Yarington, Robert · published 1601 · first performed or written 1594 [1594-c.1598] (Annals) tragedy · Unknown unassigned nearest T1 Death, grief and revenge · 483 words
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How now my Lords, was't not a gallant course, Believe me sirs, I never saw a wretch, Make better shift to save her little life: The thickets full of busks and scratching briars, A mighty dew, a many deep mouthed hounds, Let loose in every place to cross their course, And yet the Hare got cleanly from them all: I would not for a hundred pound in faith But that she had escaped with her life, For we will wind a merry hunter's horn, And start her once again tomorrow morn. In troth my Lord, the little flocked hound, That had but three good legs to further him, 'twas foremost still, and surer of his scent, Than any one in all the cry besides But yet Pendragon gave the Hare more turns. That was because he was more politic, And eyed her closely in her coverts still: They all did well, and once more we will try, The subtle creature with a greater cry But say, what well accomplished Gentleman, Is this that comes into our company? I know him well, it is Fallerio son, Pandino's brother (a kind Gentleman) That died, and left his little pretty son, Unto his father's good direction. Stand close awhile, and over hear his words, He seems much overgone with passion. Ye timorous thoughts that guide my giddy steps, In unknown paths of dreadful wilderness, Why traitorlike do you conspire to hold, My pained heart, twixt fear and jealousy, My too much care hath brought me carelessly, Into this woody savage labyrinth, And I can find no way to issue out, Fear hath so dazzled all my better part, That reason hath forgot discretion's art: But in good time, see where is company. Kind Gentlemen, if you unlike myself, Are not encumbered with the circling ways, Of this erroneous winding wilderness, I pray you to direct me forth this wood, And show the path that leads to Padua. We all are Paduans, and we all intend, To pass forthwith, with speed to Padua. I will attend upon you presently. Come then away, but gentlemen behold, A bloody sight, and murderous spectacle. Oh God forgive me all my wickedness, And take me to eternal happiness. Hark one of them hath some small spark of life, To kindle knowledge of their sad mishaps. Ah gracious Lord, I know this wretched child, And these two men that here lie murdered. Do you Alenso? I my gracious Lord It was Pertillo my dead uncles son: Now have my fears brought forth this fearful child, Of endless care, and everlasting grief. Lay hands upon Alenso Gentlemen, Your presence doth confirm you had a share, In the performance of this cruelty. I do confess I have so great a share, In this mishap, that I will give him thanks, That will let forth my sorrow wounded soul, From out this goal of lamentation.
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How now my Lords, was't not a gallant course, Beleeue me sirs, I neuer saw a wretch, Make better shift to saue her little life: The thickets full of buskes and scratching bryers, A mightie dewe, a many deepe mouth'd hounds, Let loose in euery place to crosse their course, And yet the Hare got cleanly from them all: I would not for a hundred pound in fait But that she had escaped with her life, For we will wind a merry hunters horne, And tart her once againe to morrow morne. In troth my Lord, the little locked hound, That had but three good legs to further him, Twas formost still, and surer of his ent, Then any one in all the crie besides But yet Penragon gaue the Hare more turnes. That was because he was more polliticke, And eyed her closely in her couerts still: They all did well, and once more we will trie, The subtile creature with a greater crie But say, what well accomplishd Gentleman, Is this that comes into our company? I know him well, it is Fallrios sonne, Pandynos brother (a kinde Gentleman) That dyed, and left his little pretty sonne, Vnto his fathers good direction. Stand close awhile, and ouer heare his wordes, He seemes much ouer-gone with passion. Yee timorous thoughts that guide my giddy steps, In vnknowne pathes of dreadfull wildernesse, Why traitor-like do you conspire to holde, My pained heart, twixt feare and iealousie, My too much care hath brought me carelesly, Into this woody sauadge labyrinth, And I can finde no waye to issue out, Feare hath so dazeled all my better part, That reason hh forgot discreations art: But in good time, see where is company. Kinde Gentlemen, if you vnlike my selfe, Are not incumbred with the circling wayes, Of this erronious winding wildernesse, I pray you to direct e foorth this wood, And shew he pathe that leades to Pdu. We all are Padu, and we all intend, To passe forthwith, wth speed to Padua. I will attend vpon you presently. Come then away, but gentlemen beholde, A bloody ight, and murtherous spectacle. Oh God forgiue me all my wickednesse, And take me to eternall happinesse. Harke one of them hath some small sparke of life, To kindle knowledge of their sad mhaps. Ah gratious Lord, I know this wretched child, And these two men that here lye murthered. Do you Alenso? I my gracious Lord It was Pertillo my dead Vnees sonne Now haue my feares brought oth his fearefull childe, Of endlesse care, and euerlasting griefe. Lay hands vpon Alenso Gentlemen, Your presence doth confirme you had a share, In the performance of this cuelte. I do confesse I haue so grat a share, In this mishap, that I will giue him thankes, That will let foo my sorrow wounded soule, From out this goale of lamentation.