Heywood, Thomas · published 1600 · first performed or written 1599 [1592-1599] (Annals) history · Derby's (Strange's) Men T18 Rebels, barons and the king's wars at ho typicality 0.84 · 492 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T18: king, lord, wallace, earl, edward, england, scotland, rebels, bruce, english.
Where so we may not suffer them to rest. But issue forth upon them with fresh force. My L. Maior, diligence doth well, and so forth. Matters must be looked into as they ought, indeed should they, when things are well done, they are, and so forth, for causes and things must indeed be looked into. Well sir, we very well conceive your meaning, And you have shown yourself a worthy gentleman: See that our walls be kept with courts of guard, And well defended against the enemy, For we will now withdraw us to Guildhall, To take advise what further must be done. Be not afraid (sweet heart) the worst is past, God have the praise, the victory is ours, We have prevailed, the rebels are repulsed, And every street of London soundeth joy, Canst thou then (gentle Iane) be sad alone? I am not sad now you are here with me, My toy, my hope, my comfort, and my love, My dear, dear husband, kindest Mathew shore, But when these arms the circles of my soul, Were in the fight so forward as I heard, How could I choose, sweet heart, but be afraid? Why dost thou tremble now, when peril's past I think upon the horror of the tune, But tell me why you fought so desperately? First to maintain King Edward's royalty, Next to defend the City's liberty, But chiefly ta'en to keep thee from the foil, Of him that to my face did how thy spoil, Had he prevailed, where then had been our lives, Dishonoured our daughters, ravished our fair wives, Possessed our goods, and set our servants free, Yet all this nothing to the loss of thee. Of me sweet heart? why how should I be lost? Were I by thousand storms of fortune tossed? And should endure the poorest wretched life, Yet Iane will be thy honest loyal wife, The greatest Prince the sun did ever see, Shall never make me prove untrue to thee: I fear not fair means, but a rebel's force, These hands shall make this body a dead corpse, ere force or flattery shall mine honour stain, True fame survives, when death the flesh hath slain. God save ye master Shore, and mistress by your leave, Sir my L. Maior sends for ye by Major, And prates your speedy presence at Guildhall, There's news the rebels have made head again, And have ensconced themselves upon Mile-end, And presently our armed men must out, You being Captain of two companies In honour of your valour and your skill, Must lead the vaward, God & right stand with ye. Friend tell my Lord i'll wait upon him straight. Friend tell my Lord he does my husband wrong, To set him foremost in the danger still, Ye shall not go if I may have my will, Peace wife, no more, friend I will follow ye, i'faith ye shall not, prithee do not go.
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Where so we may not suffer them to rest. But issue forth vpon them with fresh force. My L. Maior, dgence doth well, and so forth. Matters must be looked into as they ought, indéed should they, when things are well done, they are, and so forth, for causes and things must indeede be look into. Well sir, we vere well conceiue your meaning, And you haue wne your selfe a worthie gentleman: See that our wals be kept with courts of guard, And well defended against the enemie, For we will now withdraw vs to Guild hall, To take aduise what further must be don. Be not afraid (swéet heart) the worst is past, God haue the praise, the victorie is ours, We haue preuailde, the rebels are repulsoe, And euerie strte of London soundeth ioy, Canst thou then (gentle Ianc) be sad alone? I am not sad now you are here with me, My toy, my hope, my comfort, and my loue, My déere, déere husband, kindest Mathew shoare, But when these armes the circles of my soule, Were in the fight so forward as I heard, How could I choose, swéet heart, but be afraid? Why dost thou tremble now, when perilspast I thinke vpon the horror of the tune, But tell me why you fought so desperately? First to maintaine King Edwards royaltie, Next to defend the Cities libertic, But chiefly anc to keepe thee from the foyle, Of him that to my face did how thy spoyle, Had he prcuade, where then had béene our liues, Dishonored our daughters, rauished our faire wiues, Possest our goods, and set our seruants free, Yet all this nothing to the losse of thee. Of mee sweet heart? why how should I be lost? Were I by thousand stormes of fortune tost? And should endure the poorest wretched life, Yet Iane will be thy honest loyall wife, The greatest Prince the sunne did euer see, Shall neuer make me proue vntruc to thee: I feare not faire meanes, but a rebels force, These hands shal make this bodie a dead corse, re force or flatterie shall mine honour staine, True fame suriues, when death the sh hath slaine. God saue ye maister Shore, and mistris by your leaue, Sir my L. Maior sends for ye by Maio, And prates your speedie presence at Guild hall, Theres newes the rebels haue made head again, And haue enscode themselues vpon Mileeud, And prescutly our armed men must out, You being Captaine of two companies In honour of your vlour and your skill, Must lead the vaward, God & right stand with yee. Friend tell my Lord ile wait vpon him strait. Friend tel my Lord he does my husband wrong, To set him formost in the danger still, Ye shall not go if I may haue my will, Peace wife, no more, friend I wil follow yée, I faith ye shall not, prethée do not go.