hard by king Richard. Why minion are you she that was the dishonour to the King? the shame to her husband, the discredit to the City? Hear you, lay your fingers to work, and get thereby somewhat to maintain you. O neighbour I grow very choleric, and thou didst save the life of my son, why if thou hadst not, another would: and for my part, I would he had been hanged seven years ago, it had saved me a great deal of money then. But come let us go in, & let the quean alone. Alas thus am I become an open shame to the world, here shall I die in the streets for want of sustenance, alas is my fact so heinous that none will pity me? Yet here comes another to whom I have done good, who is least able to pleasure me, yet I will try him, to see if he will give me any thing. Now sir, who but king Richard bears sway, and hath proclaimed Iohn Earl of Lincoln, heir apparent to the Crown, the young Princes they are in the Tower, nay some says more, they are murdered. But this makes me to muse, the Duke of Buckingham and the King is at such variance, that did all in all to help him to the Crown, but the Duke of Buckingham is rid down to Brecknock. Castle in Wales, and there he means to raise up a power to pull down the usurper: but let them agree as they will, for the next fair wind i'll overseas. A Shores wife, so near driven, to beg of a servingman, ay, necessity hath no law, I must needs. Good sir relieve me, and give me something. Why what art thou? In brief Morton, I am Shores wife, that have done good to all. A fool, and ever thy own enemy. In troth mistress Shore, my store is but small, yet as it is, we'll part stakes, but soft I cannot do what I would, I am watched. Good Morton relieve me. What should I relieve my king's enemy? Why thou promised thou wouldst. I tell thee I will not, & so be answered. 'sounds I would with all my heart, but for yonder villain, a plague on him. An honest fellow I warrant him. How now Shore's wife, will none relieve thee? No none will relieve her, that hath been good to all. Why 'twere pity to do thee good, but methinks she is fulsome and stinks. If I be fulsome shun my company, for none but thy Lord sought my misery, and he hath undone me. Why hath he undone thee? nay thy wicked and naughty life hath undone thee, but if thou wantest maintenance, why dost thou not fall to thy old trade again?
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Who art thou Shores wife? Lye ſtill purſe, neighbour I would not for twentie pounds haue giuen her one farthing, the proclamation is ſo hard by king Richard. Why minion are you ſhe that was the diſhonour to the King? the ſhame to her huſband, the diſcredit to the Citie? Heare you, laie your fingers to worke, and get thereby ſomewhat to maintaine you. O neighbour I grow verie choloricke, and thou didſt ſaue the life of my▪ ſonne, vvhy if thou hadſt not, another vvould: and for my part, I vvould he had bene hangd ſeuen yeeres ago, it had ſaued me a great deale of mony then. But come let vs go in, & let the quean alone. Alaſſe thus am I become an open ſhame to the world, here ſhall I die in the ſtreets for want of ſuſtenance, alaſſe is my fact ſo heinous that none will pitie me? Yet heere comes another to whom I haue done good, who is leaſt able to pleaſure me, yet I will trie him, to ſee if he will giue me any thing. Now ſir, who but king Richard beares ſway, and hath proclaimed Iohn Earle of Linclone, heire aparant to the Crown, the yoong Princes they are in the Tower, nay ſome ſaies more, they are murthered. But this makes me to muſe, the Duke of Bucking ham and the King is at ſuch variance, that did all in all to helpe him to the Crowne, but the Duke of Buckingham is rid downe to Breaknock. Caſtle in Wales, and there he meanes to raiſe vp a power to pull down the vſurper: but let them agree as they will, for the next faire winde ile ouer ſeas. A Shores wife, ſo neere driuen, to beg of a ſeruingman, I, neceſſitie hath no law, I muſt needs. Good ſir releeue me, and giue me ſomething. Why what art thou? In briefe Morton, I am Shores wife, that haue done good to all. A foole, and euer thy owne enemy. In troth miſtreſſe Shore, my ſtore is but ſmall, yet as it is, weele part ſtakes, but ſoft I cannot do what I would, I am watcht. Good Morton releeue me. What ſhould I releeue my Kings enemy? Why thou promiſt thou wouldſt. I tell thee I wil not, & ſo be anſwered. Sownes I would with all my heart, but for yonder villaine, a plague on him. An honeſt fellow I warrant him. How now Shores wife, will none releeue thee? No none will releeue her, that hath bene good to all. Why twere pitie to do thee good, but me thinkes ſhe is fulſome and ſtinkes. If I be fulſome ſhun my company, for none but thy Lord ſought my miſerie, and he hath vndone me. Why hath he vndone thee? nay thy wicked and naughtie life hath vndone thee, but if thou wanteſt maintenance, why doeſt thou not fall to thy old trade againe?