Heywood, Thomas · published 1600 · first performed or written 1599 [1592-1599] (Annals) history · Derby's (Strange's) Men unassigned nearest T42 English historical figures: a mixed clus · 501 words
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Sir Humphrey Bows may take the most conceit, But what's the end, the King will have his pleasure? Good news my boys, Harrie the sixth is dead, peruse that letter: sirrah, drink you that, gives his purse, and stay not but post back again for life, and thank my brother Gloster for his news, commend me to him, i'll see him tomorrow night. How like ye it sirs? O passing well my Liege, you may be merry for these happy news. The merrier with our host the Tanner Tom, My Lord take you that letter to the Ladies, Bid them be merry with that second course, And if we see them not before we go, Pray them to journey easily after us, we'll post to London, so good night my Lord. Come Nell, come daughter, is your hands and your face washed? I forsooth Father. Ye must be cleanly I tell ye, for there comes a courtnoll hither tonight, the king's master ships Butler, Ned, a spruce youth, but beware ye be not in love nor overtaken by him, for Courtiers be slippery lads. No forsooth father. God's blessing on thee, that half years schooling at Lichfield, was better to thee then house and land, it has put such manners into thee, I forsooth and no forsooth at every word, ye have a clean smock on. I like your apparel well, is supper ready? I forsooth father. Have we a good barley bagpudding, a piece of fat Bacon, a good cow heel, a hard cheese, and a brown loaf. All this forsooth, and more, ye shall have a posset, but indeed the rats have spoiled your hard cheese. Now the devil choke them, so they have eat me a farthing candle the other night. What master master. How now knave, what fairest thou Dudgeon? Here's guests come, where's Helen? What guests be they? A courtnoll, one Ned the king's Butcher he says, and his friends too. Ned the king's butcher? ha, ha, the king's butler, take their horses, and walk them, and bid them come near house, Nell lay the cloth, and clap supper o'th' board. Mas here's Ned indeed and another misproud ruffian, Welcome Ned, I like thy honesty, thou keepest promise. i'faith honest Tanner, i'll ever keep promise with thee, pray thee bid my friend welcome. By my troth ye are both welcome to Tamwoorth: friend I know not your name. My name is Tom Twist? Believe ye that list: but ye are welcome both, and I like you both well but for one thing. What's that? Nay that I keep to myself, for I sigh to see and think, that pride brings many one to extraction. Pre thee tell us thy meaning. Troth I doubt ye near came truly by all these gay rags. 'tis not your bare wages and thin fees ye have of the King, can keep ye thus fine, but either ye must rob the King privily, or his subjects openly, to maintain your probicality.
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Sir Humphrey Bowes may take the most conceit, But whats the end, the King will haue his pleasure? Good newes my boyes, Harrie the sixt is dead, peruse that letter: sirra, drinke you that, giues his purse, and stay not but poste backe againe for life, and thanke my brother Gloster for his newes, commende me to him, ile see him to morrow night. How like yée it sirs? O passing well my Liege, you may be merrie for these happie newes. The merrier with our host the Tanner Tom, My Lord take you that letter to the Ladies, Bidde them be merrie with that second course, And if wee see them not before wee goe, Pray them to iourney easily after vs, Wéele post to London, so good night my Lord. Come Nell, come daughter, is your hands and your face washed? I forsooth Father. Yee must bee cleanely I tell yee, for there comes a Courtnole hither to night, the kings master ships Butler, Ned, a spruce youth, but beware ye be not in loue nor ouertaken by him, for Courtiers be slipperie lads. No forsooth father. Gods blessing on thee, that halfe yéeres schooling at Liechfield, was better to thee then house and land, it has put such manners into thee, I forsooth and no forsooth at euerie word, yee haue a cleane smocke on. I like your apparrel well, is supper readie? I forsooth father. Haue wee a good barley bagpudding, a péece of fat Bacon, a good cow heele, a hard cheese, and a browne loafe. All this forsooth, and more, yee shall haue a posset, but indeed the rats haue spoyled your hard cheese. Now the dtuell choake them, so they haue eate mee a farthing candle the other night. What maister maister. How now knaue, what faist thou Dudgeon? Heres guests come, wheres Hellen? What guests be they? A courtnole, one Ned the kings Butcher he sapes, and his friends too. Ned the kings butcher? ha, ha, the kings butler, take their horses, and walke them, and bid them come neare house, Nell lay the cloth, and clap supper oth brd. Mas heres Ned indeed and another misproud uffian, Welcome Ned, I like thy honestie, thou keepest promise. I faith honest Tanner, ile euer keep promise with thée, pre thee bid my friend welcome. By my troth ye are both welcome to Tamwoorth: friend I know not your name. My name is Tom Twist? Beleeue ye that list: but ye are welcome both, and I like you both well but for one thing. Whats that? Nay that I keepe to my selfe, for I sigh to see and thinke, that pride brings many one to erion. Pre thee tell v thy meaning. Troth I doubt ye nere came truly by all these gay ragges. Tis not your bare wages and thinne fs yee haue of the King, can keepe ye thus fine, but eyther yee must rob the King priuily, or his subiectes openly, to maintaine your probicallitie.