Heywood, Thomas · published 1600 · first performed or written 1599 [1592-1599] (Annals) history · Derby's (Strange's) Men unassigned nearest T10 England and France: war, embassy and pea · 512 words
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No, no, they are indifferently well loaden, But yet their fraught, not full, see other ware, Other provision to prepare their way, The very same (my Lord) which they pretend, In love to you against my life and crown, The same they undertake to do for me Against your safety, urging if I please, That they will join their forces both with mine, And in your back return to Calice, cut the throats Of you and all your soldiers. Oh damnable. But that I see it figured in these lines, I would have sworn there had been nothing left, For their pernicious brain to work upon. A traitor is like, a boldfaced hypocrite, That never will be brought unto a nonplus, So long as he hath liberty to speak. The way to cure them, is to cut them off, Call forth their messengers once more to us, Both of them my Lord? Yes, both together. we'll see if they have grace to blush or no, At that their masters shame now to attempt. What is his Majesty of France so near? And monsieur Rosse the Earl's secretary? I fear some hurt depends upon his presence, How comes it that I see the french King here? I and the Lord of County too methinks, Pray God our message be not made a scorn. You told me that you came from earl S. Paul. I did my Lord, and therein fabled not. You told me too of many kind endeavours Which he intended for our benefit? No more than he is willing to perform. Know you his hand-writing if you see't? I do my Lord. Is this his hand or not: I cannot say but that it is his hand. How comes it then that underneath his hand My death is sought, when you that are his mouth, Tune to our ears a quite contrary tale? The like read you deciphered in this paper, Concerning treacherous wavering Burgundie, Unless you grant they can divide themselves, And of two shapes become four substances, How is it I should have their knightly aid, And yet by them be utterly destroyed? And I to be protected by their means, And yet they shall conspire against my life. What call you this, but vile hypocrisy? Nay peasant-like unheard of treachery My Lord upbraid not me with this offence: I do protest I knew of no such letters. Nor any other intention of the Duke, More than before was uttered in my message. Will you be halting too before a cripple? Do you not remember what they were, That first did certify the Duke of truce, Betwixt the renowned Edward and the French? Yes they were two soldiers, what of that? Those soldiers were this Gentleman and I, Where we did hear the foul mouthed Duke exclaim Against our noble Sovereign and this Prince, And roared and bellowed like a parish bull, And that in hearing both of you and him, His words so please my Lord I can repeat, As he did speak them at that very time.
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No, no, they are indifferently well loden, But yet their fraughte, not full, sée other ware, Other prouision to prepare their waie, The verie same (my Lord) which they pretend, In loue to you against my life and crowne, The same they vndertake to doe for me Against your safetie, vrging if I please, That they will ioyne their forces both with mine, And in your backe returne to Calice, cut the throats Of you and all your soldiers. Oh damnable. But that I see it figurde in these lines, I would haue sworne there had bin nothing left, For their pernitious braine to worke vpon. A traitor is like, a boldfacde hypocrite, That neuer will be brought vnto a nonplus, So long as hee hath libertie to speake. The way to cure them, is to cut them off, Call forth their messengers once more to vs, Both of them my Lord? Yes, both together. Wéele sée if they haue grace to blush or no, At that their maisters shame now to attempt. What is his Maiestie of France so neere? And Mounsier Rosse the Earles secretarie? I feare some hurt depends vpon his presence, How comes it that I sée the french King here? I and the Lord of Countie too me thinkes, Pray God our message be not made a scorne. You told me that you came from earle S. Paul. I did my Lord, and therein fabled not. You told me too of many kinde indeyour Which hee intended for our benefite? No more then hee is willing to performe. Know you his hand-writing if you séete? I doe my Lord. Is this his hand or no: I cannot say but that it is his hand. How comes it then that vnderneath his hand My death is sought, when you that are his mouth, Tune to our eares a quite contrarie tale? The like read you decyphred in this paper, Concerning trecherous wauering Burgundie, Vnlesse you grant they can deuide themselues, And of two shapes become foure substances, How is it I should haue their knightly aide, And yet by them be vtterly destroide? And I to be protected by their meanes, And yet they shall conspire against my life. What call you this, but vile hypocrisie? Nay pesant-like vnheard of trecherie My Lord vpbraid not me with this offence: I do protest I knew of no such letters. Nor any other intention of the Duke, More then before was vttred in my message. Will you bee halting too before a creeple? Do you not remember what they were, That first did certifie the Duke of truce, Betwixt the renowmed Edward and the French? Yes they were two soldiers, what of that? Those soldiers were this Gentleman and I, Where we did heare ye foule mouthde Duke exclaim Against our noble Soueraigne and this Prince, And rorde and bellowed like a parish bull, And that in hearing both of you and him, His words so please my Lord I can repeat, As he did speake them at that verie time.