Anonymous · published 1596 · first performed or written 1594 [Oct 23] (Annals) tragicomedy · Admiral's (Nottingham's) Men unassigned nearest T1 Death, grief and revenge · 489 words
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Ho Gnatto open. Open, what should I open, the cupboard. No knave the door. No knave the door, what rascals that? O master is it you, I cry you mercy. Sirrah speak, where's your mistress? Maty she is making would speak, and guts sing: Would speak, and guts sing, how meanest thou that? Are you such a fool you know not that? Why, she's playing on the lute. And where is my daughter Lucida? She is killing a pride. As how? She is combing of her head, she will not have it frizle. jest not sirrah, but call them hither quickly. Ho mistress quickly, you must come hither quickly, or else my master will beat me quickly. How now my Lord? Annetta call me wretch. Why what is befallen? The worst of harms. Where is Sempronio? Ah, ask not where he is, Thou must be husbandless through my misdeeds, Thou must be fatherless through my disgrace: Farewell, I dare not stay to tell my mind, I have no time Annetta to embrace thee, Unless I hazard life to stay so long, Annetta, in a word Sempronio's dead, His friends pursue me, and to save my life, I needs must fly: you for your maintenance Must presently the chiefest jewels seize, Farewell, my sighs and tears must tell the rest. Whether cruel fortune? my sweet love. Captives sweet souls, in chains of misery. Who shall relieve me when my husband's fled. He that relieves poor souls when hope is dead. Who shall endow me in my father's absence? True virtue daughter, if he be in presence: Ah look on these you care desiring eyes, These cannot speak, for woe clogs up their tongues Thus silent misery tells mourning grief, Go to poor souls and hide you from a storm, The hands are priest to rob you of your own, Go in poor souls, weep less, endeavour more, Hast forceth grief, danger keeps the door. Seruio stand forth, if thy important wrongs be such, Discourse to me and to these aged peers, Thy cause of grief, and what thou dost require. Most mighty Duke, most worthy Senators, I come before this sacred judgement seat, Not trained by hate, as many worldlings be, But these old years injoind me charity, But urged by wrongs, compelled by heinous deeds, To quicken justice in your reverent ears, Call to remembrance Prince and worthy peers, The faithful service for these many years, That stout Sempronio did unto the State, In remembrance whereof, Old Seruio humbling him upon his knees, Beseecheth justice 'gainst proud Lelio, Who cruelly hath slain in single fight, The sole and only heir of that stout race. Seruio come hither and possess thy place, We will consider of thy injuries. Still let these knees be wedded to the earth, Still let these tears run floud-like from mine eyes, Until your grace do execute the wretch, That thus hath slain my dear Sempronio.
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Ho Gnatto open. Open, what ſhould I open, the cupboord. No knaue the doore. No knaue the doore, what raſcals that? O maſter is it you, I crie you mercie. Sirra ſpeake, where's your miſtres? Matie ſhee is making wood ſpeake, and guts ſing: Wood ſpeake, and guts ſing, how meanſt thou that? Are you ſuch a foole you know not that? Why, ſhe's playing on the lute. And where is my daughter Lucida? She is killing a pride. As how? She is combing of her head, ſhe will not haue it frizle. Ieſt not ſirra, but call them hether quickly. Ho miſtres quickly, you muſt come hether quickly, or els my maſter will beat me quickly. How now my Lord? Annetta call me wretch. Why what is befalne? The worſt of harmes. Where is Sempronio? Ah, aske not where he is, Thou muſt be husbandleſſe through my miſdeeds, Thou muſt be fatherles through my diſgrace: Farewell, I dare not ſtay to tell my minde, I haue no time Annetta to imbrace thee, Vnles I hazard lyfe to ſtay ſo long, Annetta, in a word Sempronio's dead, His friends purſue me, and to ſaue my life, I needs muſt flie: you for your maintenance Muſt preſently the chiefeſt iewels ſeize, Farewell, my ſighs and teares muſt tell the reſt. Whether cruell fortune? my ſweet loue. Captiues ſweet ſoules, in chaines of miſery. Who ſhal releeue me when my husband's fled. He that releeues poor ſouls when hope is dead. Who ſhall indow me in my fathers abſence? True vertue daughter, if he be in preſence: Ah looke on theſe you care deſiring eies, Theſe cannot ſpeake, for wo clogs vp their tongs Thus ſilent miſerie tells mourning griefe, Go to poore ſoules and hide you from a ſtorme, The hands are preſt to rob you of your owne, Go in poore ſoules, weep leſſe, indeuor more, Haſt forceth griefe, danger keepes the doore. Seruio ſtand forth, if thy important wronges be ſuch, Diſcourſe to me and to theſe aged peeres, Thy cauſe of griefe, and what thou doeſt require. Moſt mightie Duke, moſt worthie Senatours, I come before this ſacred iudgement ſeate, Not traind by hate, as many worldlings be, But theſe olde yeres inioynd me charitie, But vrg'd by wrongs, compeld by hainous deeds, To quicken iuſtice in your reuerent eares, Call to remembrance Prince and worthie peeres, The faithfull ſeruice for theſe many yeeres, That ſtout Sempronio did vnto the State, In remembrance whereof, Olde Seruio humbling him vpon his knees, Beſeecheth iuſtice gainſt proud Lelio, Who cruelly hath ſlaine in ſingle fight, The ſole and onely heire of that ſtout race. Seruio come hether and poſſeſſe thy place, We will conſider of thy iniuries. Still let theſe knees be wedded to the earth, Still let theſe teares run floud-like from mine eies, Vntill your grace do execute the wretch, That thus hath ſlaine my deare Sempronio.