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 · 500 words
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She did more good than ever thou canst do, And if thou wilt not pity her thyself, Give others leave, by duty bound thereto: Here mistress Shore, take this, and would to God It were so much as my poor heart could wish. Who is it that thus pities my poor wife? 'tis M. Air, God's blessing on him for it. Darest thou do so Air? Rufford I dare do more: Here is my ring, it ways an ounce of Gold, And take my cloak to keep ye from the cold. Thou art a traitor Air. Rufford, thou art a villain so to call me. Lay hold on him, attach him officers. Rufford, I'll answer thine arrest with this. All this contending sir will not avail, This treason will be rated at thy life. Life is too little for her sake that saved it. Is he a traitor sir, for doing good? God save the King, a true heart means no ill. I trust he hath reclaimed his sharp edict, And will not that his poorest subject perish, And so persuaded I myself will do, That which both love and nature binds me to. I cannot give her as she well deserves. For she hath lost a greater benefit. woman take that purse. kte away. You shall not sir, for I will answer it, Before the King if you enforce it so. It must be so, you shall unto the King. You will be he will first repent the thing: Come M. Air, i'll bear ye company, Which wise men doth say ease calamity, If grief to speech free passage could afford, Or for woe I had a fitting word, I might complain, or if my floods of tears, Could move remorse of minds, or pierce dull ears, Or wash away my cares, or cleanse my crime: With words & tears I would bewail the time. But it is bootless, why live I to see, All those despised that do pity me. Despised? alas, destroyed, and led to death, That gave me alms here to prolong my breath. Fair Dames behold, let my example prove, There is no love like to a husband's love. Now tell us Rufford which of these it is, That in the heat of his upheaved spleen, contemns our crown, disdains our dignity, And arms himself against authority. Both have offended my dread sovereign, Though not alike, yet both faults capital, These lines declare what, when, & where it was. Which is that Air? This young man my Liege. I thought it was some hot distempered blood, That fired his giddy brain with business: Is thy name Air? It is. This paper says so. Perish may he that made that paper speak. Ha? Dost thou wish confusion unto us? This paper is the Organ of our power, And shall pronounce thy condemnation, We make it speak thy treasons to thy face, And thy malicious tongue speaks treason still. Relievest thou Shoares wife in contempt of us?
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She did more good then euer thou canst doe, And if thou wilt not pittie her thy selfe, Giue others leaue, by dutie bound thereto: Here mistris Shoare, take this, and would to God It were so much as my poore heart could wish. Who is it that thus pitties my poore wife? Ti M. Aire, Gods blessing on him for it. Darest thou do so Aire? Rufford I dare do more: Here is my ring, it waies an ounce of Gold, And take my cloake to keepe yée from the cold. Thou art a traitor Aire. Rufford, thou art a villaine so to call me. Lay hold on him, attach him officers. Rufford, e answere thine arrest with this. All this contending sir will not auaile, This treason will be rated at thy life. Life is too little for her sake that sau'de it. Is he a traitour sir, for doing good? God saue the King, a true heart meanes no ill. I trust he hath reclaimde his arpe edict, And will not that his poorest subiect perish, And so perswaded I my selfe will doe, That which both loue and nature binds me to. I cnnot giue her as she well deserues. For she hath lost a greater benefite. take that purse. kte away. You shall not sir, for I will answere it, Before the King if you inforce it so. It must be so, you shall vnto the King. You will be he will first repent the thing: Come M. Aire, ile beare ye companie, Which wise men doth say ease calamitie, If griee to spéech frée passage could afford, Or we I had a fitting word, I migh complaine, or if my flouds of teares, Could moue remorse of minds, or pearce dul ears, Or wash away my cares, or cleanse my crime: With words & teares I would be waile the time. But it is bootlesse, why liue I to see, All those despised that do pittie me. Despisde? alas, destroyed, and led to death, That gaue me almes here to prolong my breath. Faire Dames behold, let my example proue, There is no loue like to a husbands loue. Now tell vs Rufford which of these it is, That in the heat of his vpheaued spléene, Contemnes our crowne, disdaines our dignitie, And armes himselfe against authoritie. Both haue offended my dread soueraigne, Though not alike, yet both faults capitall, These les declare what, when, & where it was. Which is that Aire? This young man my Liege. I thought it was some hot distempred blood, That fierd his gyddie braine with businesse: Is thy name Aire? It is. This paper saies so. Perish may he that made that paper speak. Ha? Dost thou wish confusion vnto vs? This paper is the Organe of our power, And shall pronounce thy condemnation, We make it speake thy treasons to thy face, And thy malicious tongue speakes treasn still. Relieu'st thou Shoares wife in contempt of vs?