Heywood, Thomas · published 1600 · first performed or written 1599 [1592-1599] (Annals) history · Derby's (Strange's) Men unassigned nearest T18 Rebels, barons and the king's wars at ho · 485 words
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I think sic there's no subject now in England, Will urge his Grace, to show what he dare do, Nor will I ask him why he does it, I would I might, to rid me of my doubt. Why sir I think he needs no precedent, For what he does, I think his power is absolute enough. I have no power sir to examine it. Nor will I do: obey your warrant, Which I will keep for my security. You shall do well in that sir. Here's the keys. And yet I could wish my Lord Protector, Had sent his warrant thither by some other, aside. I do not like their looks I tell you true. Nor I Flood I assure thee. What does that slave mutter to his master? I hear him say he does not like our looks? Why not our looks sir? Sirrah we hear you. I am glad you do sir? all is one for that, But if you did not hearken better now, I never saw three faces in whose looks, Did ever sit more terror: or more death, God bless the Princes if it be his will, I do not like these villains. Zounds stab the villain, sirrah do you brave us? I that's your coming, for you come to stab. Stab him. Nay then i'll stab with thee. 'zblood cut his throat. Hold Gentle men I pray you. Sir I am hurt, stabbed in the arm, This is not to be justified my friends, I To draw your weapons here within the Tower, And by the law it is no less than death, I cannot think the Duke will like of this, I pray ye be content, too much is done. He might have held his peace then, and been quiet Farewell, farewell. Hell and damnation follow murderers. Go Flood get thee some surgeon to look to thy wound. Hast no acquaintance with some skilful surgeon? Keep thy wound close, and let it not take air. And for my own part, I will not stay here. Whither wilt thou go that I may send to thee. To one mistress Blages, an Inn in Gracious street, There you shall find me, or shall hear of me. Sweet Princely babes, farewell I fear you sore, I doubt these eyes shall never see you more. How does your Lordship? Well good brother Richard, how does yourselves You told me your head-ached. Indeed it does, my Lord feel with your hands how hot it is. Indeed you have caught cold, With sitting yesternight to hear me read, I pray thee go to bed, sweet Dick, poor little heart. You'll give me leave to wait upon your Lordship. I had more need brother to wait on you: For you are sick, and so am not I. O Lord, methinks this going to our bed, How like it is to going to our grave:
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I thinke sic theres no subiect now in England, Will vrge his Grace, to shew what he dare doe, Nor will I aske him why hee does it, I would I might, to ridde mee of my doubt. Why sir I thinke he néeds no president, For what he does, I thinke his power is absolute inough. I haue no power sir to examine it. Nor will I do: obey your warrant, Which I wil keepe for my securitie. You shall do well in that sir. Heres the keyes. And yet I could wish my Lord Protector, Had sent his warrāt thither by some other, aside. I do not like their lookes I tell you true. Nor I Flud I assure thee. What does that slaue mutter to his master? I heare him say hée does not like our lookes? Why not our lookes sir? Sirra we heare you. I am glad you doe sir? all is one for that, But if you did not hearken better now, I neuer saw three faces in whose lookes, Did euer sit more terror: or more death, God blesse the Princes if it bee his will, I do not like these villaines. Zounds stab the villane, sirra do you brane vs? I thats your comming, for you come to stab. Stab him. Nay then ile stabbe with thee. Zbloud cut his throat. Hold Gentle men I pray you. Sir I am hurt, stabd in the arme, This is not to be iustified my friends, I To draw your weapons here within the Towre, And by the law it is no lesse then death, I cannot thinke the Duke will like of this, I pray yee be content, too much is done. He might haue held his peace then, and beene quiet Farewell, farewell. Hell and damnation follow murtherers. Goe Flud get thee some surgeon to looke to thy wound. Hast no acquaintance with some skilfull surgeon? Keepe thy wound close, and let it not take aire. And for my owne part, I will not stay here. Whither wilt thou go that I may send to thee. To one mistris Blages, an Inne in Gracious stróete, There you shall finde mee, or shall heare of mee. Swéete Princely babes, farewell I feare you sore, I doubt these eies shall neuer sée you more. How does your Lordshippe? Well good brother Richard, how does your selfe's You told me your headaked. Indeed it does, my Lord feele with your hands how hot it is. Indeed you haue caught cold, With sitting yester night to heare me read, I pray thee go to bed, swéet Dick, poore little heart. Doule giue me leaue to wait vpon your Lordship. I had more need brother to wait on you: For you are sicke, and so am not I. O Lord, me thinks this going to our bed, How like it is to going to our graue: