Heywood, Thomas · published 1600 · first performed or written 1599 [1592-1599] (Annals) history · Derby's (Strange's) Men unassigned nearest T6 Money, debt and credit · 473 words
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I loud you then, and since, and ever shall, You are the woman, though your fortunes fall, You when my husband's lewd transgression Of all our wealth had lost possession, By forfeiture into his highness hands, Got restitution of our goods and lands, He fled, and died in France, to heal that harm, You helped me to three manors in fee farm, The worst of which clears threescore pound a year, Have I not reason then to hold ye dear? Yes hap what will until my life do end, You are and shall be my best beloved friend, How if misfortune my folly do succeed. Trust me true friends bide touch in time of need. If want consume the wealth I had before. My wealth is yours, and you shall spend my store. But the Protector prosecutes his hate. With me live secret from the world's debates You will be weary of so bad a guest. Then let me never on the earth be blessed. Ah mistress Blage, you tender me such love, As all my sorrows from my soul remove, And though my portion be not very large, Yet come I not to you to be a charge, Coin, plate, and fuels prized at lowest rate, I bring with me to maintain my estate, Worth twenty thousand pound, and my array, If you survive to see my dying day, From you no penny will I give away. And I thank you that so my wealth increased, Am worth I trow, ten thousand pounds at least, I think like two warm widows we may live, Until good fortune two good husbands give, For surely mistress Shore your husband's dead, When heard ye of him? Never since he fled. O mistress Blage, now put you in my head That kills my heart, why should I breathe this air, Whose lost good name no treasure can repair? Oh were he here with me to lead his life, Although he never used me as a wife, But as a drudge to spurne mee with his ecte, Yet should I think with him that life were sweet, How can ye once conceit so base a thing, That have been kissed and cokerd by a king, Weep not, you hurt yourself by Gods blessed mother, Your husband's dead woman, think upon another, Let us in to supper, drink wine, cheer your heart, And whilst I live, be sure i'll take your part. Sir I assure ou 'tis my Lord Protectors warrant. My friend, I have conferred it with his letters, And 'tis his hand indeed, i'll not deny, But blame me not although I be precise, In matters that so nearly do concern me. My Lord Protector, sir I make no doubt, Dare justify his warrant, though perhaps, He doth not now acquaint you why he doth it.
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I loude you then, and since, and euer shall, You are the woman, though your fortunes fall, You when my husbands lewde transgression Of all our wealth had lost possession, By forfaiture into his Highnes hands, Got restitution of our goods and lands, He fled, and died in France, to heale that harme, You helpte me to three mannors in fée farme, The worst of which cléers thréescore pound a yéere, Haue I not reason then to hold ye déere? Yes happe what will vntill my life do end, You are and shall be my best beloued friend, How if misfortune my folly do succéed. Trust me true friends bide touch in time of need. If want consume the wealth I had before. My wealth is yours, and you shall spend my store. But the Protector prosecutes his hate. With me liue secret from the worlds debates You will be wearie of so badde a guest. Then let me neuer on the earth be blest. Ah mistris Blage, you tender me such loue, As all my sorrowes from my soule remoue, And though my portion be not verie large, Yet come I not to you to be a charge, Coyne, plate, and fewels prizde at lowest rate, I bring with me to maintaine my estate, Worth twentie thousand pound, and my array, If you suruiue to sée my dying day, From you no pennie will I giue away. And I thanke you that so my wealth increast, Am worth I trow, tenne thousand pounds at least, I thinke like two warme widowes we may liue, Vntill good fortune two good husbands giue, For surely mistris Shoare your husbandes dead, When heard yee of him? Neuer since he fledde. O mistris Blage, now put you in my head That kils my heart, why should I breath this ayre, Whose lost good name no treasure can repaire? Oh were he here with mee to lead his life, Although hee neuer vsde mee as a wife, But as a drudge to spurne mee with his ecte, Yet should I thinke with him that life were swéete, How can ye once conceit so base a thing, That haue béene kist and cokerd by a king, Wéepe not, you hurt your self by Gods blest mother, Your husbands dead woman, thinke vpon another, Let vs in to supper, drinke wine, cheere your heart, And whilst I liue, be sure ile take your part. Sir I assure ou tis my Lord Protectors warrant. My friend, I haue conferd it with his letters, And tis his hand indéed, ile not denie, But blame mee not although I be precise, In matters that so neerely do concerne mee. My Lord Protector, sir I make no doubt, Dare iustifie his warrant, though perhaps, He doth not now acquaint you why he doth it.