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 T18 Rebels, barons and the king's wars at ho · 486 words
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Then I am but as thou hast been in thy days, let's not be ashamed of our trade, the King has been a thief himself. Come, be quiet, hast thou sped? I have wench, here be crowns i'faith. Come, let's be all friends then. Well said mistress Dorothy i'faith. Thou art the mad'st priest that ever I met with. Give me thy hand, thou art as good a fellow, I am a singer, a drinker, a bencher, a wencher, I can say a mass, and kiss a lass: faith I have a parsonage, and because I would not be at too much charges, this wench serves me for a sexton. Well said mad priest, we'll in and be friends, Now master Murley, I am well assured You know our arrant, and do like the cause, Being a man affected as we are? Mary God dild ye dainty my dear, no master, good Sir Roger Acton Knight, master Bourne, and master Beverley esquires, gentlemen, and justices of the peace, no master I, but plain William Murly the brewer of Dunstable your honest neighbour, and your friend, if ye be men of my profession. Professed friends to Wickliff, foes to Rome. Hold by me lad, lean upon that staff good master Beverley, all of a house, say your mind, say your mind. You know our faction now is grown so great, Throughout the realm; that it begins to smoke Into the Clergies eyes, and the king's ears, High time it is that we were drawn to head, Our general and officers appointed. And wars ye wot will ask great store of coin. Able to strength our action with your purse, You are elected for a colonel Over a regiment of fifteen bands. Fue paltry paltry, in and out, to and fro, be it more or less, upon occasion, Lord have mercy upon us, what a world is this? Sir Roger Acton, I am but a Dunstable man, a plain brewer, ye know: will lusty Cavaliering captains gentlemen come at my calling, go at my bidding? Dainty my dear, they'll do a dog of wax, a horse of cheese, a prick and a pudding, no, no, ye must appoint some lord or knight at least to that place. Why master Murley, you shall be a Knight: Were you not in election to be shrieve? Have ye not past all offices but that? Have ye not wealth to make your wife a lady? I warrant you, my lord, our General Bestows that honour on you at first sight. Mary God dild ye dainty my dear: But tell me, who shallbe our General? Where's the lord Cobham, sir Iohn Oldcastle, That noble almsgiver, housekeeper, virtuous, Religious gentleman? Come to me there boys, Come to me there. Why who but he shall be our General? And shall he knight me, and make me colonel? My word for that, sir William Murley knight.
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Then I am but as thou hast beene in thy dayes, lets not be ashamed of our trade, the King has beene a theefe himselfe. Come, be quiet, hast thou sped? I haue wench, here be crownes ifaith. Come, lets be all friends then. Well said mistris Dorothy ifaith. Thou art the madst priest that euer I met with. Giue me thy hand, thou art as good a fellow, I am a singer, a drinker, a bencher, a wencher, I can say a masse, and kisse a lasse: faith I haue a parsonage, and bicause I would not be at too much charges, this wench serues me for a sexton. Well said mad priest, weele in and be friends, Now maister Murley, I am well assurde You know our arrant, and do like the cause, Being a man affected as we are? Mary God dild ye daintie my deere, no master, good r Roger Acton Knight, maister Bourne, and maister Beuerley esquires, gentlemen, and iustices of the peace, no maister I, but plaine William Murly the brewer of Dunstable your honest neighbour, and your friend, if ye be men of my profession. Professed friends to Wickliffe, foes to Rome. Hold by me lad, leane vpon that staffe good maister Beuerley, all of a house, say your mind, say your mind. You know our faction now is growne so great, Throughout the realme; that it beginnes to smoake Into the Cleargies eies, and the Kings eares, High time it is that we were drawne to head, Our generall and officers appoynted. And warres ye wot will aske great store of coine. Able to strength our action with your purse, You are elected for a colonell Ouer a regiment of fifteene bands. Fue paltrie paltrie, in and out, to and fro, be it more or lesse, vppon occasion, Lorde haue mercie vppon vs, what a world is this? Sir Roger Acton, I am but a Dunstable man, a plaine brewer, ye know: will lusty Caualiering captaines gentlemen come at my calling, goe at my bidding? Daintie my deere, theile doe a dogge of waxe, a horse of cheese, a pricke and a pudding, no, no, ye must appoint some lord or knight at least to that place. Why master Murley, you shall be a Knight: Were you not in election to be shrieue? Haue ye not past all offices but that? Haue ye not wealth to make your wife a lady? I warrant you, my lord, our Generall Bestowes that honor on you at first sight. Mary God dild ye daintie my deare: But tell me, who shalbe our Generall? Wheres the lord Cobham, sir Iohn Old-castle, That noble almes-giuer, housekeeper, vertuous, Religious gentleman? Come to me there boies, Come to me there. Why who but he shall be our Generall? And shall he knight me, and make me colonell? My word for that, sir William Murley knight.