Yarington, Robert · published 1601 · first performed or written 1594 [1594-c.1598] (Annals) tragedy · Unknown unassigned nearest T41 Household service: masters, doors and po · 489 words
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Mass I am indifferent, I'll go along with you, If it be so, why so, if not why so. Hoe master Loney, hear you any news, What is become of your Tenant Beech? No truly sir, not any news at all. What hath the boy recovered any speech, To give us light of these suggestions, That do arise upon this accident. There is no hope he should recover speech, The wives do say, he's ready now to leave This grievous world full fraught with treachery, methinks if Beech himself be innocent, That then the murderer should not dwell far off, The hammer that is sticking in his head, Was borrowed of a Cutler dwelling by, But he remembers not, who borrowed it: He is committed that did owe the hammer, But yet he stands upon his innocence, And Beech's absence causeth great suspicion. If Beech be faulty, as I do not think, I never was so much deceived before, Oh had you known his conversation, You would not have him in suspicion. devils seem Saints, and in this hateful times, Deceit can bear apparent signs of truth, And vice bear show of virtues excellence. I pray is this master Beech's house? My friend this same was master Beech's shop, We cannot tell whether he live or no. Know you his head and if I show it you, Or can you tell what hose or shoes he wore, At that same time when he forsook the shop. What have you head, and hose, and shoes to show, And want the body that should use the same. Behold this head, these legs, these hose and shoes, And see if they were Beeches yea or no. They are the same, alas what is become, Of the remainder of this wretched man. Nay that I know not, only these we found, As we were coming up a narrow lane, Near Baynard's Castle, where we two did dwell, And hearing that a man was missing hence, We thought it good to bring these to this place, Thanks my good friends, there's some thing for your pains, We are indifferent, whether you give us any thing or nothing, and if you had not, why so, but since you have, why so. Leave your repining sir we thank you heartily. Farewell good fellows, neighbour now be bold, They dwell not far that did this bloody deed, As God no doubt will at the last reveal: Though they conceal it near so cunningly, All houses, gutters, sinks and crevices, Have carefully been sought for, for the blood. Yet there's no instance found in any place. But who is that, that brings a heavy load, Behind him on a painful porters back. Pray gentlemen which call you Beech's shop? This is the place, what would you with the man? Nothing with him, I hear the man is dead, And if he be not, I have lost my pains.
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Masse I am indifferent, Ile go along with you, If it be so, why so, if not why so. Hoe maister Loney, here you any newes, What is become of your Tennant Beech? No truely sir, not any newes at all. What hath the boy recouered any speach, To giue vs light of these suggestions, That do arise vpon this accident. There is no hope he should recouer speech, The wiues do say, he's ready now to leaue This greeuous world full fraught with treacherie, Me thinkes if Beech himselfe be innocent, That then the murtherer should not dwell farre off, Te hammer that is sticking in his head, Was borrowed of a Cutler dwelling by, But he remembers not, who borrowed it: He is committed that did owe the hammer, But yet he standes vppon his innocence, And Beeches absence causeth great suspition. If Beech be faulty, as I do not thinke, I neuer was so much deceiu'd before, Oh had you knowne his conuersation, You would not haue him in suspition. Diuels seeme Saints, and in this hatefull times, Deceite can beare apparraunt signes of trueth, And vice beare shew of vertues excellence. I pray is this maister Beeches house? My friend this same was maister Beeches shop, We cannot tell whether he liue or no. Know you his head and if I shew it you, Or can you tell what hose or shooes he ware, At that same time when he forsooke the shoppe. What haue you head, and hose, and shooes to show, And want the body that should vse the same. Behold this head, these legges, these hose and shooes, And see if they were Beeches yea or no. They are the same, alas what is become, Of the remainder of this wretched man. Nay that I know not, onelie these we found, As we were comming vp a narow lane, Neere Baynardes Castle, where we two did dwell, And heering that a man was missing hence, We thought it good to bring these to this place, Thankes my good friendes, ther's some thing for your paines, We are indifferēt, whether you giue vs any thing or nothing, and if you had not, why so, but since you haue, wh so. Leaue your repining sir we thanke you hartely. Farewell good fellowes, neighbour now be bold, They dwell not farre that did this bloodie deed, As God no boubt will at the last reueale: Though they conceale it nere so cunninglie, All houses, gutters, sincks and creuices, Haue carefullie beene sought for, for the blood. Yet theres no instaunce found in any place. But who is that, that brings a heauy loade, Behinde him on a painefull porters backe. Praie gentlemen which call you Beeches shoppe? This is the place, what wold you with the man? Nothing with him, I heare the man is dead, And if he be not, I haue lost my paines.