Heywood, Thomas · published 1600 · first performed or written 1599 [1592-1599] (Annals) history · Derby's (Strange's) Men unassigned nearest T52 Prodigals, portions and poor kin · 499 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T52: brother, father, uncle, cousin, son, poor, bread, old, given, master.
Yes truly sir, 'tis so. I cannot help it, a God's name let her go, You cannot help it Uncle, no, nor you, Where kings are meddlers, meaner men must rue. I storm against it? no, farewell lane Shore. Once thou wast mine, but must be so no more. Gone to the Court? Yet uncle will ye rage? Let mine example your high heat assuage. To note offences in a mighty man, It is enough, amend it he that can, Frank Emersley, my wife thy sister was, Lands, goods and all I have, to thee I pass, Save that poor portion must along with me, To bear me from this badge of obloquy, It never shall be said that Mathew Shore, A king's dishonour in his bonnet wore. Good brother. Strive not to change me, for I am resolved, And will not tarry. England fare thou well, And Edward, for requiting me so well, But dare I speak of him? forbear, forbear, Come Frank I will surrender all to thee, And then abroad, where ere my fortune be And have our country subjects been so frank And bountiful in their benevolence, Toward our present expedition? Thanks cousin Howard for thy pains herein: We will have letters sent to every Shire Of thankful gratitude, that they may know, How highly we respect their gentleness. One thing my L. I had well near forgot, Your pleasant host the Tanner of Tamworth. What of him cousin? He was right liberal, I twenty old Angels did he send your Grace, And others seeing him so bountiful, Stretched further than otherwise they had done. Trust me I must requite that honest Tanner. Oh had he kept his word, and come to Court, Then in good sadness we had had good sport. That is not long my L. which comes at last he's come to London, on an earnest cause, His son lies prisoner in Safford jail, And is condemned for a robbery. Your highness pardoning his sons offence, May yield the Tanner no mean recompense. But who hath seen him since he came to town? My Lord in Holborn 'twas my hap to see him Gazing about, I sent away my men, And clapping on one of their livery cloaks, Came to him, and the Tanner knew we strait, How dost thou Tom? and how doth Ned quoth he That honest merry hangman, how doth he? I knowing that your Majesty intended This day in person to come to the Tower, There bade him meet me, where Ned and I, Would bring him to the presence of the King, And there procure a pardon for his son. Have then a care we be not seen of him, Until we be provided for the purpose, Because once more we'll have a little sport, Tom Sellinger, let that care be yours. I warrant ye my Lord let me alone. Welcome L. Maior, what have you signified Our thankfulness unto our Citizens, For their late gathered benevolence?
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Yes truely sir, tis so. I cannot helpe it, a Gods name let her goe, You cannot helpe it Vnckle, no, nor you, Where kings are medlers, meaner men must rue. I storme against it? no, farewell lane Shoare. Once thou wast mine, but must be so no more. Gone to the Court? Yet vnckle will ye rage? Let mine example your high heat asswage. To note offences in a mightie man, It is inough, amend it he that can, Franke Emersley, my wife thy sister was, Lands, goods and all I haue, to thée I passe, Saue that poore portion must along with me, To beare me from this badge of obloquie, It neuer shall be said that Mathew Shoare, A Kings dishonour in his bonnet wore. Good brother. Striue not to change me, for I am resolud, And will not tarrie. England fare thou well, And Edward, for requiting me so well, But dare I speake of him? forbeare, forbeare, Come Franke I will surrender all to thee, And then abroad, where ere my fortune be And haue our countrie subiects béene so franke And bountifull in their beneuolence, Toward our present expedition? Thanks Cosin Howard for thy paines herein: We will hae letters sent to euerie Shire Of thankfull gratitude, that they may know, How highly we respect their gentlenes. One thing my L. I had wel néere forgot, Your pleasant hoast the Tanner of Tamworth. What of him Cosin? Hee was right liberall, I wentie old Angels did he send your Grace, And others séeing him so bountifull, Stretcht further then otherwise they had done. Trust me I must requite that honest Tanner. Oh had he kept his word, and come to Court, Then in good sadnesse we had had good sport. That is not long my L. which comes at last Hees come to London, on an earnest cause, His sonne lies prisoner in Safford Iayle, And is condemned for a robberie. Your Highnesse pardoning his sonnes ffence, May yéeld the Tanner no meane recompence. But who hath séen him since he came to rowne? My Lord in Holborne twas my hap to sée him Gazing about, I sent away my men, And clapping on one of their liuerie cloak, Came to him, and the Tanner knew we straite, How dost thou Tom? and how doth Ned quoth he That honest merrie hangman, how doth he? I knowing that your Maiestie entended This day in person to come to the Tower, There bad him méete me, where Ned and I, Would bring him to the presence of the King, And there procure a pardon for his sonne. Haue then a care we be not séene of him, Vntill we bée prouided for the purpose, Because once more wéele haue a little sport, Tom Sellinger, let that care be yours. I warrant yée my Lord let me alone. Welcome L. Maior, what haue you signified Our thankfulnes vnto our Citizens, For their ate gathered beneuolence?