Heywood, Thomas · published 1600 · first performed or written 1599 [1592-1599] (Annals) history · Derby's (Strange's) Men unassigned nearest T8 Captains, gallants and cheats · 484 words
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Lady there lies here prisoned in the Marshalsea, A gentleman of good parents and good descent. My dear near kinsman, Captain Harrie Stranguidge, As tall a skilful Navigator tried, As ere set foot in any ship at sea, Whose luck it was to take a prize of France, As he from Rochell was for London bound: For which (except his pardon be obtained, By some especial favourite of the King). He and his crew, a company of proper men, Are sure to die, because 'twas since the League. Let me see him and all his company. Keeper bring forth the Captain & his crew. Now say o'th' diell, that sick bonny men sud be hampered like blue jades, weas me for ye good Lads. I cousin Harrie, this is mistress Shore, Peerless in Court, for beauty, bounty, pity. And if she can not save thee, thou must die. Will she if she can? I cousin Stranguidge I. O torment worse than death to see her face, That caused her shame, & my unjust disgrace, O that our mutual eyes were, Basilisks, To kill each other at his interview, How like ye him Lady? you have viewed him well? I pity him, and that same proper man, That turns his back, ashamed of this distress. Ashamed of thee, cause of my heaviness? And all the rest, oh were the king returned, There might be hope, but ere his coming home, They may be tried, condemned, and judged, and dead. I am condemned by sentence of defame, O were I dead I might not see my shame. Your credit Lady may prolong their trial, What judge is he that will give you denial: I'll rack my credit, and will launch my crowns, To save their lives, if they have done no murder. O thou hast cracked thy credit with a crown. And murdered me poor Mathew Shore alive. Fair Lady, we did shed no drop of blood Nor cast one Frenchman over board, and yet, Because the league was made before the fact, Which we poor sea men God knows never heard: We doubt our lives, yea though we should restore Treble the value that we took, and more. 'twas lawful prize when I put out to sea, And warranted in my commission. The kings are since combined in amity, (Long may it last) and I unwittingly Have took a Frenchman since the truce was tane And if I die, via, one day I must. And God will pardon all my sins I trust, My grief will be for these poor harmless men, Who thought my warrant might suborn the deed, Chiefly that Gentleman that stands sadly there, Who on (my soul) was but a passenger. Well Captain Stranguidge, were the king at home, I could say more. Lady, he's come ashore. Last night at Dover, my boy came from thence, And saw his highness land.
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Ladie there lies here prisonde in the Marshalsea, A gentleman of good parents and good discent. My deare néere kinsman, Captaine Harrie Stranguidge, As tall a skilfull Nauigator tride, As ere set foote in any ship at sea, Whose lucke it was to take a prize of France, As hée from Rochell was for London bound: For which (except his pardon be obtainde, By some especiall fauorite of the King). Hee and his crew, a companie of proper men, Are sure to die, because twas since the League. Let me sée him and all his companie. Kéeper bring forth the Captain & his crew. Now say oth diell, that sike bonnie men sud be hampert like plue Iades, weas me for ye gude Lads. I Cosin Harrie, this is mistris Shoare, Pearelesse in Court, for beautie, bountie, pittie. And if she can not saue thee, thou must die. Will shee if she can? I Cosin Stranguidge I. O torment worse then death to see her face, That causde her shame, & my vniust disgrace, O that our mutuall eies were, Basilisks, To kill each other at his enteruiew, How like ye him Ladie? you haue viewd him well? I pittie him, and that same proper man, That turnes his backe, ashamde of this distresse. Ashamde of thee, cause of my heauinesse? And all the rest, oh were the king returnde, There might be hope, but ere his comming home, They may be tride, condemnd, and iudgde, and dead. I am condemnd by sentence of vefame, O were I dead I might not sée my shame. Your credit Ladie may prolong their triall, What Iudge is he that will giue you deniall: Ile rack my credit, and wil lanch my crownes, To saue their liues, if they haue done no murther. O thou hast crackt thy credit with a crown. And murdred me poore Mathew Shoare aliue. Faire Ladie, we did shed no drop of bloud Nor cast one Frenchman ouer bord, and yet, Because the league was made before the fact, Which we poore sea men God knowes neuer heard: We doubt our liues, yea though we should restore Treble the value that we tooke, and more. Twas lawfull prize when I put out to sea, And warranted in my commission. The kings are since combinde in amitie, (Long may it last) and I vnwittingly Haue tooke a Frenchman since the truce was tanc And if I die, via, one day I must. And God will pardon all my sins I trust, My griefe will be for these poore harmelesse men, Who thought my warrant might suborne the deed, Chiefly that Gentleman that stands sadly there, Who on (my soule) was but a passenger. Well Captaine Stranguidge, were the king at home, I could say more. Ladie, hees come a shore. Last night at Douer, my boy came from thence, And saw his highnesse land.