Heywood, Thomas · published 1600 · first performed or written 1599 [1592-1599] (Annals) history · Derby's (Strange's) Men unassigned nearest T27 Uncles, nephews and cousins: kinship and · 501 words
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And to the Hospital my fostering place, An hundred pound a year I give for ever, Likewise in memory of me Iohn Crosbie In Bishopsgate street a poor house have I built, And as my name have called it Crosbie house, And whenas God shall take me from this life, In little S. Helen's will I be buried: All this declares, I boast not of my birth, But found on earth, I must return to earth. But God for his pity I forget myself, The King my Sovereign Lord will come anon, And nothing is as yet in readiness. Where are ye cousin Shore? nay where is Mistress Shore? Oh I am sorry that she stays so long, See what it is to be a widower, And lack a Lady Majoress in such need. Oh are ye come? welcome good cousin Shore, But you indeed are welcome gentle Niece. Needs must you be our Lady Majoress now, And help us, or else we are shamed for ever, Good cousin still thus am I bold with you. With all my heart my Lord, & thank ye too, That you do please to use our homely help. Why see how neatly she bestirs herself, And in good sooth makes housewifery to shine? Ah had my Lady Majoress lived to see Fair Mistress Shore thus beautify her house, She would have been not little proud thereof. Well my Lord Maior I thank you for that flout, But let his Highness now come when he please, All things are in a perfect readiness. The more am I beholding Niece to you, That take such pains to save our credit now: My servants are so slack, his Majesty, Might have been here before we were prepared, But peace here comes his Highness. Now my Lord Maior, have we not kept our word? Because we could not stay to dine with you: At our departure hence, we promised, First food we tasted at our back return, Should be with you, still yielding hearty thanks, To you and all our London Citizens, For the great service which you did perform Against that bold faced rebel Falconbridge. My gracious Lord what then we did, We did account no more than was our duty, Thereto obliged by true subic as zeal, And may he never live that not defends, The honour of his king and country: Next thank I God, it likes your Majesty, To bless my poor roof, with your royal presence, To me could come no greater happiness. Thanks good Lord Maior, but where's my Lady Majoress, I hope that she will bid us welcome too. she would my Liege, and with no little joy, Had she but lived to see this blessed day, But in her freed this Gentle woman here, My Cousin's wife, that office will supply: How say you mistress Shore? How? mistress Shore? what not his wife That did refuse his knighthood at our hand? The very same my Lord and here he is.
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And to the Hospitall my fostering place, An hundred pound a yeare I giue for euer, Likewise in memorie of me Iohn Crosbie In Bishopgate stréete a poore house haue I built, And as my name haue called it Crosbie house, And when as God shall take me from this life, In little S. Hellens will I be buried: All this declares, I boast not of my birth, But found on earth, I must returne to earth. But God for his pittie I forget my selfe, The King my Soueraigne Lord wil come anone, And nothing is as yet in readines. Where are ye cosin Shoare? nay where is Mistris Shoare? Oh I am sory that shee staies so long, See what it is to be a widower, And lacke a Ladie Maioresse in such need. Oh are ye come? welcome good Cosin Shoare, But you indéed are welcome gentle Niece. Needs must you be our Ladie Maioresse now, And helpe vs, or else we are shamde for euer, Good Cosin still thus am I bolde with you. With all my heart my Lord, & thank ye too, That you do please to vse our homely help. Why sée how neatly she bestirs her selfe, And in good sooth makes huswifery to shine? Ah had my Ladie Maioresse liu'de to see Faire Mistresse Shoare thus beautifie her house, She would haue beene not little proud thereof. Well my Lord Maior I thanke you for that flout, But let his Highnesse now come when he please, All things are in a perfect readines. The more am I beholding Niece to you, That take such paines to saue our credit now: My seruants are so slacke, his Maiestie, Might haue béene here before we were preparde, But peace here comes his Highnes. Now my Lord Maior, haue we not kept our word? Because we could not stay to dine with you: At our departure hence, we promised, First food we tasted at our backe returne, Should be with you, still yeelding heartie thanks, To you and all our London Cittizens, For the great seruice which you did performe Against that bold de rebell Falconbridge. My gracious Lord what then we did, We did account no more then was our dutie, Thereto obliged by true subic as zeale, And may he neuer liue that not defends, The honor of his king and countrie: Next thanke I God, it likes your Maiestie, To blesse my poore roofe, with your royall presence, To me could come no greater happines. Thanks good Lord Maior, but wheres my Ladie Maioresse, I hope that she will bid vs welcome too. Shee would my Liedge, and with no little ioy, Had shée but liud to see this blessed day, But in her sreed this Gentle woman here, My Cosins wife, that office will supply: How say you mresse Shoare? How? mistresse Shoare? what not his wife That did refuse his knighthood at our hand? The verie same my Lord and here hée is.