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 · 488 words
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No, but her just desert, She saved my life, which I had forfeited, Whereby my goods and life she merited. And thou shalt pay it in the self same place, Where thou this man our Officer, didst out face, And scorndst us saying if we stood by, Thou wouldst relieve her. I do not deny, For want of food her breath was near expired, I gave her means to buy it undesired, And rather choose to die for charity, Then live condemned of ingratitude. Your good devotion brings you to the gallows, He hath his sentence, Rufford sée him gd. Now sir your name? Is it not written there? Here's Mathew Flood. That is his name my Lord. Is thy name Flood? So M. Rufford sates. Flood and Air? the elements conspire, In air and water to confound our power: Didst thou relieve that hateful wretch Shoares wife? I did relieve that woeful wretch Shoares wife. Thou seemst a man well stayed and temperate, Durst thou infringe our proclamation? I did not break it. Yes, and added more, That you would answer it before the King. And added more, you would repent the thing. Who, I? his Highness knows my innocence, And ready service with my goods and life, Answer thy treasons to his majesty. What canst thou say Flood why thou shouldst not die? Nothing, for I am mortal and must die, When my time comes, but that I thinks not yet, Although (God knows) each hour I wish it were, So full of dolour is my weary life: Now say I this, that I do know the man, Which doth abet that traitorous libeler, Who did compose & spread that slanderous rhyme, Which scandals you, and doth abuse the time. What libeler? another Collingborne? That wrote: The Cat, the Rat, and Lovell our Dog, Do rule all England under a Hog. Canst thou repeat it Flood? I think I can if you command me so. We do command thee. In this sort it goes. The crook baked Boar the way hath found, To root our Roses from our ground, Both flower and bud will he confound, Till King of beasts the swine be crowned: And then the Dog, the Cat, and Rat, Shall in his trough feed and be fat. quoth M. Fog, chief secretary and counsellor to M. Rufford. How sayst thou Flood, doth Rufford foster this? He is a traitor if he do my Lord. I foster it? dread Lord I ask no grace, If I be guilty of this libeling, Vouchsafe me justice as you are my Prince, Against this traitor that accuseth me. What justice cravest thou? I will combat thee, In sign whereof I do unbutton me, And in my shirt my challenge will maintain, Thou call'st me traitor, I will prove thee one, Open thy bosom like me if thou darest? I will not be so rude before his grace.
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No, but her iust desert, She sau'de my life, which I had forfeited, Whereby my goods and life she meited. And thou shalt pay it in the selfe same place, Where thou this man our Officer, didst out face, And scorndst vs saying if we stoode by, Thou wouldst relieue her. I do not denie, For want of food her breath was néere expirde, I gaue her meanes to buy it vndesirde, And rather chuse to die for charitie, Then liue condemned of ingratitude. Your good dtion brings you to y• gallws, He hath his sentence, Rufford sée him gd. Now sir your name? Is it not written there? Heres Mathew Floud. That is his name my Lord. Is thy name Floud? So M. Rufford sates. Floud and Aire? the elements conspire, In ayre and water to confound our power: Didst thou relieue that hateful wretch Shoares wife? I did relieue that wofull wretch Shoares wife. Thou séemst a man well staid and temperate, Durst thou infringe our proclamation? I did not breake it. Yes, and added more, That you would answere it before the King. And added more, you would repent the thing. Who, I? his Highnes knowes my innocence, And readie seruice with my goods and life, Answere thy treasons to his maiestie. What canst thou say Floud why thou shouldst not die? Nothing, for I am mortall and must die, When my time comes, but that I thinkes not yet, Although (God knowes) ech houre I wish it were, So full of dolor is my wearje life: Now say I this, that I do know the man, Which doth abette that traiterous libeller, Who did compose & spread that slauderous rime, Which scandals you, and doth abuse the time. What libeller? another Collingborne? That wrote: The Cat, the Rat, and Louell our Dog, Do rule all England vnder a Hog. Canst thou repeat it Floud? I thinke I can if you commaund me so. We do commaund thee. In this sort it goes. The crooke bakt Boare the way hath found, To roote our Roses from our ground, Both flower and bud will he confound, Till King of beasts the swine be crownde: And then the Dog, the Cat, and Rat, Shall in his trough feed and be fat. quoth M. Fogge, chiefe secretarie and counsellor to M. Rufford. How saist thou Floud, doth Rufford this? He is a traitor if he do my Lord. I it? dread Lord I aske no grace, If I be guiltie of this libelling, Vouchsafe me iustice as you are my Prince, Against this traitor that accuseth me. What iustice crau'st thou? I will combat thée, In signe whereof I do vnbutton me, And in my shirt my chalenge will maintaine, Thou cal'st me traitor, I will proue thee one, Open thy bosome like me if thou darest? I will not be so rude before his grace.