Yarington, Robert · published 1601 · first performed or written 1594 [1594-c.1598] (Annals) tragedy · Unknown unassigned nearest T52 Prodigals, portions and poor kin · 536 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T52: brother, father, uncle, cousin, son, poor, bread, old, given, master.
Go you disturbers of a quiet soul, Sad, greedy, gaping, hungry cannibals, That joy to practise others miseries: Gentles, prepare your tear bedecked eyes, To see two shows of lamentation, Besprinkled everywhere with guiltless blood, Of harmless youth, and pretty innocents, Our Stage doth wear habiliments of woe, Truth rues to tell the truth of these laments: The one was done in famous London late, Within that street whose side the river Thames Doth strive to wash from all impurity: But yet that silver stream can never wash, The sad remembrance of that cursed deed, Performed by cruel Merry on just Beech, And his true boy poor Thomas Winchester, The most here present, know this to be true: Would truth were false, so this were but a tale, The other further off, but yet too near, To those that felt and did the cruelty: Near Padua this wicked deed was done, By a false Uncle, on his brother's son, Left to his careful education, By dying Parents, with as strict a charge, As ever yet death-breathing brother gave: Look for no mirth, unless you take delight, In mangled bodies, and in gaping wounds, Bloodily made by mercy wanting hands, Truth will not feign, but yet doth grieve to show, This deed of ruth and miserable woe. I live in mean and discontented state, But wherefore should I think of discontent: I am beloved, I have a pretty house, A loving sister, and a careful man, That do not think their days work well at end, Except it bring me in some benefit: And well frequented is my little house, With many guests and honest passengers, Which may in time advance my humble state, To greater wealth and reputation. And here comes friends to drink some bear or ale, They are my neighbours, they shall have the best, Ne. Come neighbour Beech let's have our morning's draft And we'll go drink it at young Merry's house: They say he hath the best in all this town, Besides they say he is an honest man, And keeps good rule and orders in his house. He's so indeed, his conversation, Is full of honest harmless courtesy: I dare presume, if that he be within, He'll serve us well, and keep us company, See where he is, go in, i'll follow you. Nay strain no courtesy you shall go before. Your welcome neighbour, you are welcome sir, I pray sit down, your very welcome both: We thank you for it, and we think no less, Now fill two cans of your old strongest bear: That make so many lose their little wits, And make indentures as they go along. Hoe sister Rachel: I come presently. Go draw these gentlemen two Cans of bear, Your negligence that cannot tend the shop, Will make our customers forsake the house. Where's Harry William's that he stays not here. myself was busy dressing up the house, As for your man he is not very well: But sitteth sleeping by the kitchen fire. If you are busy get you up again, I'll draw my neighbours then their drink myself, I'll warrant you as good as any man's, And yet no better, many have the like.
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Goe you disturbers of a quiet soule, Sad, greedy, gaping, hungrie Canibals, That ioy to practise others miseries: Gentles, prepare your teare bedecked eyes, To see two shewes of lamentation, Besprinckled euery where with guiltlesse blood, Of harmlesse youth, and pretie innocents, Our Stage doth weare habilliments of woe, Truth rues to tell the truth of these laments: The one was done in famous London late, Within that streete whose side the riuer Thames Doth striue to wash from all impuritie: But yet that siluer streame can neuer wash, The sad remembrance of that cursed deede, Perform'd by cruell Merry on iust Beech, And his true boye poore Thomas Winchester, The most here present, know this to be true: Would truth were false, so this were but a tale, The other further off, but yet too neere, To those that felt and did the crueltie: Neere Padua this wicked deed was done, By a false Vncle, on his brothers sonne, Left to his carefull education, By dying Parents, with as strict a charge, As euer yet death-breathing brother gaue: Looke for no mirth, vnlesse you take delight, In mangled bodies, and in gaping wounds, Bloodily made by mercy wanting hands, Truth will not faine, but yet doth grieue to showe, This deed of ruthe and miserable woe. I liue in meane and discontented state, But wherefore should I thinke of discontent: I am belou'd, I haue a pretty house, A louing sister, and a carefull man, That doe not thinke their dayes worke well at end, Except it bring me in some benefit: And well frequented is my little house, With many guestes and honest passengers, Which may in time aduance my humble state, To greater wealth and reputation. And here comes friends to drinke some beare or ale, They are my neighbours, they shall haue the best, Ne. Come neighbor Beech lets haue our mornings draught And wele go drinke it at yong Merries house: They say he hath the best in all this towne, Besides they say he is an honest man, And keepes good rule and orders in his house. He's so indeede, his conuersation, Is full of honest harmlesse curtesie: I dare presume, if that he be within, Hele serue vs well, and keepe vs company, See where he is, go in, ile follow you. Nay straine no curtesie you shall goe before. Your welcome neighbour, you are welcome sir, I praie sit downe, your verie welcome both: We thanke you for it, and we thinke no lesse, Now fill two cans of your ould strongest beare: That make so manie loose their little wits, And make indentures as they go along. Hoe sister Rachel : I come presently. Goe draw these gentlemen two Cans of beare, Your negligence that cannot tend the shop, Will make our customers forsake the house. Wheres Harry Williams that he staies not here. My selfe was busie dressing vp the house, As for your man he is not verie well: But sitteth sleeping by the kitchen fier. If you are busie get you vp againe, Ile draw my neighbours then their drinke my selfe, Ile warrant you as good as any mans, And yet no better, many haue the like.