Heywood, Thomas · published 1600 · first performed or written 1599 [1592-1599] (Annals) history · Derby's (Strange's) Men unassigned nearest T57 Ships, merchants and pirates · 508 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T57: ship, sea, master, sail, home, money, pisaro, life, ships, till.
Thou go with me Iane, oh God forbid, That I should be a traitor to my King, Shall I become a felon to his pleasures, And fly away as guilty of the theft? No my dear Iane, I say it may not be, Oh what have subjects that is not their kings, He not examine his prerogative. Why then sweet Mat. let me entreat thee stay, What is't with Edward that I cannot do? I'll make thee wealthier than ere Richard was, That entertained the three greatest kings in Europe, And feasted them in London on a day Ask what thou wilt, were it a million, That may content thee, thou shalt have it Shore. Indeed this were some comfort to a man, That tasted want or worldly misery, But I have lost what wealth cannot return, All worldly losses are but toys to mine, Oh, all my wealth, the loss of thee was more, Than ever time or Fortune can restore. Therefore sweet Iane farewell, once thou wast mine, Too rich for me, and that King Edward knew, Adieu, oh world, he shall deceived be, That puts his trust in women or in thee. Ah Shore farewell, poor heart in death i'll tell, I ever loud thee Shore, farewell, farewell. Having awaked forth of their sleepy dens, Our droury Cannons, which ere long shall charm The watchful French, with deaths eternal sleep, And all things else in readiness for France, A while we will give truce unto our care, There is a merry Tanner near at hand, With whom we mean to be a little merry. Therefore Lord Maior, and you my other friends, I must entreat you not, to knowledge me, No man stand bare, all as companions, Give me a Cloak, that I may be disguised, Tom Sellinger, go thou and take another, So Tanner, now come when ye please, we are provided, And in good time, see he is come already. Tom Sellenger, go thou and meet him. What Iohn Hobs? welcome i'faith to court, Gramercies honest Tom, where is the hangman Ned? where is that mad rascal, shall I not see him? See where he stands, that same is he. What Ned? a plague found thee, how dost thou for a villain? how dost thou mad Rogue, and how, and how? In health Iohn Hobs, and very glad to see thee, But say, what wind drove thee to London. Ah Ned, I was brought hither with a whirlwind man, my son, my son, did I not tell thee I had a knave to my son? Yes Tanner, what of him? Faith he's in Caperdoche Ned, in Stafford Goal, for a robbery, and is like to be hanged, except thou get the King to be more miserable to him. If that be all Tanner, i'll warrant him, I will procure his pardon of the King. Wilt thou Ned? for those good words, see what my Daughter Nell hath sent thee, a handkercher wrought with as good Couentrie silk blue thread as ever thou sawest.
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Thou go with mee Iane, oh God forbid, That I should be a traitour to my King, Shall I become a fellon to his pleasures, And flie away as guiltie of the theft? No my deere Iane, I say it may not bee, Oh what haue subiects that is not their kings, He not examine his prerogatiue. Why then swéet Mat. let me intreat thée stay, What ist with Edward that I cannot do? Ile make thee wealthier then ere Richard was, That entertaind the thrée greatst kings in Europe, And feasted them in London on a day Aske what thou wilt, were it a million, That may content thée, thou shalt haue it Shoare. Indeed this were some comfort to a man, That tasted want or worldly miserie, But I haue lost what wealth cannot returne, All worldly losses are but toyes to mine, Oh, all my wealth, the losse of thee was more, Then euer time or Fortune can restore. Therfore swéet Iane farewell, once thou wast mine, Too rich for me, and that King Edward knewe, Adiew, oh world, he shall deceiued bee, That puts his trust in women or in thee. Ah Shoare farewel, poore heart in death ile tell, I euer loude thée Shoare, farewell, farewell. Hauing awakte forth of their sléepis dens, Our drourie Cannons, which ere long shal charme The watchfull French, with deaths eternall sléepe, And all things else in readinesse for France, A while we will giue truce vnto our care, There is a merrie Tanner néere at hand, With whom we meane to be a little merrie. Therefore Lord Maior, and you my other friends, I must intreat you not, to knowledge me, No man stand bare, all as companions, Giue me a Cloake, that I may be disguisd, Tom Sellinger, go thou and take another, So Tanner, now come when yee please, we are prouided, And in good time, see hee is come alreadie. Tom Sellenger, go thou and meete him. What Iohn Hobs? welcome ifaith to court, Gramercies honest Tom, where is the hangman Ned? where is that mad rascall, shall I not see him? See where he stands, that same is hee. What Ned? a plague found thee, how dost thou for a villaine? how dost thou madde Kogue, and how, and how? In health Iohn Hobs, and verie glad to see thee, But say, what winde droue thee to London. Ah Ned, I was brought hither with a whirlewinde man, my sonne, my sonne, did I not tell thee I had a knaue to my sonne? Yes Tanner, what of him? Faith hees in Caperdoche Ned, in Stafford Goale, for a robberie, and is like to be hangde, except thou get the King to be more miserable to him. If that be all Tanner, ile warrant him, I will procure his pardon of the King. Wilt thou Ned? for those good words, see what my Daughter Nell hath sent thee, a handkercher wrought with as good Couentrie silke blew threed as euer thou sawest.