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 · 495 words
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God send ye good standing, and good striking, and fat flesh, see if all Gentle women be not alike when their black face be on, I took the Queen, as I am true Tanner, for mistress Ferris. Soft, who comes here, more knaves yet? Ho good fellow, sawst thou not the King? No good fellow, I saw no King, which King dost thou ask for. Why King Edward, what King is there else? There's another King and ye could hit on him, one Harrie, one Harrie, and by our Lady they say, he's the honester man of the two. Sirrah beware you speak not treason. What if I do? Then thou'lt be hanged. A dog's death, I'll not meddle with it, for by my troth I know not when I speak treason, when I do not, there's such halting betwixt two Kings, that a man cannot go upright, but he shall offend tone of them, I would God had them both for me. Well, thou sawst not the King? No, is he in the country? es hunting here at Drayton Basset. The devil he is, God bless his Mastership: I saw a woman here that they said was the Queen, she's as like my daughter, but my daughter is the fairer, as ever I see. Fare well fellow, speak well of the King, God make him an honest man, I hope that's well spoken, for byth' mouse foot, some give him hard words, whether be serves 'em or not, let him look to that, i'll meddle of my cow hide, and let the world slide. The devil in a dung cart, how these roisters swarm in the country now the King is so near? God liver me from this, for this looks like a cheese, but a man cannot tell amongst these Courtnoles whose true. Holla my friend, good fellow pray thee stay. No such matter, I have more haste of my way. If thou be a good fellow, let me borrow a word. My purse thou meanest, I am no good fellow, and I pray God thou be'st not one. Why? dost thou not love a good fellow? No, good fellows be thieves. Dost thou think I am one? Thought is free, and thou art not my ghostly father. I mean thee no harm. Who knows that but thyself? I pray God he spy not my purse. On my troth I mean she none. Upon thy oath i'll stay: now, what sayst thou to me? Speak quickly, for my company stays for me beneath at the next style. The King is hunting hereabouts, didst thou see his Majesty? His majesty, what's that? his horse, or his mare? Tush, I mean his Grace. Grace quotha? pray God he have any: which King dost thou choir for? Why for King Edward, know'st thou any more Kings than one? I know not so many, for I tell thee I know none, marry I hear of King Edward.
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God send yée-good standing, and good striking, and fat flesh, sée if all Gentle women be not alike when their blacke facce be on, I tooke the Quéene, as I am true Tanner, for mistris Ferris. Soft, who comes here, more knaues yet? Ho good fellow, saw thou not the King? No good fellow, I saw no King, which King doost thou aske for. Why King Edward, what King is there else? Theres another King and ye could hit on him, one Harrie, one Harrie, and by our Ladie they say, hees the honester man of the two. Sirra beware you speake not treason. What if I doe? Then thoult be hangde. A dogs death, le not meddle with it, for by my troth I know not when I speake treason, when I do not, theres such halting betwirt two Kings, that a man cannot goe vpright, but he shal offend tone of them, I would God had them both for me. Well, thou sawst not the King? No, is he in the countrie? es hunting here at Drayton Basset. The deuill he is, God blesse his Mastership: I saw a woman here that they said was the Quéene, shees as like my daughter, but my daughter is the fairer, as euer I sée. Fare well fellow, speake well of the King, God make him an honest man, I hope thats well spoken, for byth mouse foot, some giue him hard words, whether be rues vm or not, let him looke to that, ile meddle of my cow hide, and let the world slide. The diuell in a dung cart, how these roysters swarme in the trie now the King is so neere? God liuer me from this, for this like a heese, but a man cannot tell amongst these Courtnoles whose true. olla my friend, good fellow pre thée stay. No such matter, I haue more haste of my way. If thou be a good fellow, let me borrow a word. My purse thou meanest, I am no good fellow, and I pray God thou beest not one. Why? dost thou not loue a good fellow? No, good fellowes be theeues. Dost thou thinke I am one? Thought is frée, and thou art not my ghostly father. I meane thée no harme. Who knowes that but thy selfe? I pray God he spie not my purse. On my troth I meane shee none. Upon thy oth ile stay: now, what saist thou to me? Speake quickly, for my companie staies for me beneath at the next stile. The King is hunting hereabouts, didst thou see his Maiestie? His maiestie, whats that? his horse, or his mare? Tush, I meane his Grace. Grace quotha? pray God he haue any: which King dost thou quire for? Why for King Edward, knowst thou anie more Kings then one? I know not so many, for I tel thee I know none, marrie I heare of King Edward.