Heywood, Thomas · published 1600 · first performed or written 1599 [1592-1599] (Annals) history · Derby's (Strange's) Men unassigned nearest T43 York and Lancaster: dynastic claims and · 483 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T43: henry, king, richard, warwick, york, edward, father, duke, crown, son.
O God defend, good friends pray for the king, More bitter are the news which he doth bring, Than those were sweet I brought to you but late: If Edward die, confounded is my state, I'll haste unto him and will spend my blood, To save his life or do him any good. And so would I for thee hadst thou been true: But if I die, hid all thy pomp adieu. Bra. believe but I do not like these news, Of the Kings dangerous sickness. No nor I, Captain, and master Fludde, and all the rest, I do rejoice your pardon was obtained, Before these news, these inauspicious news, If the king die, the state will soon be changed, Lieutenant, you'll go to the Tower: I'll take my lean, gallants God buoy all. God buoy M. Vaux, I was ye ha' lost good guests. You shall be my guest for a night or two, cousin, till your own lodging be prepared, But tell me sir what means hath M. Fludde. I cannot tell, i'll ask him if ye will. Do so, and if his fortunes be debased, I'll entertain him if he'll dwell with me, On good condition. Mathew Flood, He are ye my cousin Brackenbury's mind? He hath conceived such liking of your parts, That if your means surmount not his suppose, he'll entertain ye gladly at the Tower, To wait on him, and put ye in great trust. In what I undertake I will be just, And hold me happy, if my diligence May please so worthy a Gentleman as he, whate'er my fortunes have been, they are now, Such as to service make their master bow. No Flood more like a friend & fellow mate, I mean to use thee, than a servitor, And place thee in some credit in the Tower, And give thee means to live in some good sort. I thank ye sir, God grant I may deserve it. cousin and all your crew come home with me, Where after sorrow we may merry be. The Tower will be a place of secret rest, Where I may hear good news & bad, and use the best, God bless the king, a worse may wear the crown And then Iane Shore thy credit will come down, For though i'll never bed nor board with thee, Yet thy destruction with I not to see, Because I loved thee when thou wast my wife, Not for now saving my disdained life, Which lasts too long. God grant us both to mend, Well I must in my service to attend. Well met my good Lord Lovell. Whither away so fast goes Doctor Shaw? Why to the Tower, to shrive the Duke of Clarence, Who as I hear is fallen so grievous sick, As it is thought be can by no means scape. He neither can nor shall I warrant thee:
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O God desend, good friends pray for the king, More bitter are the newes which he doth bring, Then those were swéet I brought to you but late: If Edward die, confounded is my state, Ile hast vnto him and will spend my bloud, To saue his life or do him any good. And so would I for thée hadst thou béen true: But if I die, hid all thy pompe adieu. Bra. Belee but I do not like these newes, Of the Kings dangerous sicknesse. No nor I, Captaine, and maister Fludde, and all the rest, I dorcioice your pardon was obtainde, Before these newes, these inauspicious newes, If the king die, the state will soone be changde, Lieutenant, you'l goe to the Tower: Ile take my leane, gallants God buoye all. God buoy M. Vaux, I was ye ha lost good guests. You shall be my guest for a night or two, Cosin, till your owne lodging be preparde, But tell me sir what meanes hath M. Fludde. I cannot tell, ile aske him if ye will. Do so, and if his fortunes be debasde, Ile entertaine him if heele dwell with me, On good condition. Mathew Fludde, He are ye my Cosin Brackenburies mind? He hath concetude such liking of your parts, That if your meanes surmount not his suppose, Héele entertaine ye gladly at the Tower, To waite on him, and put ye in great trust. In what I undertake I will be iust, And hold me happie, if my diligence May please so worthie a Gentleman as he, What ere my fortunes haue béene, they are now, Such as to seruice make their maister bow. No Fludde more like a frieud & fellow mate, I meane to vse thee, then a seruitor, And place thee in some credit in the Tower, And giue thée meanes to liue in some good sort. I thanke ye sir, God grant I may deserue it. Cosin and all your crue come home with me, Where after sorrow we may merrie be. The Tower will be a place of secret rest, Where I may heare good newes & bad, and vse the best, God blesse the king, a worse may wear the crown And then Iane Shoare thy credit will come down, For though ile neuer bed nor bord with thee, Yet thy destruction with I not to see, Because I lou'de thee when thou wast my wise, Not for now sauing my disdained life, Which lasts too long. God graut vs both to mend, Well I must in my seruice to attend. Well met my good Lord Louell. Whither away so fast goes Doctor Shaw? Why to the Tower, to shriue the Duke of Clarence, Who as I heare is salne so grieuous sicke, As it is thought be can by no meanes scape. He neither can nor shall I warrant thee: