Heywood, Thomas · published 1600 · first performed or written 1599 [1592-1599] (Annals) history · Derby's (Strange's) Men unassigned nearest T1 Death, grief and revenge · 484 words
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Pardon me mistress Shore, I saw you not, And trust me I am sorry at the heart, So good a creature as yourself hath been, Should be so vilely dealt with as you are, I promise you the world laments your case. How means you sir? I understand you not? Lament my case, for what? for Edward's death? I know that I have lost a gracious friend, But that is not to be remedied now. No mistress Shore, it is for Richard's hate, That too much envies your prosperity. I know he loves me not and for that cause, I have withdrawn me wholly from the court. You have not seen the Proclamation then? The proclamation? no, what proclamation? Oh mistress Shore, the king in every street Of London, and in every borough town, Throughout this land hath publicly proclaimed, On pain of death that none shall harbour you, Or give you food or clothes to keep you warm, But having first done shameful penance here, You shall be then thrust forth the City gates, Into the naked cold forsaken field, I fable not, I would to God I did, See, here's the manner of it put in print, 'tis to be sold in every stationer's shop, Besides a number of them clapped on posts. Where people crowding as they read your fall, Some murmur, and some sigh, but most of them, Have their relenting eyes even big with tears. God's will be done, I know my sin is great, And he that is omnipotent and just, Cannot but must reward me heavily. It grieves me mistress Shore, it was my chance, To be the first reporter of this news. Let it not grieve, I must have heard of it, And now as good, as at another time. I pray ye mistress Blage have care of Flood, And what his charge is I will see you paid, Farewell to all that still shall be my song, Let men impose upon me near such wrong, And this extremity shall seem the less, In that I have a friend to lean unto, Sweet mistress Blage, there were upon the earth, No comfort left for miserable Iane, But that I do presume upon your love, I know though tyrant Richard had set down, A greater penalty than is proclaimed, Which cannot well be thought, yet in your house, I should have succour and relief beside. What, and so I should be a traitor, should I? Is that the care you have of me and mine? I thank you truly, no there's no such matter, I love you well, but love myself better: As long as you were held a true subject, I made account of you accordingly, But being otherwise, I do reject you, And will not cherish my king's enemy: You know the danger of the Proclamation: I would to God you would depart my house.
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Pardon me mistris Shoare, I saw you not, And trust me I am sorie at the heart, So good a creature as your selfe hath béene, Should be so vilely dealt with as you are, I momise you the world laments your case. How mean you sir? I vnderstand you not? Lament my case, for what? for Edwards death? I know that I haue lost a gracious friend, But that is not to be remedied now. No mistris Shoare, it is for Richards hate, That too much enuies your prosperitie. I know he loues me not and for that cause, I haue withdrawne me wholly from the court. You haue not séene the Proclamation then? The proclamation? no, what proclamation? Oh mistris Shoare, the king in euery stréet Of London, and in euerie borough towne, Throughout this land hath publikely proclaimd, On paine of death that none shal barbour you, Or giue you food or cloathes to kéep you warme, But hauing first done shamefull penance here, You shall be then thrust forth the Citie gates, Into the naked cold forsaken field, I fable not, I would to God I did, Sée, heres the manner of it put in print, Tis to be sold in euerie Stationers shop, Besides a number of them clapt on poasts. Where people crowding as they read your fall, Some murmure, and some sigh, but most of them, Haue their relenting eies euen big with teares. Gods wil be done, I know my sinne is great, And he that is omnipotent and iust, Cannot but must reward me heauily. It grieues me mistris Shoare, it was my chance, To be the first reporter of this newes. Let it not grieue, I must haue heard of it, And now as good, as at another time. I pray yee mistris Blage haue care of Floud, And what his charge is I will sée you paide, Farewell to all that still shall be my song, Let men impose vpon me nere such wrong, And this extremitie shall seeme the lesse, In that I haue a friend to leane vnto, Sweet mistris Blage, there were vpon the earth, No comfort left for miserable Iane, But that I do presume vpon your loue, I know though tyrant Richard had set downe, A greater penaltie then is proclaimd, Which cannot wel be thought, yet in your house, I should haue succour and reliefe beside. What, and so I should be a traitor, should I? Is that the care you haue of me and mine? I thanke you truly, no theres no such matter, I loue you well, but loue my selfe better: As long as you were held a true subiect, I made account of you accordingly, But being otherwise, I do reiect you, And will not cherish my kings enemie: You know the danger of the Proclamation: I would to God you would depart my house.