Heywood, Thomas · published 1600 · first performed or written 1599 [1592-1599] (Annals) history · Derby's (Strange's) Men unassigned nearest T45 Widows, wooing and remarriage · 499 words
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Tanner attend, not only do we pardon thee, But in all princely kindness welcome thee, And thy sons trespass do we pardon too, o'er go and see that forthwith it be drawn, Under our seal of England, as it ought, And forty pounds we give thee to defray Thy charges in thy coming up to London. Now Tanner, what sayst thou to us? Marry you speak like an honest man, if you mean as you say. we mean it Tanner, on our royal word. Now master of S. Katherine's, what would you? My gracious Lord, the great benevolence, (Though small to that your subjects could afford, Of poor S. Katherine's do I bring your grace,) Five hundred pounds here have they sent by me. For the easier portage, all in Angel gold, What this good widow mistress Norton will, She comes herself, and brings her gift with her. Pardon me gracious Lord, presumption, Nor over weening in mine own conceit, Makes me thus bold to come before your Grace, But love and duty to your majesty: And great desire to see my Lord the King, Our master here spoke of benevolence, And said my twenty Nobles was enough, I thought not so, but at your highness feet, A widows mite, a token of her zeal, In humble duty gives you twenty pound. Now by my crown, a gallant Iustie Girl, Of all the exhibition yet bestowed, This woman's liberality likes me best. Is thy name Norton? I my gracious Liege. How long hast thou been a Widow? It is my Lord, Since I did bury Wilkin my goodman, At Shrovetide next even just a dozen years. In all which space, couldst thou not find a man. On whom thou mightst bestow thyself again? Not any like my Wilkin whose dear love, I know is matchless, in respect of whom, I think not any worthy of a kiss. No widow? that i'll try, how like you this? Beshrew my heart, it was a honey kiss, Able to make an aged woman young: And for the same most sweet and lovely Prince, See what the widow gives you from her store, forty old Angels but for one kiss more. Marie Widow and thou shalt have it, Iohn Hobs thou art a widower, Lackest thou such a wife? Snails, twenty pound a kiss? had she as many twenty pound bags as I have knobs of bark in my tansat she might kiss them away in a quarter of a year. I'll no Saint Katherine's widows, if kisses be so dear. Clubs and clouted shoes, there's none enamoured here. Lord Maior, we thank you and entreat withal, To recommend us to our Citizens: We must for France, we bid you all farewell, Come Tanner thou shalt with us to Court, To marrow you shall dine with my Lord Maior, And after ward set homeward when ye please: God and our right that only fights for us, Adieu, pray that our toil prove prosperous.
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Tanner attend, not onely doo we pardon thee, But in all princely kindnesse welcome thee, And thy sonnes trespasse doe we pardon too, Ore goe and sée that forthwith it bee drawne, Vnder our seale of England, as it ought, And fortie pounds wée giue thée to defray Thy charges in thy comming vp to London. Now Tanner, what saist thou to vs? Marrie you speake like an honest man, if you meane as you say. Wee meane it Tanner, on our royall word. Now maister of S. Katherines, what would you? My gracious Lord, the great beneuolence, (Though small to that your subiects could afford, Of poore S. Katherines do I bring your grace,) Fiue hundred pounds here haue they sent by me. For the easier portage, all in Angell gold, What this good widow mistris Norton will, She comes her selfe, and brings her gift with her. Pardon me gratious Lord, presumption, Nor ouer wning in mine owne conceit, Makes me thus bold to come before your Grace, But loue and dutie to your maiestie: And great desire to sée my Lord the King, Our maister here spake of beneuolence, And said my twentie Nobles was inough, I thought not so, but at your Highnes féete, A widowes mite, a token of her zeale, In humble dutie giues you twentie pound. Now by my crowne, a gallant Iustie Girle, Of all the exhibition yet bestowed, This womans liberalitie likes me best. Is thy name Norton? I my gracious Liedge. How long hast thou béene a Widow? It is my Lord, Since I did burie Wilkin my goodman, At Shrouetide next euen iust a dozen yeares. In al which space, couldst thou not find a man. On whom thou mightst bestow thy selfe againe? Not any like my Wilkin whose deare loue, I know is matchlesse, in respect of whom, I thinke not any worthie of a kisse. No widow? that ile trie, how like you this? Beshrew my heart, it was a honnie kisse, Able to make an aged woman young: And for the same most swéet and louely Prince, See what the widow giues you from her store, Fortie olde Angels but for one kisse more. Marie Widow and thou shalt haue it, Iohn Hobs thou art a widower, Lackst thou such a wife? Snailes, twentie pound a kisse? had shee as many twentie pound bags as I haue knobs of barke in my tansat shee might kisse them away in a quarter of a yeare. e no Saint Katherines widowes, if kisses be so deare. Clubs and clouted shooes, theres none enamourd here. Lord Maior, we thanke you and entreat withall, To recommend vs to our Cittizens: We must for France, we bid you all farewell, Come Tanner thou shalt with vs to Court, To marrow you shal dine with my Lord Maior, And after ward set homeward when ye please: God and our right that onely fights for vs, Adiew, pray that our toyle proue prosperous.