Heywood, Thomas · published 1600 · first performed or written 1599 [1592-1599] (Annals) history · Derby's (Strange's) Men unassigned nearest T53 The crown: kingship claimed, resigned an · 501 words
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Well, be it as thou wilt, some other way We will devise to quittance thy deserts, And not to fail therein upon my word. Now let me tell ye all my friends at once, Your King is married, since you saw him last, And haste to help you in this needful time, Made me on sudden to forsake my bride. But seeing all things are fallen out so well, And there remains no further doubt of ill, Let me entreat you would go boot yourselves, And bring your King a little on his way. How say you my Lord, shall it be so? Now God forbid but that my Lord the King Should always have his Subjects at command. Forbid quotha? I in good sadness, your majesty shall find us always ready, and so forth. Why then set forward Gentlemen, And come L. Maior, I must confer with you. Art thou the man whose victories drawn at sea, Filled every heart with terror of thy name? Art thou that Nevill whom we took thee for? Thou art a louse, thou bastard Falconbridge? Thou baser than a bastard, in whose birth The very dregs of servitude appears, Why tell me, liver of some rotten sheep, After by thy allurements we are brought, To undertake this course, after thy promises Of many golden mountains to ensue, Is this the greatest comfort thou canst glu? Hast thou ensnared our heedless feet with death, And brought us to the gibbet of defame, And now dost bid us shift and save ourselves? No craven were I sure I should be ta'en, I would not stir my feet, until this hand Had venged me on thee for misguiding us. Opprobrious villain, stable excrement, That never dreamest of other manhood yet, But how to jerk a horse, until my words ensued into thee resolutions sire. control'st thou me for that wherein thyself, Art only the occasion of mishap? Hadst thou and they stood to it as well as I, The day had been our own, and London now, That laughs in triumph, should have wept in tears, But being backed by such faint hearted slaves No marvel if the Lion go to wrack, As though it were not incident to Kings, Sometime to take repulse, mine is no more: Nor is not for that muddy brain of thine To tutor me how to digest my loss, Then fly with those that are already fled, Or stay behind, and hang all but the head. Oh prejudice to Spicings conquering name, Whose valour even the hacks this sword has made Upon the flint, and iron bars at Aldgate: Like mouths will publish whiles the City stands That I shrunk backe●... that I was never seen To show my manly spleen, but with a whip. I tell thee Falconbridge the least of these, Do challenge blood before they be appeased, Away ye scoundrel, tempt not my resolve, The courage that survives in Falconbridge, Scorns the encounter of so base a drudge.
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Well, be it as thou wilt, some other way We will deuise to quittance thy deserts, And not to faile therein vpon my word. Now let me tell ye all my friends at once, Your King is married, since you saw him last, And haste to helpe you in this néedfull time, Made me on sudden to forsake my bride. But séeing all things are fallen out so well, And there remaines no further doubt of ill, Let me ntreate you would goe boote your selues, And bring your King a little on his way. How say you my Lord, shall it be so? Now God forbid but that my Lord the King Should alwaies haue his Subiects at command. Forbid quotha? I in good sadnes, your maiestie shall finde vs alwaies readie, and so forth. Why then set forward Gentlemen, And come L. Maior, I must conferre with you. Art thou the man whose victories drawn at sea, Fild cuerie heart with terror of thy name? Art thou that Neuill whom we tooke thee for? Thou art a lowse, thou bastard Falconbridge? Thou baser then a bastard, in whose birth The very dregs of seruitude appeares, Why tell me, liuer of some rotten shéepe, After by thy allurements we are brought, To vndertake this course, after thy promises Of many golden mountaines to eusue, Is this the greatest comfort thou canst glu? Hast thou insnarde our héedles feet with death, And brought vs to the Jebbet of defame, And now do'st bid vs shift and saue our selues? No crauen were I sure I should be tane, I would not stirre my feete, vntill this hand Had venged me on thee for misguiding vs. Opprobrious villaine, stable excrement, That neuer dreamst of other manhood yet, But how to ierke a horse, vntill my words Insusde into thee resolutions sire. Controlst thou me for that wherein thy selfe, Art onely the occasion of mishap? Hadst thou and they stood to it as well as I, The day had beene our owne, and London now, That laughes in triumph, should haue wept in teares, But being backt by such faint harted slaues No marualle if the Lion go to wracke, As though it were not incident to Kings, Sometime to take repulse, mine is no more: Nor is not for that muddie braine of thine To tutor me how to digest my losse, Then flie with those that are alreadie fled, Or stay behind, and hang all but the head. Oh preiudice to Spicings conquering name, Whose valor euen the hacks this sword has made Vpon the flint, and yron barres at Aldgate: Like mouthes wil publish whiles the City stands That I shrunke backe that I was neuer seene To shew my manly spleene, but with a whipe. I tell thee Falconbridge the least of these, Do challenge bloud before they be appeasde, Away ye scoundrell, tempt not my resolue, The courage that sures in Falconbridge, Scornes the incounter of so base a drudge.