Heywood, Thomas · published 1600 · first performed or written 1599 [1592-1599] (Annals) history · Derby's (Strange's) Men unassigned nearest T47 Knaves, thieves and bawds · 505 words
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God save your honour, Here I present unto you my Lord Maior, A pair of rebels, whom I did espy As I was busy grinding at my mill, And taking them for vagrant idle kucs, That had beset some trueman from his house, I came to keep the peace, but afterward, Found that it was the bastard Falconbridge, And this his mate together by the ears, The one, for all that I could do, escaped, The other standeth at your mercy here. It is the rebel Spicing. It is indeed? I see you are not blind, you know me then. Well miller, thou hast done a subjects part, And worthily deservest that recompense Is publicly proclaimed by the King, But what's this other? I have seen his face, And as I take it, he is one of them. I must confess, I took them both together, he aided me to apprehend the rest. A tells you true my Lord, I am Chubb the Chandler, and I curse the time that ever I saw their faces, for if they had not been, I had lived an honest man in mine own country, and never come to this, Out rogue, dost thou recant for fear of death? I Major, I am he that sought to cut your throat, And since I have miscarried in the fact, I'll near deny it, do the worst you can. Bring him a way, he shall have martial law, and at the next tree we do come unto, Be hanged to rid the world of such a wretch. Miller thy duty is a thousand marks, Which must be shared betwixt thee and this poor fellow, that did reveal him. And sirrah, your life is saved on this condition, that you hang up Spicing, how sayst thou, wilt thou do it? Will I do it? what a question is that? I would hang him if he were my father to save mine own life. Then when ye have done it, come home to my house, and there ye truly shall have your reward. Well sirrah, than thou must be my hangman? I by my troth sir, for fault of a better. Well, commend me to little Pim, and pray her to redeem my pande hose, they lie at the blue Boar for eleven pence, and if my hostess will have the other odd penny, tell her she is a damned bawd, and there is no truth in her score. Take no thought sir for your panned hose, they are lousy, and not worth the redeeming. There is a Constable sticks in my mind, he got my sword from me, that night I should have killed black Ralph, if I had lived, I would have been meet with him. ay sir, but here's a thing shall take an order for that. commend me to black Luce, bouncing Bess, & lusty Kate, and the other pretty morsels of man's flesh. Farewell Pink and Pinnace, Flibote, and carvel, Turnbull, and Spittle, I die like a man.
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God saue your honour, Here I present vnto you my Lord Maior, A paire of rebels, whom I did espie As I was busie grinding at my mill, And taking them for vagrant idle kucs, That had beset some trueman from his house, I came to kéepe the peace, but afterward, Found that it was the bastard Falconbridge, And this his mate together by the eares, The one, for all that I could doo, escapte, The other standeth at your mercie here. It is the rebell Spicing. It is indeed? I see you are not blind, you know mee then. Wel miller, thou hast done a subics part, And worthily deserust that recompence Is publikely proclaimed by the King, But whats this other? I haue séene his face, And as I take it, he is one of them. I must confesse, I tooke them both togither, ee ayded me to apprehend the rest. A telles you true my Lord, I am Chub the Chaundler, and I curse the time that euer I saw their faces, for if they had not been, I had liude an honest man in mine own countrie, and neuer come to this, Out rogue, dost thou recant for feare of death? I Maor, I am he that sought to cut your thrpate, And since I haue miscaried in the fact, Ile néere denie it, do the worst you can. Bring him a way, he shall haue martiall law, and at the next tree we do come vnto, Be hangde to rid the world of such a wretch. Miller thy dutie is a thousand markes, Which must be sharde bet wixt thée and this poore fellow, that did reueale him. And sirra, your life is saude on this condition, that you hang vp Spicing, how saist thou, wilt thou do it? Will I doe it? what a question is that? I would hang him if he were my father to saue mine own life. Then when yée haue done it, come home to my house, and there ve truly shall haue your reward. Well sirra, then thou must be my hangman? I by my troth sir, for fault of a better. Well, commend me to little Pim, and pray her to redme my pande hose, they lie at the blew Bore for eleuen pence, and if my hostesse wil haue the other odde penie, tell her she is a damned bawde, and there is no truth in her score. Take no thought sir for your pande hose, they are lowsie, and not worth the redéeming. There is a Constable stickes in my minde, he got my sword from me, that night I should haue killed blacke Ralph, if I had ude, I would haue béene meete with him. I sir, but heres a thing shall take an order for that. Cemmend me to blacke Luce, bouncing Besse, & lustie ate, and the other pretie morsels of mans flesh. Farewell Pinke and Pinnesse, libote, and Caruell, Turnbuil, and Spittle, I die like a man.