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 · 506 words
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Zounds I won't in play, in fair square play of the keeper of Eltham park, and that I will maintain with this poor whinyard, be you two honest men to stand and look upon's, and let's alone, and take neither part. Agreed, I charge ye do not budge afoot, Sir Iohn have at ye. Soldier ware your sconce. Hold villains hold, my Lords, what do ye mean, To see a traitor draw against the King? The King! God's will, I am in a proper pickle. Butler what news? why dost thou trouble us? Please it your Highness, it is break of day, And as I scouted near to Islington, The grey eyed morning gave me glimmering, Of armed men coming down Highgate hill, Who by their course are coasting hitherward. Let us withdraw, my Lords, prepare our troops, To charge the rebels, if there be such cause, For this lawd priest this devilish hypocrite, That is a thief, a gamester, and what not, Let him be hanged up for example's sake. Not so my gracious sovereign, I confess I am a frail man, flesh and blood as other are: but set my imperfections aside, by this light ye have not a taller man, nor a truer subject to the Crown and State, than Sir Iohn of Wrotham. will a true subject rob his King? Alas 'twas ignorance and want, my gracious liege. 'twas want of grace: why, you should be as salt To season others with good document, Your lives as lamps to give the people light, As shepherds, not as wolves to spoil the flock, Go hang him Butler. Didst thou not rob me? I must confess I saw some of your gold, but my dread Lord, I am in no humour for death, therefore save my life, God will that sinners live; do not you cause me die, once in their lives the best may go astray, and if the world say true, yourself (my liege) have been a thief. I confess I have, But I repent and have reclaimed myself. So will I do if you will give me time. Wilt thou? my lords, will you be his sureties? That when he robs again, he shall be hanged. I ask no more. And we will grant thee that, Live and repent, and prove an honest man, Which when I hear, and safe return from France, I'll give thee living, till when take thy gold, But spend it better than at cards or wine, For better virtues fit that coat of thine. Vivat Rex & currat lex, my liege, if ye have cause of battle, ye shall see sir Iohn of Wrotham bestir himself in your quarrel. Bring in those traitors, whose aspiring minds, Thought to have triumphed in our overthrow, But now ye see, base villains, what success Attends ill actions wrongfully attempted. Sir Roger Acton, thou retain'st the name Of knight, and shouldst be more discreetly tempered, Than join with peasants, gentry is divine, But thou hast made it more than popular.
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Zounds I won't in play, in faire square play of the keeper of Eltham parke, and that I will maintaine with this poore whinyard, be you two honest men to stand and looke vpon's, and let's alone, and take neither part. A greede, I charge ye do not boudge a foot, Sir Iohn haue at ye. Souldier ware your skonce. Hold villaines hold, my Lords, what do ye meane, To see a traitor draw against the King? The King! Gods wil, I am in a proper pickle. Butler what newes? why dost thou trouble vs? Please it your Highnesse, it is breake of day, And as I skouted neere to Islington, The gray ey'd morning gaue me glimmering, Of armed men comming downe Hygate hill, Who by their course are coasting hitherward. Let vs withdraw, my Lords, prepare our troopes, To charge the rebels, if there be such cause, For this lawd priest this diuellish hypocrite, That is a thiefe, a gamster, and what not, Let him be hang'd vp for example sake. Not so my gracious soueraigne, I confesse I am a frayle man, flesh and bloud as other are: but set my imperfections aside, by this light ye haue not a taller man▪ nor a truer subiect to the Crowne and State, than sit of VVrootham. Wil a true subiect robb his King? Alas twas ignorane and want, my gracious liege. Twas want of grace: why, you should be as salt To season others with good document, Your liues as lampes to giue the people light, As shepheards, not as wolues to spoile the flock, Go hang hm Butler. Didst thou not rob me? I must confesse I saw some of your gold, but my dread Lord, I am in no humor for death, therfore saue my life, God will that sinners liue; do not you cause me die, once in their liues the best may goe astray, and if the world say true, your selfe (my liege) haue bin a thiefe. I confesse I haue, But I repent and haue reclaimd my selfe. So will I do if you will giue me time. Wilt thou? my lords, will you be his suerties? That when he robs againe, he shall be hang'd. I aske no more. And we will grant thee that, Liue and repent, and proue an honest man, Which when I heare, and safe returne from France, Ile giue thee liuing, till when take thy gold, But spend it better then at cards or wine, For better vertues fit that coate of thine. Viuat Rex & currat lex, my liege, if ye haue cause of battell, ye shal see sir Iohn of Wrootham bestirre himselfe in your quarrel. Bring in those traitors, whose aspiring minds, Thought to haue triumpht in our ouerthrow, But now ye see, base villaines, what successe Attends ill actions wrongfully attempted. Sir Roger Acton, thou retainst the name Of knight, and shouldst be more discreetly temperd, Than ioyne with peasants, gentry is diuine, But thou hast made it more then popular.