Heywood, Thomas · published 1600 · first performed or written 1599 [1592-1599] (Annals) history · Derby's (Strange's) Men T0 Court life: dukes, favour and honour typicality 0.79 · 475 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T0: duke, lord, duchess, love, court, madam, prince, honour, grace, lady.
even so sir men: would be glad by any means. To raise themselves, that have been overthrown, By fortune's scorn, and I am one of them. Here comes the Duke. Catesbie, is this the man? It is if't like your excellency. Come near. Thy name I hear is Tirill, is it not? Iames Tirill is my name, my gracious Lord. Welcome, it should appear that thou hast been In better state than now it seems thou art. I have been by my faith my Lord, though now depressed, And clouded over with adversity. Be ruled by me, & then thou shalt rise again, And prove more happy than thou ever wast, There is but only two degrees by which It shall be needful for thee to ascend, And that is faith and taciturnity. If ever I prove false unto your grace, Convert your favour to afflictions. But canst thou too be secret? Try me my Lord: This tongue was never known to be a blab. Thy countenance hath like a silver key, Opened the closet of my heart, read there, If scholar like thou canst expound those lines, Thou art the man ordained to serve my turn. So far as my capacity will reach, The sense my Lord is this, this night you say, The two young Princes both must suffer death. Thou hast my meaning, wilt thou do it, speak? It shall be done. Enough, come follow me, For thy direction, and for gold to fee, Such as must aid thee in their Tragedy. Welcome good jockey, what good news bring you? Marry masters my good masters greets ye masters, and prays ye masters till dight up her Chamber, for she'll lig we ye tonight masters. And here's her cat skin till she come. Why how now loiterer? make ye no more haste? When will my trunks and all my stuff be brought, If you thus loiter, go, make haste withal. Marie sall aye, gin ye'll be bud patient a while. Now gentle mistress Blage the only friend, That fortune leaves me to rely upon, My counsel's Closet and my Tower of strength, To whom for safety I retire myself, To be secure in these tempestuous times, O smile on me, and give me gentle looks, If I be welcome, then with cheerful heart, And willing hand show me true signs thereof. Doubt ye of welcome Lady to your friend? Nay to your servant, to your beadswoman, To speak but truth, your bounty's bond woman: Use me, command me, call my house your own, And all I have sweet Lady at your will. A way with titles, lay by courtly terms, The Case is altered now the King is dead, And with his life my favouring friends are fled, No Madam now, but as I was before, Your faithful kind companion, poor Iane Shore.
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Euen so firmen would be glad by any means. To raise themselues, that haue béene ouerthrowne, By fortunes scorne, and I am one of them. Here comes the Duke. Catesbie, is this the man? It is ift like your excellencie. Come neere. Thy name I heare is Tirill, is it not? Iames Tirill is my name, my gracious Lord. Welcome, it should appeare that thou hast bin In better state then now it séemes thou art. I haue bin by my fey my Lord, though now deprest, And clouded ouer with aduersitie. Be rulde by me, & then thou shalt rise againe, And prooue more happie then thou euer wast, There is but onely two degrees by which It shall be néedfull for thee to ascend, And that is faith and taciturnitie. If euer I proue false vnto your grace, Conuert your fauour to afflictions. But canst thou too bee secret? Trie me my Lord: This tongue was neuer knowne to be a blab. Thy countenance hath like a siluer key, Opend the closet of my heart, read there, If scholler like thou canst expound those lines, Thou art the man ordainde to serue my turne. So farre as my capacitie will reach, The sense my Lord is this, this night you say, The two young Princes both must suffer death. Thou hast my meaning, wilt thou do it, speak? It shall be done. Inough, come follow me, For thy direction, and for gold to fée, Such as must ayde thee in their Tragedie. Welcome good Iockie, what good newes bring you? Marrie mastres my gude mastres gréets ye mastres, and praies ye mastres till dight vppe her Chamber, for sheel lig we ye to night mastres. And heres her catte skinne till she come. Why how now loyterer? make ye no more haste? When will my trunkes and all my stuffe be brought, If you thus loyter, go, make hast withall. Marie sall aye, gynne yéele be bud petient a while. Now gentle mistris Blage the onely friend, That fortune leaues mée to relie vpon, My counsels Closet and my Towre of strength, To whom for safetie I retire my selfe, To be secure in these tempestuous times, O smile on mee, and giue me gentle lookes, If I be welcome, then with chéerefull heart, And willing hand shew me true signes thereof. Doubt ye of welcome Ladie to your friend? Nay to your seruant, to your bradswoman, To speake but truth, your bounties bond woman: Use me, commaund me, call my house your owne, And all I haue swéete Ladie at your will. A way with titles, lay by courtly tearmes, The Case is altred now the King is dead, And with his life my fauouring friends are fled, No Madam now, but as I was before, Your faithfull kind companion, poore Iane Shoare.