Heywood, John · published 1534 · first performed or written 1534 [1533-1534] (Annals) not in BritDrama unassigned nearest T1 Death, grief and revenge · 485 words
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This tale to purpose purporteth no more But sight and hearing complaint of his sore Is only the grief that ye do sustain Alas tender heart sins ye die in pain This batayle to perceive by sight and hearing How could you live to know our pain by feeling Mark well this question and answer as ye can A man that is hanged or that man's hangman which man of those twain suffereth most pain He that is hanged By the mass it is so plain well said for me, for I am the sufferer And ye the hangman understand as it were These cases vary in no manner a thing Saving this serves in this man's hanging commonly is done against the hangman's will And ye of delyghtfull will, your lover kill Of delyghtfull will, nay that is not so As ye shall perfectly perceive or we go But of those at whose hanging have hangmen by How many have ye known hang willingly Nay never one in his life by'r lady In this lo your case from our case doth vary For ye that love where love will take no place your own will is your own leader a plain case And not only uncompelled without alewre But fore against her will your sewt ye endewre Now sins your will to love did you procure And with that will, ye put that love in use And now that will, by wit seth love such pain As witty will would will love to refrain And ye by will that love in each condition To extinct, may be your own phesition Except ye be a fool or would make me one what seeing could set a good ground to sit on To make any man think your pain thus strong Making your own salve your own sore thus long masters much part of this process purposed Is matter of truth truly disclosed My will without her will brought me in love which will without her will doth make me hove Upon her grace to see what grace will prove But where ye say my will may me remove As well from her love, as will brought me to it That is false my will can not will to do it My will as far therein out weyth my power As a sow of led out weyth a saforne flower your will out weyth your power then where is your wit I marvel that ever ye will speak it Nay marvel ye masters thereat no whit For as far as this point may stretch in verdict I am clearly of this man's opinion And I contrary with this minion Then be we come to a demurrer in law Then be ye come from a woodcock to a daw And by god it is no small cunning brother For me to turn one wild fool to another
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This tale to purpoſe purporteth no more But ſyght and hearyng complaynt of his ſore Is onely the grefe that ye do ſuſteyne Alas tender hart ſyns ye dye in payne This payue to perceyue by ſyght and hearyng Howe coulde you lyue to knowe our payne by felyng Marke well this queſtion and anſwere as ye can A man that is hanged or that mans hangman which man of thoſe twayne ſuffereth moſt payne He that is hanged By the maſſe it is ſo playne well ſayd for me, for I am the ſufferer And ye the hangman vnderſtande as it were Theſe caſes vary in no maner a thyng Sauyng this ſerues in this mannes hangyng Comenly is done agaynſt the hangmans wyll And ye of delyghtfull wyll, your louer kyll Of delyghtfull wyll, nay that is not ſo As ye ſhall perfetly perceyue or we go But of thoſe at whoſe hangyng haue hangmen by Howe many haue ye knowen hang wyllyngly Nay ueuer one in his lyfe byr lady In this lo your caſe from our caſe doth vary For ye that loue where loue wyll take no place your owne wyll is your owne leder a playne caſe And not onely vncompelled without alewre But fore agaynſt her wyll your ſewt ye endewre Nowe ſyns your wyll to loue dyd you procure And with that wyll, ye put that loue in ve And nowe that wyll, by wyt ſeth loue ſuch payne As wytty wyll wolde wyll loue to refrayne And ye by wyll that loue in eche condicion To extynct, may be your owne pheſicion Except ye be a foole or wolde make me one what ſeyng cowd ſet a good ground to ſyt on To make any man thynke your payne thus ſtrong Makyng your owne ſalue your owne ſore thus long Mayſtres much parte of this proces purpoſed Is matter of truth truely dyſcloſed My wyll without her wyll brought me in loue which wyll without her wyll doth make me houe Vpon her grace to ſee what grace wyll proue But where ye ſay my wyll may me remoue As wel from her loue, as wyll brought me to it That is falſe my wyll can not wyll to do it My wyl as farre therin out weyth my power As a ſow of led out weyth a ſaforne flowre your wyl out weyth your power thē where is your wyt I merueyll that euer ye wyll ſpeke it Nay merueyll ye mayſtres therat no whyt For as farre as this poynt may ſtretch in verdyt I am clerely of this mans opinion And I contrary with this mynion Then be we come to a demurrer in lawe Then be ye come from a woodcock to a daw And by god it is no ſmall connyng brother For me to turne one wylde foole to a nother