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 · 485 words
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And we would not be absent from the court, Lest thereby grow suspicion in the king. Yet taste a cup of wine before ye go. Not now my lord, we thank you: so farewell. Farewell my noble lords: my noble lords? My noble villains, base conspirators, How can they look his Highness in the face, Whom they so closely study to betray? But i'll not sleep until I make it known. This head shall not be burdened with such thoughts, Nor in this heart will I conceal a deed Of such impiety against my king. Madam, how now? You are welcome home, my Lord, Why seem ye so disquiet in your looks? What hath befallen you that disquiets your mind? Bid news I am afraid touching my husband. Madam, not so: there is your husband's pardon, Long may ye live, each joy unto the other. So great a kindness as I know not how to make reply, my sense is quite confounded. Let that alone: and madam stay me not, For I must back unto the court again With all the speed I can: Harpoole, my horse. So soon my Lord? what will you ride all night? All night or day it must be so, sweet wife, Urge me not why or what my business is, But get you in: Lord Powesse, bear with me, And madam, think your welcome near the worse: My house is at your use. Harpoole, away. Shall I attend your lordship to the court? Yea sir, your gelding, mount you presently I prithee Harpoole, look unto thy Lord, I do not like this sudden posting back. Some earnest business is a foot belike, whate'er it be, pray God be his good guide. Amen that hath so highly us bested. Come madam, and my lord, we'll hope the best, You shall not into Wales till he return. Though great occasion be we should depart, yet madam will we stay to be resolved, of this unlooked for doubtful accident. Come my hearts of flint, modestly, decently, soberly, and handsomely, no man afore his Leader, follow your master, your Captain, your Knight that shall be, for the honour of Mealemen, Millers, and maltmen dun is the mouse, Dick and Tom for the credit of Dunstable, ding down the enemy tomorrow, ye shall not come into the field like beggars, where be Leonard and Laurence my two loaders, Lord have mercy upon us, what a world is this? I would give a couple of shillings for a dozen of good feathers for ye, and forty pence for as many scarves to set ye out withal, frost and snow, a man has no heart to fight till he be brave. Master I hope we be no babes, for our manhood, our bucklers, and our town footballs can bear witness: and this light 'parel we have shall off, and we'll fight naked afore we run away.
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And we would not be absent from the court, Lest thereby grow suspition in the king. Yet taste a cup of wine before ye go. Not now my lord, we thanke you: so farewell. Farewell my noble lordes: my noble lords? My noble villaines, base conspirators, How can they looke his Highnesse in the face, Whome they so closly study to betray? But ile not sleepe vntill I make it knowne. This head shall not be burdned with such thoughts, Nor in this heart will I conceale a deede Of such impietie against my king. Madam, how now? You are welcome home, my Lord, Why seeme ye so disquiet in your lookes? What hath befalne you that disquiets your minde? Bad newes I am afraide touching my husband. Madam, not so: there is your husbands pardon, Long may ye liue, each ioy vnto the other. So great a kidnesse as I knowe not howe to make reply, my sense is quite confounded. et that alone: and madam stay me not, For I must backe vnto the court againe With all the speede I can: Harpoole, my horse. So soone my Lord? what will you ride all night? All night or day it must be so, sweete wife, Vrge me not why or what my businesse is, But get you in: Lord Powesse, beare with me, And madam, thinke your welcome nere the worse: My house is at your vse. Harpooe, away. Shall I attend your lordship to the court? Yea sir, your gelding, mount you presently I prythee Harpoole, looke vnto thy Lord, I do not like this sodaine posting backe. Some earnest businesse is a foote belike, What e're it be, pray God be his good guide. Amen that hath so highly vs bested. Come madam, and my lord, weele hope the best, You shall not into Wales till he returne. Though great occasion be we should departe, yet madam will we stay to be resolude, of this vnlookt for doubtful accident. Come my hearts of flint, modestly, decently, soberly, and handsomly, no man afore his Lader, follow your master, your Captaine, your Knight that shal be, for the honor of Meale-men, Millers, and Mault-men dunne is the mowse, Dicke and Tom for the credite of Dunstable, ding downe the enemie to morrow, ye shall not come into the field like beggars, whre be Leonard and Laurence my two loaders, Lord haue mercie vpon vs, what a world is this? I would giue a couple of shillings for a dozen of good fethers for ye, and forty pence for as many skarffes to set ye out withall, frost and snow, a man has no heart to fight till he be braue. Master I hope we be no babes, for our manhood, our bucklers, and our towne foote-balls can beare witnesse: and this lite parrell we haue shall off, and wee'l fight naked afore we runne away.