Heywood, Thomas · published 1600 · first performed or written 1599 [1592-1599] (Annals) history · Derby's (Strange's) Men unassigned nearest T13 Knights, squires and ladies · 494 words
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And I perhaps may wear it for her sake, In better presence than thou art aware off, How Ned, a better present? that canst thou not have for silk, cloth, and workmanship, why Nell made it man. But Ned? is not the King in this company, what he in the long beard and the red petticoat? before God I misdoubt Ned that is the King, I know it by my Lord what ye calls players. How by them Tanner? Ever when they play an interlude or a Commodity at Tamworth, the King always is in a long beard, and a red gown like him, therefore I 'spect him to be the King No trust me Tanner, this is not the King, but thou shalt see the King before thou goest, and have a pardon for thy son too with thee. This man is the Lord Maior, Lord Maior of London, here was the Recorder too, but he is gone. What nicknames these courtnolls have? Mare and Corder quotha? we have no such at Lichfield, there is the honest Bailiff and his brethren, such words 'gree best with us. My Lord Maior, I pray ye for my sake, to bid this honest Tanner welcome. You are welcome my honest friend, In sign whereof I pray you see my house, And sup with me this night. I thank ye good goodman Masor, but I care not for no meat, my stomach is like to a sick swine's, that will neither eat nor drink, till she know what shall become of her pig. Ned and Tom, you promised me a good turn when I came to Court, either do it now, or go hang yourselves. No sooner comes the King, but I will do it. I warrant thee Tanner, fear not thy sons life. Nay, I fear not his life, I fear his death. All health and happiness to my Sovereign. The Master of Saint Katherine's hath marred all: Out alas that ever I was borne. Look to the Tanner there, he takes no harm, I would not have him (for my crown) miscarry. Let me come to him by my king's good leave, Here's ginger honest man, bite it. Bite ginger, bite ginger, bite a dog's date, I am but a dead man, ah my Liege, that you should deal so with a poor well meaning man, but it makes no matter, I can but die. But when Tanner canst thou tell? Nay even when you please, for I have so defended ye, by calling ye plain Ned, mad rogue and rascal, that I know you'll have me hanged. Therefore make no more ado, but send me down to Stafford, and there a God's name hang me with my son. And here's another as honest as yourself, you made me call him plain Tom, I warrant his name is Thomas, and some man of worship too, therefore let's to it, even when and where ye will.
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And I perhaps may weare it for her sake, In better presence then thou art aware off, How Ned, a better present? that canst thou not haue for silke, cloath, and workemanship, why Nell made it man. But Ned? is not the King in this companie, wshat hee in the long beard and the redde petticoate? before God I misooubt Ned that is the King, I know it by my Lord what ye cals players. How by them Tanner? Euer when they play an Enterloute or a Commodity at Tamworth, the King alwaies is in a long beard, and a red gowne like him, therefore I spekt him to be the King No trust me Tanner, this is not the King, but thou shalt see the King before thou goest, and haue a pardon for thy sonne too with thee. This man is the Lord Maior, Lord Maior of London, héere was the Recorder too, but hee is gone. What Nicnames these courtnoles haue? Mare and Corder quotha? we haue no such at Liechfield, there is the honest Bayliffe and his brethren, such words grée best with vs. My Lord Maior, I pray ye for my sake, to bidde this honest Tanner welcome. You are welcome my honest friend, In signe whereof I pray you see my house, And suppe with mee this night. I thanke yee good goodman Masor, but I care not for no meate, my stomacke is like to a sicke swines, that will neither eate nor drinke, till shée know what shal become of her pigge. Ned and Tom, you promisde me a good turne when I came to Court, either doo it now, or go hang your selues. No sooner comes the King, but I will doo it. I warrant thee Tanner, feare not thy sonnes life. Nay, I feare not his life, I feare his death. All health and happinesse to my Soueraigne. The Maister of Saint Katherines hath marde all: Out alas that euer I was borne. Looke to the Tanner there, he takes no harme, I would not haue him (for my crowne) miscarrie. Let me come to him by my kings good leaue, Heres ginger honest man, bite it. Bite ginger, bite ginger, bite a dogs date, I am but a dead man, ah my Liedge, that you should deale so with a poore well meaniug man, but it makes no matter, I can but die. But when Tanner canst thou tell? Nay euen when you please, for I haue so defended ye, by calling ye plaine Ned, mad rogue and rascall, that I know youle haue me hangde. Therefre make no more adoe, but send me downe to Stafford, and there a Gods name hang me with my sonne. And heres another as honest as your selfe, you made me call him plaine Tom, I warrant his name is Thomas, and some man of worship too, therfore lets to it, euen when and where ye will.