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 T5 Christian faith, sin and salvation typicality 0.77 · 474 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T5: god, christ, david, sin, holy, israel, lord, mercy, sins, faith.
See what Ambition may persuade men to, In hope of honour he will spend himself. I never thought a Brewer half so rich. Was never bankrupt Brewer yet but one, With using too much malt, too little water. That's no fault in Brewers nowadays: Come, away about our business. 'tis not enough Lord Cobham to submit. You must forsake your gross opinion, The Bishops find themselves much injured, And though for some good service you have done, We for our part are pleased to pardon you, Yet they will not so soon be satisfied, My gracious Lord unto your Majesty, Next unto my God, I owe my life, And what is mine, either by nature's gift, Or fortune's bounty, all is at your service, But for obedience to the Pope of Rome, I owe him none, nor shall his shaveling priests That are in England, alter my belief. If out of holy Scripture they can prove, That I am in an error, I will yield, And gladly take instruction at their hands, But otherwise, I do beseech your grace, My conscience may not be encroached upon. We would be loath to press our subjects bodies, Much less their souls, the dear redeemed part, Of him that is the ruler of us all, Yet let me counsel ye, that might command, Do not presume to tempt them with ill words, Nor suffer any meetings to be had Within your house, but to the uttermost, Disperse the flocks of this new gathering sect. My liege, if any breath, that dares come forth, And say, my life in any of these points Deserves th'attainder of ignoble thoughts Here stand I, craving no remorse at all, But even the utmost rigor may be shown. Let it suffice we know your loyalty, What have you there? A deed of clemency, Your highness pardon for Lord Powesse life, Which I did beg, and you my noble Lord, Of gracious favour did vouchsafe to grant. But yet it is not signed with our hand. Not yet my Liege. The fact, you say, was done, Not of prepensed malice, but by chance. Upon mine honour so, no otherwise. There is his pardon, bid him make amends, And cleanse his soul to God for his offence, What we remit, is but the Body's scourge, How now Lord Bishop? justice dread Sovereign. As thou art King, so grant I may have justice. What means this exclamation, let us know? Ah my good Lord, the state's abused, And our decrees most shamefully profaned. How, or by whom? even by this heretic, This Iew, this Traitor to your majesty. Prelate, thou liest, even in thy greasy maw, Or whosoever twits me with the name, Of either traitor, or of heretic. Forbear I say, and Bishop, show the cause From whence this late abuse hath been derived,
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See what Ambition may perswade men to, In hope of honor he will spend himselfe. I neuer thought a Brewer halfe so ich. Was neuer bankerout Brewer yet but one, With vsing too much mault, too little water. Thats no fault in Brewers now-adayes: Come, away about our businesse. Tis not enough Lord Cobham to submit. You must forsake your grosse opinion, The Bishops find themselues much iniured, And though for some good seruice you haue done, We for our part are pleasde to pardon you, Yet they will not so soone be satisfied, My gracious Lord vnto your Maiestie, Next vnto my God, I owe my life, And what is mine, either by natures gift, Or fortunes bountie, al is at your seruice, But for obedience to the Pope of Rome, I owe him none, nor shall his shaueling priests That are in England, alter my beliefe. If out of holy Scripture they can proue, That I am in an errour, I will yeeld, And gladly take instruction at their hands, But otherwise, I do beseech your grace, My conscience may not be incroacht vpon. We would be loath to presse our subiects bodies, Much lesse their soules, the deere redeemed part, Of him that is the ruler of vs all, Yet let me counsell ye, that might command, Do not presume to tempt them with ill words, Nor suffer any meetings to be had Within your house, but to the vttermost, Disperse the flockes of this new gathering sect. My liege, if any breathe, that dares come forth, And say, my life in any of these points Deserues th'attaindor of ignoble thoughts Here stand I, crauing no remorce at all, But euen the vtmost rigor may be showne. Let it suffice we know your loyaltie, What haue you there? A deed of clemencie, Your Highnesse pardon for Lord Powesse life, Which I did beg, and you my noble Lord, Of gracious fauour did vouchsafe to grant. But yet it is not signed with our hand. Not yet my Liege. The fact, you say, was done, Not of prepensed malice, but by chance. Vpon mine honor so, no otherwise. There is his pardon, bid him make amends, And cleanse his soule to God for his offence, What we remit, is but the bodies scourge, How now Lord Bishop? Iustice dread Soueraigne. As thou art King, so graunt I may haue iustice. What meanes this exclamation, let vs know? Ah my good Lord, the state's abusde, And our decrees most shamefully prophande. How, or by whom? Euen by this heretike, This Iew, this Traitor to your maiestie. Prelate, thou liest, euen in thy greasie maw, Or whosoeuer twits me with the name, Of either traitor, or of heretike. Forbeare I say, and Bishop, shew the cause From whence this late abuse hath bin deriu'de,