Heywood, Thomas · published 1600 · first performed or written 1599 [1592-1599] (Annals) history · Derby's (Strange's) Men unassigned nearest T16 Gallantry: ladies, lordships and complim · 497 words
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Before the Citizens in our Guildhall, Master Recorder made a good Oration, Of thankful gentitude unto them all, Which they received with so kind respect, And love unto your royal majesty, As it appeared to us they sorrowed, Their bounty to your highness was no more, Lord Maior, thanks to yourself and them, And go ye with us now into the Tower, To see the order that we shall observe, In this so needful preparation, The better may you signify to them, What need there was of their benevolence. I'll wait upon your gracious majesty, Yet there is one thing that much grieveth me. aside. Go honest fellow, bear my trunks aboard, And tell the master i'll come presently. We will sir, but what Lady have we here? Belike she is of no mean countenance, That hath so many suitors waiting on her. Go one of you I pray ye, inquire her name, My honest friend, what Lady call ye this? Her name is mistress Shore, the king's beloved, A special friend to suitors at the court. Her name is mistress Shore the kings beloved, Where shall I hide my head, or stop mine ears. But like an owl I shall be wondered at? When she with me was wont to walk the streets, The people then as she did pass along, would say, there goes fair modest mistress Shore, When she attended like a City Dame, Was praised of matrons. So that Citizens, When they would speak of aught unto their wives Fetched their example still from mistress Shore, But now she goes decked in her courtly robes, This is not she, that once in seemly black, Was the chaste sober wife of Mathew Shore, For now she is King Edward's Concubine, Oh great ill title, honourable shame, Her good I had, but King her ill is thine, Once Shoares true wife, now Edward's Concubine, Amongst the rest i'll note her new behaviour. Good mistress Shore remember my son's life. What is thy name? My name is Thomas Air. There is his pardon signed by the King. In sign of humble hearty thankfulness, Take this in Angels twenty pound. What think ye, that I buy & sell for bribes, His highness favour, or his subjects blood? No, without gifts God grant I may do good, For all my good cannot redeem my ill, Yet to do good I will endeavour still. Yet all this good doth but guild over thy ill. Mistress the restitution of my lands, Taken perforce by his highness officers. The King is content your goods shall be restored, But the officers will hardly yield thereto, Yet be content, i'll see ye have no wrong. Thou canst not say to me so, I have wrong. Mistress good faith gin ye'll help me till my land, whilk the faulse loune Billie Grime of Glendale hauds wranfully frea me: i'll white your goodness with a bonny nag, sall swum away so deftly as the wind.
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Before the Citizens in our Guildhall, Maister Recorder made a good Oration, Of thankfull gentitude vnto them all, Which they receiued with so kind respect, And loue vnto your royall maiestie, As it appearde to vs they sorrowed, Their bountie to your highnesse was no more, Lord Maior, thanks to your selfe and them, And go ye with vs now into the Tower, To sée the order that we shall obserue, In this so needfull preparation, The better may you signifie to them, What need there was of their beneuolence. Ile waite vpon your gracious maiestie, Yet there is one thing that much grieueth me. aside. Go honest fellow, beare my trunks aboord, And tell the maister ile come presently. We wil sir, but what Ladie haue we here? Belike she is of no meane countenance, That hath so many sutors waiting on her. Go one of you I pray ye, enquire her name, My honest friend, what Ladie call ye this? Her name is mistris Shoare, the kings beloud, A speciall friend to sutors at the court. Her name is mistris Shoare the kings beloued, Where shall I hide my head, or stop mine eares. But like an owle I shall be wondred at? When she with me was wont to walk the stréets, The people then as she did passe along, would say, there goes faire modest mistris Shoare, When she attended like a Cittie Dame, Was praised of matrons. So that Cittizens, When they would speake of ought vnto their wiues Fetcht their example still from mistris Shoare, But now she goes deckt in her courtly robes, This is not shée, that once in séemely blacke, Was the chaste sober wife of Mathew Shoare, For now she is King Edwards Concubine, Oh great ill title, honourable shame, Her good I had, but King her ill is thine, Once Shoares true wife, now Edwards Concubine, Amongst the rest ile note her new behauiour. Good mistris Shoare remember my sons life. What is thy name? My name is Thomas Aire. There is his pardon signed by the King. In signe of humble heartie thankfulnes, Take this in Angels twentie pound. What thinke ye, that I buy & sell for bribes, His highnesse fauour, or his subiects bloud? No, without gifts God grant I may do good, For all my good cannot redéeme my ill, Yet to do good I willendeauour still. Yet all this good doth but guild ore thy ill. Mistris the restitution of my lands, Taken perforce by his highnesse officers. The King is content your goods shall be restorde, But the officers will hardly yéeld thereto, Yet bée content, ile see ye haue no wrong. Thou canst not say to mée so, I haue wrong. Mistris gude faith gin yeele helpe me till my laund, whilke the faulse loune Billie Grime of Glendale hauds wranfully frea me: ise white your gudenes with a bonnie uag, sall swum away so deftly as the winde.