Heywood, Thomas · published 1600 · first performed or written 1599 [1592-1599] (Annals) history · Derby's (Strange's) Men unassigned nearest T1 Death, grief and revenge · 491 words
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Then courage sirs I'll use my fairest means to save your lives, In the mean season spend that for my sake. By your leave mistress Shore, I have taken pains, To find you out, come you must go with me. Whither my Lord? Unto the Queen my mother. Good my Lord marquess Dorset wrong me not. I can not wrong thee as thou wrong'st my mother, I'll bring thee to her let her use her pleasure. Against my will I wrong her good my Lord, Yet am ashamed to see her majesty. Sweet Lord excuse me, say ye saw me not. Shall I delude my mother for a whore? No mistress Shore ye must go to the Queen. Must I my Lord? what will she do to me? Use violence on me now the kings away? Alas my Lord, behold this shower of tears, Which kind King Edward would compassionate, Bring me not to her, she will slit my nose. Or mark my face, or spurn me unto death. Look on me Lord, can ye find in your heart? To have me spoiled that never thought you harm? O rather with your rapier run me through, Then carry me to the displeased Queen. O hadst thou never broke thy how to me From fear and wrong had I defended thee. I am inexorable, therefore arise, And go with me, what rascal crew is this, Mistress Shoares suitors, such slaves make her proud, What sir Robert Brackenburie you a Shorist too? No Shorist, but to save my Cousin's life. Then i'll be hanged if he escape for this, The rather for your means to mistress Shore. My mother can do nothing, this whore all, Come away minion you shall prate no more. Pray for me friends and I will pray for you, God send you better hap than I expect, Go to my lodging you, and if I perish, Take what is there in lieu of your true service. Na a may sale ayse near forsake my good mistress, Till aye hea seen than worst that spite can du her. For all the wrong that thou hast done to me, They should not hurt thee yet if I were free. See cousin Stranguidge how the case is changed, She that should help thee can not help herself. What remedy? the God of heaven helps all. What say ye mates? our hope of life is dashed, Now none but God, let's put our trust in him, And every man repent him of his sin, And as together we have lived like men, So like tall men together let us die: The best is if we die for this offence, Our ignorance shall plead our innocence, Your meat is ready (Captain) you must in. Must I? I will: cousin what will you do? Visit you soon, but now I will to Court To see what shall become of mistress Shore. God speed ye well.
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Then courage sirs Ile vse my fayrest meanes to saue your liues, In the meane season spend that for my sake. By your leaue mistris Shoare, I haue taken pain, To find you out, come you must go with me. Whither my Lord? Vnto the Quéene my mother. Good my Lord Marquesse Dorset wrong me not. I can not wrong thee as thou wrongst my mother, Ile bring thee to her let her vse her pleasure. Against my wil I wrong her good my Lord, Yet am ashamde to sée her maiestie. Swéet Lord excuse me, say ye saw me not. Shall I delude my mother for a whore? No mistris Shoare ye must go to the Quéene. Must I my Lord? what will she do to me? Use violence on me now the kinges away? Alas my Lord, behold this showre of teares, Which kind King Edward would compassionate, Bring me not to her, she will slit my nose. Or mark my face, or spurne me vnto death. Looke on me Lord, can yee find in your heart? To haue me spoild that neuer thought you harme? O rather with your rapier runne me through, Then carrie me to the displeased Quéene. O hadst thou neuer broke thy how to me From feare and wrong had I defended thee. I am inexorable, therefore arise, And go with me, what rascall crue is this, Mistris Shoares suters, such slaues make her proud, What sir Robert Brackenburie you a Shorist too? No Shorist, but to saue my Cosins life. Then ile be hangde if he escape for this, The rather for your meanes to mistris Shoare. My mother can do nothing, this whore all, Come away minion you shall prate no more. Pray for me friends and I will pray for you, God send you better hap then I expect, Go to my lodging you, and if I perish, Take what is there in lieu of your true seruice. Na a maye sale ayse nere forsake my gude maistresse, Till aye hea séene tha worst that spight can du her. For all the wrong that thou hast done to me, They should not hurt thée yet if I were free. Sée cosin Stranguidge how the case is changde, She that should helpe thee can not helpe her selfe. What remedie? the God of heauen helps all. What say ye mates? our hope of life is dasht, Now none but God, lets put our trust in him, And cuerie man repent him of his sinne, And as together we haue liu'de like men, So like tall men together let vs die: The best is if we die for this offence, Our ignorance shall plead our innocence, Your meat is readie (Captaine) you must in. Must I? I will: Cosin what will you do? Visit you soone, but now I will to Court To see what shall become of mistris Shoare. God speed ye well.