Heywood, Thomas · published 1600 · first performed or written 1599 [1592-1599] (Annals) history · Derby's (Strange's) Men unassigned nearest T30 Constables, justices and the watch · 499 words
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Thou wilt not ope the pack of thy disgrace. Because thy doublets stuffed with traitorous libels. Catesbie tear off the buttons from his breast. What findst thou there? Your highness hand and seal, For transportation of Hides, Corn and Lead. Traitor, did I sign that commission? O pardon me most royal King. Pardon? to counterfeit my hand and seal? Have I bestowed such love, such countenance? Such trust on thee, and such authority, To have my hand and signet counterfeit? To carry Corn the food of all the land, And Lead, which after might annoy the land, And Hides, whose leather must relieve the land, To stranger's enemies unto the land: Didst thou so nearly counterfeit my hand? Not I my liege, but Fog the Attorney. Away with him Lovell and Catesbie, go, Command the Sheriffs of London presently, To see him drawn, and hanged, and quartered, Let them not drink before they see him dead. Hast you again. Well Flood thou art my death, I might have lived t' have seen thee lose thy head. Thou hast but justice for thy cruelty, Against the guiltless souls in misery, I ask no favour if I merit death. crav'st thou no favour? than I tell thee Flood, Thou art a traitor breaking our edict, By succouring that traitorous quean Shoares wife. And thou shalt die. If I have broke the law. If traitor? didst thou not give her thy purse? And doest thou not maintain the deed? I do, if it be death to the relenting heart, Of a kind husband, wronged by a King, To pity his poor weak seduced wife, Whom all the world must suffer by command, To pine and perish for the want of food: If it be treason for her husband then, In the dear bowels of his former love, To bury his own wrong and her misdeed, And give her meat whom he was wont to feed, Than Shore must die, for Flood is not my name, Though once I took it to conceal my shame, Pity permits not injured Shore pass by, And see his once loud wife with famine die. Lovell & Catesbie, this is Shore indeed, We confess that thou hast privilege, And art excepted in our Proclamation, Because thou art her husband whom it concerns, And thou mayst lawfully relieve thy wife, Upon condition thou forgive her fault, Take her again, and use her as before, Hazard new horns, how sayst thou, wilt thou Shore? If any but your Grace should so upbraid, Such rude reproach should roughly be repaid. Suppose for treason that she lay condemned, Might I not seed her till her hour of death, And yet myself no traitor for it? Thou mightst. And why not now (O pardon me dread lord) When she hath had both punishment and shame Sufficient, since a King did cause her blame, May I not give her food to save her life, Yet never take and use her as my wife?
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Thou wilt not ope the packe of thy disgrace. Because thy doublets stuft with traiterous libels. Catesbie teare off the buttons from his breast. What findst thou there? Your highnes hand and seale, For transportation of Hides, Corne and Lead. Traitor, did I signe that commission? O pardon me most royall King. Pardon? to counterfeit my hand and seale? Haue I bestowed such loue, such countenance? Such trust on thee, and such authoritie, To haue my hand and signet counterfet? To carrie Corne the food of all the land, And Lead, which after might annoy the land, And Hides, whose leather must relieue the land, To strangers enemies vnto the land: Didst thou so néerely connterfet my hand? Not I my liege, but Fogge the Atturney. Away with him Louell and Catesbie, go, the Sheriffes of London presently, To see hm drawne, and hango, and quartered, Let them not drinke before they see him dead. Hast you againe. Well Floud thou art my death, I might haue liudet' haue séene thee lose thy head. Thou hast but ustice for thy crueltie, Against the guiltlesse soules in miserie, I aske no fauur if I merit death. Crast thou no fauour? then I tell thee Floud, Thou art a traitor reaking our edict, By succouring that traitrous quean Shoares wife. And thou shalt die. If I haue broke the law. If ? didst thou not giue her thy purse? And dst thou not maintaine the deed? I do, if it be death to the relenting heart, Of a kind husband, wronged by a King, To his seduced wife, Whom all the world must suffer by commaund, To pine and perish for the want of food: If it be treason for her husband then, In the deare bowels of his former loue, To burie his owne wrong and her misdéed, And giue her meat whom he was wont to féede, Then Shoare must die, for Floud is not my name, Though once I tooke it to conceale my shame, Pittic permits not iniured Shoare passe by, And see his once loude wife with famine die. Louell & Catesbie, this is Shoare indéed, We confesse that thou hast pledge, And art excepted in our Proclamation, Because thou art her husband whom it concerns, And thou maist lawfully relieue thy wife, Upon condition thou forgiue her fault, Take her againe, and vse her as before, Hazard new hornes, how sasist thou, wilt thou Shoare? If any but your Grace should so vpbraid, Such rude reproch should roughly be repaid. Suppose for treason that she lay condemnde, Might I not séede her till her houre of death, And yet my selfe no traitor for it? Thou mightste. And why not now (O pardon me dread lord) When she hath had both punishment and shame Sufficient, since a King did cause her blame, May I not giue her food to saue her life, Yet neuer take and vse her as my wife?