Heywood, Thomas · published 1600 · first performed or written 1599 [1592-1599] (Annals) history · Derby's (Strange's) Men unassigned nearest T53 The crown: kingship claimed, resigned an · 505 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T53: crown, king, state, life, lord, lords, live, queen, tullia, prince.
Hawd, hawd, say for speed, untie, untruss, pull down, pull off, God save the King: off with the helters, hence with the prisoners, a pardon a pardon. Good news unlooked for, welcome gentle friend, who brings the pardon? Stay first lat ma blaw: my masters, master's Shore shoe brings tha pardon, than kings pardon: off with those bands, bestow them oh than hangman, may masters made me run the nearest way over tha fields, she raids apace the he way, she's at hand bay this: sirrah ye that preach, come down, lat Doctor Shaw hea your place, he's than better scholar, master's Shore bring a new lesson for you. O I had read my latest lesson well. Had he been ready to have said, Amen. Now shall I live to see my shame again. O had I died unwitting to my wife, Rather than see her, though she bring me life. Alas I see that even my smallest stay, Had lost my labour, and cast them away, God knows I basted all that ere I might, Here master Vaux, King Edward greets ye well, His gracious pardon frees this Gentleman, And all his company from shameful death. God save the king, & God bless mistress Shore. Amen, & keep these frea coming here any mar. You must discharge them paying of their fees, Which for I fear their store is very small, I will defray, hold, here, take purse and all, Nay master Vaux 'tis gold, if not enough, Send to me, I will pay you royally. Lady, in the behalf of all the rest, With humble thanks I yield myself your slave, Command their service, and command my life. No Captain Stranguidge, let the king command Your lives and service, who hath given you life, These and such offices conscience bids me do. Pity that ere awry she trod her shoe. O had that conscience pricked when love provoked. Lady the last but not the least in debt, To your devotion for my Cousin's life, I render thanks, yet thanks is but a breath, Command (madam) during life, Old Brackenburie bows for you to stand, Whilst I have limbs or any foot of land. Thus is her glory builded on the sand. Thanks good M. Lieutenant of the Tower. Sirrah prepare my horse, why stay you here? Pray ye commend me to my noble friend The Duke of Clarence now your prisoner, Bid him not doubt the king's displeasures past I hope to gain him favour and release. God grant ye may, he's a noble Gentleman. My patron Gloster will cross it if he can. Where's mistress Shore? Lady I come in post, The King hath had a very dangerous fit Since you came from him, twice his majesty, Hath swooned, and with much ado revived, And still as breath will give him leave to speak, He calls for you: the Queen and all the Lords Have sent to seek ye, haste unto his Grace, Or else I fear you'll never see his face.
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Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
Hawd, hawd, saye for spéede, vntaye, vntrusse, pull downe, pul off, God seaue the King: off with the helters, hence with the prisoners, a pardon a pardon. Good newes vnlookt for, welcome gentle friend, who brings the pardon? Stay first lat ma blaw: my mastres, mastres Shoare shoe brings tha pardoune, tha kings pardoune: off with thore bands, bestow them o tha hangman, may mastres made mee runue the néerest way ore tha fields, she rayds a pace the hee way, shees at hand bay this: sirra yee that preech, come down, lat Doctor Shaw hea your place, hees tha better scholler, mastres Shoare bring a new lesson for you. O I had read my latest lesson well. Had hee béene readie to haue said, Amen. Now shall I liue to see my shame agen. O had I dide vnwitting to my wife, Rather then see her, though she bring me life. Alas I see that euen my smallest stay, Had lost my labour, and cast them away, God knowes I basted all that ere I might, Here master Vaux, King Edward gréets ye well, His gracious pardon frées this Gentleman, And all his companie from shameful death. God saue the king, & God blesse mistris Shoare. Amen, & kéep these frea cōming here any marre. You must discharge them paying of their fées, Which for I feare their store is verie small, I will defray, hold, here, take purse and all, Nay master Vaux tis gold, if not inough, Send to me, I will pay you royally. Ladie, in the behalfe of all the rest, With humble thanks I yéeld my selfe your slaue, Commaund their seruice, and commaund my life. No Captain Stranguidge, let the king command Your liues and seruice, who hath giuen you life, These and such offices conscience bids me doe. Pittie that ere awry she trode her shoe. O had that cōscience prickt when loue prouokt. Ladie the last but not the least in debt, To your deuotion for my Cofins life, I render thankes, yet thanks is but a breath, Commaund (Madame) during life, Olde Brackenburie bowes for you to stand, Whil'st I haue limmes or any foote of land. Thus is her glory builded on the sand. Thanks good M. Lieutenant of the Towre. Sirra prepare my borse, why stay you here? Pray ye commend me to my noble friend The Duke of Clarence now your prisoner, Bid him not doubt the kings displeasures past I hope to gaine him fauour and release. God grant ye may, hées a noble Gentleman. My patrone Gloster will crosse it if he can. Wheres mistris Shoare? Ladie I come in post, The King hath had a verie dangerous fit Since you came from him, twice his maiestie, Hath swounded, and with much a doe reuiu'de, And still as breath will giue him leaue to speake, He cals for you: the Quéene and all the Lords Haue sent to séeke ye, hast vnto his Grace, Or else I feare you'le neuer see his face.