Heywood, Thomas · published 1600 · first performed or written 1599 [1592-1599] (Annals) history · Derby's (Strange's) Men T7 The Trojan war: conflict and its afterma typicality 0.62 · 490 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T7: hector, troy, achilles, greeks, aeneas, priam, ulysses, troilus, trojan, trojans.
Well they are messengers, & for that cause We are content to bear with their amiss, But keep them safe, and let them not return, To carry tales unto those counterfeits, Until you have them both as fast ensnared, To compass which the better, brother of France, Five thousand of our soldiers here we leave, To be employed in service to that end, The rest with us to England shall return. King Edward is returned home to England, And Lewes King of France soon afterward, Surprised both his subtle enemies, Rewarding them with traitorous recompense. Now do we draw the curtain of our Scene, To speak of Shore and his fair wife again, With other matters thereupon depending, You must imagine since you saw him last Prepared for travail, he hath been abroad, And seen the sundry fashions of the world, Ulysses like, his country's love at length, Hoping his wives death, and to see his friends, Such as did sorrow for his great mishaps, Come home is he, but so unluckily, As he is like to lose his life thereby: His and her fortunes shall we now pursue, Graced with your gentle sufferance & view. Have ye bestowed our small benevolence, On the poor prisoners in the common jail, Of the white Lion and the king's bench? Yes forsooth? What prisons this? The Marshalsea for sooth. Well met fair Lady, in the happiest time, And choicest place that my desire could wish, Without offence, where have ye been this way? To take the air here in Saint George's field, Sir Robert Brackenburie, and to visit some Poor patients that cannot visit me. Are you a physician? I a simple one. What disease cure ye? Faith none perfectly, My physic doth but mitigate the pain A little while, and then it comes again. Sweet mistress Shore, I understand ye not. Master lieutenant I believe you well. Good faith Sir Robert brobenbellie, may masters speaks deftly and truly, for she hes been till see those that cannot come till see her: and theyes patients perforce. The prisoner's man in the twea prisons. And she hes gi'en tham her siller and her gear till bay tham fude. Gramercies jockey thou resolv'st my doubt. A comfort ministering kind physician, That once a week in her own person visits, The prisoners and the poor in Hospitals, In London or near London every way, Whose purse is open to the hungry soul, Whose piteous heart save many a tall man's life. Peace good sir Robert, 'tis not worthy praise, Nor yet worth thanks, that is of duty done, For you know well, the world doth know too well, That all the coals of my poor charity, Cannot consume the scandal of my name, What remedy? well, tell me gentle knight, What meant your kind salute and gentle speech, At our first meeting, when you seemed to bless The time and place of our encounter here?
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Well they are messengers, & for that cause We are content to beare with their amisse, But kéepe them safe, and let them not returne, To carrie tales vnto those counterfeits, Vntill you haue them both as fast insnarde, To compasse which the better, brother of France, Fiue thousand of our soldiours here we leaue, To be imployde in seruice to that end, The rest with vs to England shall returne. King Edward is returned home to England, And Lewes King of France soone afterward, Surprized both his subtill enemies, Rewarding them with traiterous recompence. Now do we draw the curtaine of our Scene, To speake of Shoare and his faire wife againe, With other matters thereupon depending, You must imagine since you saw him last Preparde for trauaile, he hath bin abroade, And séene the sundrie fashions of the world, Vlysses like, his countries loue at length, Hoping his wiues death, and to see his friends, Such as did sorrow for his great mishaps, Come home is hee, but so vnluckily, As hée is like to loose his life thereby: His and her fortunes shall we now pursue, Gracde with your gentle sufferance & view. Haue ye bestowde our small beneuolence, On the poore prisoners in the common Gaole, Of the white Lion and the Kings bench? Yes forsooth? What prisons this? The Marshalsea for sooth. Well met faire Ladie, in the happiest time, And choyse place that my desire could wish, Without offence, where haue yée béene this way? To take the aire here in Saint Georges field, Sir Robert Brackenburie, and to visit some Poore patients that cannot visit me. Are you a physition? I a simple one. What disease cure yee? Faith none perfectly, My physicke doth but mittigate the pain A little while, and then it comes againe. Swéet mistris Shoare, I vnderstand ye not. Maister lieutenant I beléeue you well. Gude faith Sir Robert brobenbellie, may maistres spéekes deftly and truly, for shee hes beene till see thore that cannot come till see her: and theyes peatients perforce. The prisoners man in the twea prisons. And shée hes gynne tham her siller and her géere till bay tham fude. Gramercies Iockie thou resolust my doubt. A comfort ministring kind physition, That once a wéeke in her owne person visits, The prisoners and the poore in Hospitalles, In London or néere London euerie way, Whose purse is open to the hungrie soule, Whose pittious heart saue many a tall mans life. Peace good sir Robert, tis not worthy praise, Nor yet worth thanks, that is of dutie doone, For you know well, the world doth know too well, That all the coales of my poore charitie, Cannot consume the scandall of my name, What remedie? well, tell me gentle knight, What meant your kinde salute and gentle spéech, At our first meetin, when you seemde to blesse The time and place of our encounter heere?