Heywood, Thomas · published 1600 · first performed or written 1599 [1592-1599] (Annals) history · Derby's (Strange's) Men unassigned nearest T18 Rebels, barons and the king's wars at ho · 515 words
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I do accept it Catesbie, and return, Exchange of mutual and party love. Now Fog too, that in your traitorous Libels, Besides the counterfeiting of our hand and seal For Rufford, though so great a fault deserved To suffer death, as he already hath, Going about to slubber our renown, And wound us with reproach and infamy, Yet Fog that thou thyself mayst plainly see, How far I am from seeking sharp revenge, Fog I forgive thee, and withal we do, Repeal our heavy sentence 'gainst Shoares wife, Restoring all her goods, for we intend, With all the world now to be perfect friends. Why my good Lord, you knew she's dead already. True Catesbie, else I near had spoke such words, Alas I see our kindness comes too late, For Catesbie tells me she is dead already. I my good Lord, so is her husband too. Would they had lived, to see our friendly change, But Catesbie say, where died Shore and his wife? Where Air was hanged for giving her relief, There both of them round circling his cold grave, And arm in arm departed from this life: The people for the love they bear to her, And her kind husband, pitying his wrongs, For ever after mean to call the ditch, Shoares Ditch, as in the memory of them, Their bodies in the friars minorites, Are in one grave interred all together, But mistress Blage for ingratitude, To mistress Shore, lies dead unburied, And no one will afford her burial. But mistress Blage she shall have burial too, What now we must be friends, indeed we must, And now my Lords, I give you all to know, In memory of our eternal love, I do ordain an order of the bath, twelve knights in number of that royal sort, Which order with all princely ceremonies, Shall be observed in all royal pomp, As Edward's our forefather of the Barter, Which feast ourself, and our beloved Queen, Will presently solemnize in our person. Now am I bold to put your grace in mind Of my long suit, and partly your own promise, The Earl of Hereford's lands. cousin we'll better think on that here after. M pains my Lord hath not deserude delay. will you appoint our time: than you shall stay, For this hot hastiness sir you shall stay, Moon us no more you were best. I Richard, is it come to this? In my first suit of all, dost thou deny me? Break thine own word, & turn me off so slightly, Richard thou hadst as good have damned thy soul, As basely thus to deal with Buckingham: Richard i'll sit upon thy crumped shoulder: i'faith I will, if heaven will give me leave, And Harrie Richmond, this hand alone, Shall fetch thee home, and seat thee in his throne. What is he gone in heat, why farewell be, He is displeased, let him be pleased again, We have no time to think on angry men: Come my sweet Queen, let us go solemnize, Our Knighthood's order in most royal wise.
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I doe accept it Catesbie, and returne, Exchange of mutuall and partie loue. Now Fogge too, that in your traiterous Libels, Besides the counterfeiting of our hand and seale For Rufford, though so great a fault deserud To suffer death, as hee alreadie hath, Going about to siubber our renowue, And wound vs with reproach and infamie, Yet Fogge that thou thy selfe maist plainely see, How farre I am from séeking sharp reuenge, Fogge I forgiue thee, and withall wee doe, Repeale our heauie sentence gainst Shoares wie, Restoring all her goods, for we intend, With all the world now to be perfect friends. Why my good Lord, you knw shées dead alreadie. True Catesbie, else I nere had spoke such words, Alas I see our kindnesse comes too late, For Catesbie tels me she is dead alreadie. I my good Lord, so is her husband too. Would they had liude, to see our friendly change, But Catesbie say, where dide Shoare and his wife? Where Aire was hangde for giuing her reliefe, There both of them round circkling his cold graue, And arme in arme departed from this life: The people for the loue they beare to her, And her kind husband, pittying his wrongs, For euer after meane to call the ditch, Shoares Ditch, as in the memorie of them, Their bodies in the Friers minorites, Are in one graue enterred all together, But mistris Blage for ingratitude, To mistris Shoare, lies dead vnburied, And no one will afford her buriall. But mistris Blage she shal haue burial too, What now we must be friends, indeed we must, And now my Lords, I giue you all to know, In memorie of our eternall loue, I do ordame an order of the Bathe, Twelue knights in number of that royall sort, Which order with all princely ceremonies, Shall be obserued in all royall pompe, As Edwards our forefather of the Barter, Which feast our selfe, and our beloued Quéene, Will presently solemnize in our person. Now am I bold to put your grace in mind Of my long suite, and partly your owne promise, The Earle of Herefords lands. Cosin wéele better thinke on that here after. M pains my Lord hath not deserude delay. Wl you appoint our time: then you shal stay, For this hote hastinesse sir you shall stay, Moo no more you were best. I Richard, is it come to this? In my first suite of all, dost thou dense mee? Breake thine o word, & turne me off so slieghtly, Richard thoud hadst as good haue damnde thy soule, As basely thus to beale with Buckingham: Richard ile sit vpon thy cruped shoulder: I faith I will, if heauen will giue me leaue, And Harrie Richmond, this hand alone, Shall fetch thée home, and seat thee in his throne. What is he gone in heat, why farewell bee, He is displeasde, let him be pleasde againe, We haue no time to thinke on angrie men: Come my swéet Quéene, let vs go solemnize, Our Knighthoods order in most royall wise.