Heywood, Thomas · published 1600 · first performed or written 1599 [1592-1599] (Annals) history · Derby's (Strange's) Men unassigned nearest T49 Wooing a mistress: suitors, go-betweens · 500 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T49: mistress, gentleman, love, lady, woman, pray, gentlewoman, hear, honest, way.
When was it ever e'en Iane Shore was false Either unto her country, or her king? And therefore 'tis not well good mistress Blage, That you upbraid me with a traitor's name. ay, but you have been a wicked liver, And now you see what 'tis to be unchaste, You should have kept you with your honest husband: 'twas never other like but that such filthiness, Would have a foul and detestable end. Time was that you did tell me otherwise, And studied how to set a gloss on that Which now you say is ugly and deformed. I told you then as then the time did serve, And more indeed to try your disposition, Than any way to encourage you to sin: But when I say you were ambitious, And saintly stood on terms of modesty, I left you to your own arbitrement: Can you deny it was not so? how say you? We will not mistress Blage dispute of that, But now in charity and womanhood, Let me find favour if it be but this, That in some barn or stable I may shroud. Till otherwise I be provided for. I pray you do not urge me mistress Shore. I will not have my house endangered so. Oh you did promise I should never want, And that your house was mine, & swore the same, To keep your oath be then compassionate. So you did swear you would be true to Shore, But you were not so good as your word, My oaths disherit which by the king's command. Yet let me have those jewels and that money, Which is within my trunks. I know of none: If there be any, i'll be so bold, As keep it for your diet and your man's, It is no little charge I have been at, To feed your dainty tooth, since you came hither, Beside houseroom, I am sure is somewhat worth. Ah Iane I cannot choose but pity thee, Here's the first step to thy deep misery. Oh that my grave had then been made my house, When either first I went unto the Court, Or from the court returned unto this place. How now, what are you? it had been manners You should have knocked before you had come in. We are the bishop's Parators my friend, And mistress Shore our errand is to you. This day it is commanded by the King, You must be stripped out of your rich attire, And in a white sheet go from Temple bar, Until you come to Algate, bore footed, Your hair about your ears, and in your hand, A burning taper, therefore go with us. even when and whither you will, and would to God, The King as soon could rid my soul of sin, As he may stripped my body of these rags. That would be soon enough, but come away, And mistress Blage you'll hardly answer it, When it is known we found her in your house.
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When was it euer éen Iane Shoare was false Eyther vnto her countrey, or her king? And therefore tis not well good mistris Blage, That you vpbraid me with a traitors name. I, but you haue béene a wicked liuer, And now you see what tis to be vnchaste, You should haue kept you your honest husband: T was neuer other like but that such filthinesse, Would haue a foule and detestable end. Time was that you did tell me otherwise, And studied how to set a glosse on that Which now you say is vgly and deformde. I told you then as then the time did serue, And more indéed to trie your disposition, Then any way to incourage you to sinne: But when I say you were ambitious, And saintly stood on tearmes of modestie, I left you to your owne arbiterment: Can you denie it was not so? how say you? We will not mistris Blage dispute of that, But now in charitie and womanhood, Let me find fauour if it be but this, That in some barne or stable I may shrowde. Till otherwise I be prouided for. I pray you do not vrge me mistris Shoare. I will not haue my house indangered so. Oh you did promise I should neuer want, And that your house was mine, & swore the same, To keepe your oath be then compassionate. So you did sweare you would be true to Shore, But you were not so good as your word, My oathes disherit which by the kings commaund. Yet let me haue those iewels and that money, Which is within my trunkes. I know of none: If there be any, ile be so bold, As kéepe it for your diet and your mans, It is no little charge I haue beene at, To de your daintie tooth, since you came hither, Beside houseroome, I am sure is somwhat worth. Ah Iane I cannot chuse but pittie thee, Heres the first step to thy déepe miserie. Oh that my graue had thē bin made my house, When either first I went vnto the Court, Or from the court returnd vnto this place. How now, what are you? it had béen maners You should haue knockt before you had come in. We are the Bishops Parators my friend, And mistris Shoare our errand is to you. This day it is commanded by the King, You must be stript out of your rich attire, And in a white shéete go from Temple barre, Untill you come to Algate, bare footed, Your haire about your eares, and in your hand, A burning taper, therefore go with vs. Euen when and whither you wil, and would to God, The King as soone could ridde my soule of sinne, As he may stript my bodie of these ragges. That would be soone enough, but come away, And mistris Blage youle hardly answere it, When it is knowne we found her in your house.