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 · 516 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T1: death, life, dead, die, blood, revenge, soul, father, heart, heaven.
Good Captain set no perturbation, Hinder our passage to a better world, This last breath's blast will waste our weary souls, Over death's gulf, to heavens most happy port, There is a little battle to be fought. Wherein by lot the leading must be mine, Second me Captain, and this bitter breakfast, Shall bring a sweeter supper with the Saints. This Christian patience at the point of death, Doth argue he hath led no wicked life, however heaven hath laid this cross on him, Well Mathew Flood. for so thou call'st thyself, Finish a good course as thou hast begun, And clear thy conscience by confession, What know'st thou of the Duke of Exeter's death? So God respect the waygate of my soul, as I know nothing. Then concerning this for which thou diest, knew Stranguidge of the league betwixt the Kings before he took that prize? No in my conscience. Stranguidge what say you? You see there's but a turn betwixt your lives, You must be next, confess and save your soul, Concerning that wherein I questioned him: I am your ghostly father to absolve You of your sins, if you confess the truth. True D. Shaw, and as I hope for heaven, In that great day when we shall all appear, I neither knew how that good Duke came dead, Nor of the league, till I had ta'en the prize. Neither was Flood, (that innocent dying man) Ever with me but as a passenger. More happy he, well Flood forgive the world, As thou wilt have forgiveness from the heavens. O so I do, and pray the world forgive, What wrong I did whilst I therein did live, And now I pray you turn your pains to them, And leave me private for a little space, To meditate upon my parting hence. Do gentle Flood, and we will pray for thee. Pray not for Flood, but pray for Mathew Shore, For Shore covered with the cloak of Flood, If I have sinned in changing of my name, Forgive me God, 'twas done to hide my shame, And I forgive the world, King Edward first, That wracked my state, by winning of my wife, And though he would not pardon trespass small, In these, in me God knows no fault at all, I pardon him, though guilty of my fall. Perhaps he would, if he had known 'twas I, But twenty deaths I rather wish to die, Than live beholding for one minute's breath To him, that living, wounded me with death. Death of my joy, and hell of my defame, Which now shall die under this borrowed name. God forgive thee, even as I forgive, And pray thou mayst repent while thou dost live, I am as glad to leave this loathed light, As to embrace thee on our marriage night. To die unknown thus, is my greatest good, That Mathew Shoares not hanged, but Mathew flood. For floods of woe have washed away the shore That never wife nor kin shall look on more: Now when ye will, I am prepared to go.
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Good Captaine set no perturbation, inder our passage to a better world, This last breaths blast will wafte our weary soules, Ouer deaths gulfe, to heauens most happy port, There is a little battaile to be fought. Wherein by lot the leading must be mine, Second me Captaine, and this bitter breakfast, Shall bring a sweeter supper with the Saints. This Christian patiece at the point of death, Doth argue he hath led no wicked life, How euer heauen hath laid this crosse on him, Well Mathew Flud. for so thou calst thy selfe, Finish a good course as thou hast begun, And clre thy conscience by confession, What knowst thou of the Duke of Exceters death? So God respect the waygate of my soule, as I know nothing. Then concerning this for which thou diett, knew Stranguidge of the league betwixt the Kings before he tooke that prize? No in my conscience. Stranguidge what say you? You see theres but a turne betwixt your liues, You must be next, confesse and saue yeur soule, Concerning that wherein I questionde him: I am your ghostly father to absolue You of your sinnes, if you confesse the truth. True D. Shaw, and as I hope for heauen, In that great day when we shall all appeare, I neither knew how that good Duke came dead, Nor of the league, till I had tane the prize. Neither was Fludde, (that innocent dying man) Euer with mee but as a passenger. More happie he, well Flud forgiue the world, As thou wilt haue forgiuenesse from the heauens. O so I doe, and pray the world forgiue, What wrong I did whilst I therein did liue, And now I pray you turne your paines to them, And leaue mee priuate for a little space, To meditate vpon my parting hence. Do gentle Flud, and we wil pray for thée. Pray not for Flud, but pray for Mathew Shoare, For Shoare couered with the cloake of Flud, If I haue sinnde in chaunging of my name, Forgiue mee God, twas done to hide my shame, And I forgiue the world, King Edward first, That wrackt my state, by winning of my wife, And though he would not pardon trespasse small, In these, in me God knowes no fault at all, I pardon him, though guiltie of my fall. Perhaps he would, if hee had knowne twas I, But twentie deaths I rather wish to die, Than liue beholding for one minutes breath To him, that liuing, wounded me with death. Death of my ioy, and hell of my defame, Which now shall die vnder this borrowed name. God forgiue thée, euen as I forgiue, And pray thou maist repent while thou dost liue, I am as glad to leaue this loathed light, As to imbrace thee on our marriage night. To die vnknowne thus, is my greatest good, That Mathew Shoares not hangde, but Mathew floud. For flouds of woe haue washt away the shore That neuer wife nor kinne shall looke on more: Now when ye will, I am preparde to go.