Heywood, Thomas · published 1600 · first performed or written 1599 [1592-1599] (Annals) history · Derby's (Strange's) Men T29 Disguise and pursuit in Look About You typicality 0.75 · 518 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T29: gloster, faukenbridge, skinke, hermit, richard, prince, iohn, porter, henry, brother.
My tears will scarcely let me take my leave, I love you so: Farewell sweet George. So, is he gone: now Shaw 'tis in thy power, To bind me to thee everlastingly, And there is not one step that I shall rise, But I will draw thee with me unto greatness, Thou shalt sit in my bosom as my soul, Incense the king, now being as thou art, So near about him, and his Confessor, That this G. only is George Duke of Clarence, Doctor thou needst not my instruction, Thou hast a searching brain, a nimble spirit, Able to master any man's affections. Effect it Shaw, and bring it to passe ce, I'll make thee the greatest Shaw that ever was. My Lord, I am going by commandment, Unto the Marshalsea, to Captain Stranguidge, For Piracy of late condemned to die, There to confess him and his company, That done, I'll come with speed back to the king, And make no doubt but I'll effect the thing. Farewell gentle Doctor. Farewell my Lord of Gloster. Let me awake my sleeping wits a while, a, the marke thou aimst at Richard is a crowne, And many stand betwixt thee and the same, What of all that? Doctor play thou thy part, I'll climb up by degrees, through many a heart. Why master Vaux is there no remedy? But instantly they must be led to death? Can it not be deferred till afternoon, Or but two hours, in hope to get reprieve? Master Lieutenant, 'tis in vain to speak, The kings incensed, and will not pardon them, The men are patient, and resolved to die, The Captain and that other Gentleman, Have cast the dice whether shall suffer first. How fell the Lot, to Stranguidge or to him? The guiltless passenger must first go to't, They are all guiltless from intent of ill. And yet must die for doing of the deed, Besides the Duke of Exeter found dead, And naked floating up and down the sea, Twixt Calice and our coast, is laid to them, That they should rob, and cast him overboard. My soul be pauwne, they never knew of it. Well bring them forth. Stay them yet but an hour. I dare not do it sir Robert Brackenburie, You are Lieutenant of the Tower yourself, And know the peril of protracting time, Moreover here's that pickthank Doctor Shaw, The Duke of Gloster's spaniel shriving them, Come bring them forth. Poor Stranguidge must thou die? I dare not say good morrow, but ill day, That Harrie Stranguidge is thus cast away. Stran. Good cousin Brackenbury be as well content To see me die, as I to suffer death, Be witness that I die an honest man, Because my fact proves ill through ignorance, And for the Duke of Exeter his death, So speed my soul as I am innocent, Here goes my grief, this guiltless gentleman, Like Aesop's Stork, that dies for company, And came (God knows) but as a passenger. Ah master Hud, a thousand floods of woe o'erflow my soul, that thou must perish so.
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My teares will searcely let me take my leaue, I loue you so: Farewell sweet George. So, is he gone: now Shaw tis in thy power, To binde me to thee euerlastingly, And there is not one step that I shall rise, But I will draw thee with me vnto greatnesse, Thou shalt sit in my bosome as my soule, Incense the king, now being as thou art, So neere about him, and his Confessor, That this G. onely is George Duke of Clarence, Doctor thou needst not my instruction, Thou hast a searching braine, a nimble spirit, Able to master any mans affections. Effect it Shaw, and bring it to passe ce, Ile make thee the greatest Shaw that euer was. My Lord, I am going by commanndement, Vnto the Marshalsea, to Captaine Stranguidge, For Pyracie of late condemnde to die, There to confesse him and his companie, That done, e come with spéed backe to the king, And make no doubt but e effect the thing. Farewell gentle Doctor. Farewell my Lord of Gloster. Let me awake my sléeping wits a while, a, the marke thou aimst at Richard is a crowne, And many stand betwixt thee and the same, What of all that? Doctor play thou thy part, Ile climbe vp by degrees, through many a heart. Why maister Vaux is there no remedie? But instantly they must be led to death? Can it not be deferd till after noone, Or but two howres, in hope to get reprie? Maister Lieutenant, tis in vaine to speake, The kinges incensde, and will not pardon them, The men are patient, and resolude to die, The Captaine and that other Gentleman, Haue cast the dice whether shall suffer first. How fell the Lot, to Stranguidge or to him? The guiltlesse passenger must first go toot, They are all guiltlesse from intent of ill. And yet must die for doing of the deed, Besides the Duke of Exeter found dead, And naked floating vp and downe the sea, Twixt Calice and our coast, is laid to them, That they should rob, and cast him ouerboord. My soule be pauwne, they neuer knew of it. Well bring them forth. Stay them yet but an houre. I dare not do it sir Robert Brackenburie, You are Lieutenant of the Towre your selfe, And know the perill of protracting time, Moreouer heres that pickthanke Doctor Shaw, The Duke of Glosters spaniell shriuing them, Come bring them forth. Poore Stranguidge must thou die? I dare not say good morrow, but ill day, That Harrie Stranguidge is thus cast away. Strah. Good Cosin Brackenbury be as wel content To see me die, as I to suffer death, Be witnesse that I die an honest man, Because my fact proues ill through ignorance, And for the Duke of Erceter his death, So spéede my soule as I am innocent, Here goes my griefe, this guiltlesse gentleman, Lke Asops Storke, that dyes for companie, And came (God knowes) but as a passenger. Ah master lud, a thousand floods of woe Ore-slow my soule, that thou must perish so.