Wilson, Robert / Drayton, Michael / Munday, Anthony / Hathaway, Richard · published 1600 · first performed or written 1599 [Oct 16, payment] (Annals) history · Admiral's (Nottingham's) Men unassigned nearest T47 Knaves, thieves and bawds · 506 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T47: knave, rogue, money, knaves, thief, rogues, pray, whore, nichol, book.
Yea, yea, I am a fool still, with all your wit you will die a beggar, go too. Go you old fool, give the poor people something, go in poor men into the inner court, and take such alms as there is to be had. God bless your honour. Hang you rogues, hang you, there's nothing but misery amongst you, you fear no law you. God bless you good master Rafe, God save your life, you are good to the poor still. What fellow's yonder comes along the grove? Few passengers there be that know this way: methinks he stops as though he stayed for me, And meant to shroud himself amongst the bushes. I know the Clergy hate me to the death, And my religion gets me many foes: And this may be some desperate rogue, suborned to work me mischief: As it Pleaseth God, if he come toward me, sure I'll stay his coming, be he but one man, whatsoe'er he be: I have been well acquainted with that face. Well met my honourable lord and friend. You are welcome sir, whate'er you be, But of this sudden sir, I do not know you. I am one that wisheth well unto your honour, My name is Powes, an old friend of yours. My honourable lord, and worthy friend, What makes your lordship thus alone in Kent, And thus disguised in this strange attire? My Lord, an unexpected accident, Hath at this time enforced me to these parts: And thus it happed, not yet full five days since, Now at the last Assize at Hereford, It chanced that the lord Herbert and myself, 'mongst other things, discoursing at the table, To fall in speech about some certain points Of Wickliff's doctrine, 'gainst the papacy, And the religion catholic, maintained Through the most part of Europe at this day. This wilful tasty lord stuck not to say, That Wickliff was a knave, a schismatic, His doctrine devilish and heretical, And whatsoe'er he was maintained the same, was traitor both to God and to his country. Being moved at his peremptory speech, I told him, some maintained those opinions, Men, and truer subjects than lord Herbert was: And he replying in comparisons: Your name was urged, my lord, 'gainst his challenge, To be a perfect favourer of the truth. And to be short, from words we fell to blows, Our servants, and our tenants taking parts, Many on both sides hurt: and for an hour The broil by no means could be pacified, Until the judges rising from the bench, Were in their persons forced to part the fray. I hope no man was violently slain. Faith none I trust, but the lord Herbert's self, Who is in truth so dangerously hurt, As it is doubted he can hardly scape. I am sorry, my good lord, of these ill news. This is the cause that drives me into Kent, To shroud myself with you so good a friend, Until I hear how things do speed at home.
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Yea, yea, I am a foole still, with all your wit you will die a beggar, go too. Go you olde foole, giue the poore people something, go in poore men into the inner court, and take such alms as there is to be had. God blesse your honor. Hang you roags, hang you, theres nothing but misery amongst you, you feare no law you. God blesse you good maister Rafe, God saue your life, you are good to the poore still. What fellow's yonder comes along the groue? Few passengers there be that know this way: Me thinkes he stops as though he stayd for me, And meant to shrowd himselfe amongst the bushes. I know the Cleargie hate me to the death, And my religion gets me many foes: And this may be some desperate rogue, Subornd to worke me mischiefe: As it Pleaseth God, if he come toward me, sure Ile stay his comming, be he but one man, What soere he be: I haue beene well acquainted with that face. Well met my honorable lord and friend. You are welcome sir, what ere you be, But of this sodaine sir, I do not know you. I am one that wisheth well vnto your honor, My name is Powes, an olde friend of yours. My honorable lord, and worthy friend, What makes your lordship thus alone in Kent, And thus disguised in this strange attire? My Lord, an vnexpected accident, Hath at this time inforc'de me to these parts: And thus it hapt, not yet ful fiue dayes since, Now at the last Assise at Hereford, It chanst that the lord Herbert and my selfe, Mongst other things, discoursing at the table, To fall in speech about some certaine points Of Wickcliffes doctrine, gainst the papacie, And the religion catholique, maintaind Through the most part of Europe at this day. This wilfull teasty lord stucke not to say, That Wickcliffe was a knaue, a schismatike, His doctrine diuelish and hereticall, And what soere he was maintaind the same, was traitor both to God and to his country. Being moued at his peremptory speech, I told him, some maintained those opinions, Men, and truer subiects then lord Herbert was: And he replying in comparisons: Your name was vrgde, my lord, gainst his chalenge, To be a perfect fauourer of the trueth. And to be short, from words we fell to blowes, Our seruants, and our tenants taking parts, Many on both sides hurt: and for an houre The broyle by no meanes could be pacified, Vntill the Iudges rising from the bench, Were in their persons forc'de to part the fray. I hope no man was violently slaine. Faith none I trust, but the lord Herberts selfe, Who is in truth so dangerously hurt, As it is doubted he can hardly scape. I am sory, my good lord, of these ill newes. This is the cause that driues me into Kent, To shrowd my selfe with you so good a friend, Vntill I heare how things do speed at home.