Heywood, Thomas · published 1600 · first performed or written 1599 [1592-1599] (Annals) history · Derby's (Strange's) Men unassigned nearest T0 Court life: dukes, favour and honour · 489 words
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Didst thou see his Highness? By my holidame, that's the best term thou gav'st him yet, he's high enough, but he has put poor King Harry low enough. How low hath he put him? Nay, I cannot tell, but he has put him down, for he has got the crown, much good do't him with it. Amen, I like thy talk so well, I would I knew thy name. Dost thou not know me? No. Then thou knowest nobody: didst never hear of Iohn Hobs the Tanner of Tamworth? Not till now I promise thee, but now I like thee well. So do not I thee, I fear thou art some out-rider, that lives by taking of purses here on Basset's heath, but I fear thee not, for I have wared all my money in Cowhides, at Colesill market, and my man & my mare are hard by at the hill foot. s that thy grey mare thats tide at the stile with the hes on her backe': That's Brocke my mare, and there's Dun my nag, and Dadgeon my man. There's neither man nor horse, but only one mare. God's blue bodkin, has the knave served me so? farewell, I may lose his, horns, and mare & all, by prating with thee. Tarry man, tarry, they'll sooner take my gelding than thy gray mare, for I have tide mine by her. That will I see afore i'll take your word. I'll bear thee company. I had as lief go alone: Now on my troth the Queen shoots passing well. So did the Duchess when she was as young. Age shakes the hand, and shoots both wide & short: What have they given us? S●re rose nobles lust: The Queen gave four. True, and the Duchess twain. O were we ever so paid for our pain. Tut, had the King come, as they said he would, he would have rained upon us showers of gold. Why he is hunting somewhere here about, let's first go drink, and then go seek him out. How sayst thou Tanner, wilt thou take my courser for thy mare? Courser callst thou him? so ill mought I fare, thy skittish jade will never abide, to carry my leather, my horns nor hide. But if I were so mad to scorce, what boot wouldst thou give nice? May boot, that's boot worthy, I look for boot of thee. Ha, ha, a merry jig, why man, Brocke my mare knows ha and ree, and will stand when I cry ho, and let me get up and down, and make water when I do. I'll give thee a Noble if I like her pace, lay thy Cowhides in my saddle, and let's jog towards Drayton. It's out of my way, but I begin to like thee well. Thou wilt like me better before we do part, I pray thee tell me, what say they of the King?
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Didst thou see his Highnesse? By my hollidae, thats the best tearme thou gaust him yet, hees high inough, but hee has put poore King Harrie low inough. How low hath he put him? Nay, I cannot tel, but he has put him down, for he has got the crowne, much good doot him with it. Amen, I like thy talk so wel, I would I knew thy name. Dost thou not know mee? No. Then thou knowest no bodie: didst neuer heare of Iohn Hobs the Tanner of am worth? Not till now I promise thee, but now I like thee wel. So do not I thee, I feare thou art some out-rider, that liues by taking of purses here on Basses heath, but I feare thée nt, for I haue wared all my money in Cowhides, at Colesill market, and my man & my mare are hard by at the hill foote. s that thy grey mare thats tide at the stile with the hes on her backe': Thats Brocke my mare, and theres Dunne my nag, and Dadgeon my man. Theres neither man nor horse, but onely one mare. Gods blw budkin, has the knaue serud me so? farewel, may loose hs, horns, and mare & all, by prating with thee. arry man, tarry, thle sooner take my gelding then thy grav mare, for I ue tide mine by her. That will I see afore ile take your word. Il beare thée companie. I had as lieue go alone: ow on my troth the Queene shoots passing wel. So did the Dutchesse when she was as young. Age ss the hand, and shoots both wide & short: What haue they giuen vs? Sre rose nobles lust: The Queene gaue foure. True, and the Dutchesse twaine. O were we euer so paide for our paine. ut, had the King come, as they said he would, he haue rade vpon vs showres of gold. Why he is hunting some where here about, lets first go drinke, and then go seeke him out. How st thou Tanner, wilt thou take my cour st for thy mare? Courser callst thou him? so ill mought I fare, thy skittish iade will neuer abide, to carry my lether, my hornes nor hide. But if I were so mad to scorce, what boote wouldst thou giue nice? May boote, thats boote woorthie, I looke for boot of thée. Ha, ha, a merrie Iigge, why man, Brocke my mare knowes ha and ree, and will stand when I crie ho, and let me get vp and downe, and make water when I doe. Ile giue thee a Noble if I like her pace, lay thy Cowbides in my saddle, and lets iog towards Drayton. It's out of my way, but I begin to like thee well. Thou wilt like me better before we doe part, I pray thée tell ee, what say they of the King?