Yarington, Robert · published 1601 · first performed or written 1594 [1594-c.1598] (Annals) tragedy · Unknown unassigned nearest T1 Death, grief and revenge · 478 words
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he's dead indeed, but yet we cannot find, What is become of half his hopeless body, His head and legs are found; but for the rest, No man can tell what is become of it. Then I do think I can resolve your doubt, And bring you certain tidings of the rest, And if you know his doublet and his shirt: As for the body it is so abused. That no man can take notice who's it was, Set down this burden of another's shame, What do you know the doublet and the shirt. This is the doublet, these the severed limbs, Which late were joined to that mangled trunk: Lay them together see if they can make, Among them all a sound and solid man. They all agree, but yet they cannot make, That sound and whole, which a remorseless hand Hath severed with a knife of cruelty: But say good sir, where did you find this out? Walking betime by Paris-garden ditch, Having my Water Spaniel by my side, When we approached unto that hapless place, Where this same trunk lay drowned in a ditch, My Spaniel 'gan to sent, to bark, to plunge, Into the water, and came forth again, And fawned on me, as if a man should say, Help out a man that here lies murdered. At first I took delight to see the dog, Thinking in vain some game did there lie hid, Amongst the Nettles growing near the bank: But when no game, nor any thing appeared, That might produce the Spaniel to this sport, I 'gan to rate and beat the harmless Cur, Thinking to make him leave to follow me, But words, nor blows, could move the dog away, But still he plunged, he dived, he barked, he ran Still to my side, as if it were for help: I seeing this, did make the ditch be dragged, Where then was found this body as you see, With great amazement to the lookers on. Behold the mighty miracles of God, That senseless things should propagate their sin, That are more bestial far than beastliness, Of any creature most insensible. Cease we to wonder at God's wondrous works, And let us labour for to bring to light, Those masked fiends that thus dishonour him: This sack is new, and lo behold his mark Remains upon it, which did sell the bag, Amongst the Salter's we shall find it out, When, and to whom, this bloody bag was sold. 'tis very likely, let no pains be spared, To bring it out, if it be possible, 'twere pity such a murder should remain Unpunished, 'mongst Turks and Infidels. Sirs, I do know the man that sold this bag, And if you please, I'll fetch him presently? With all our hearts, how say you Gentlemen? Perchance the murderer thus may come to light.
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Hees dead indeede, but yet we cannot finde, What is become of halfe his hopelesse bodie, His head and legges are found but for the rest, No man can tell what is become of it. Then I doe thinke I can resolue your doubt, And bring you certaine tydings of the rest, And if you know his doublet and his shirt: As for the bodie it is so abusd. That no man can take notice whoes it was, Set downe this burthen of anothers shame, What do you know the doublet and the shirt. This is the doublet, these the seuered limmes, Which late were ioyned to that mangled trunke: Lay them together see if they can make, Among them all a sound and solid man. They all agree, but yet they cannot make, That sound and whole, which a remorsles hand Hath seuered with a knife of crueltie: But ay good sir, where did you finde this out? Walking betime by Paris-garden ditch, Hauing my Waer Spaniell by my side, When we approach'd vnto that haplesse place, Where this same trunke lay drowned in a ditch, My Spaniell gan to sent, to barke, to plunge, Into the water, and came foorth againe, And fawnd on me, as if a man should say, Helpe out a man that heere lyes murthered. At first I tooke delight to see the dog, Thinking in vaine some game did there lye hid, Amongst the Nettles growing neere the banke: But when no game, nor any thing appear'd, That might produce the Spaniell to this sport, I gan to rate and beate the harmlesse Cur, Thinking to make him leaue to follow me, But words, nor blowes, could mooue the dog away, But still he plung'd, he diu'd, he barkt, he ran Still to my side, as if it were for helpe: I seeing this, did make the ditch be dragd, Where then was found this body as you see, With great amazement to the lookers on. Beholde the mightie miracles of God, That sencelesse things should propagate their sinne, That are more beastiall farre then beastlinesse, Of any creature most insensible. Cease we to wonder at Gods wondrous works, And let vs labour for to bring to light, Those masked fiends that thus dishonor him: This sack is new, and loe beholde his marke Remaines vpon it, which did sell the bag, Amongst the Salters we shall finde it out, When, and to whom, this bloody bag was sold. Tis very likely, let no paines be spar'd, To bring it out, if it be possible, Twere pitty such a murther should remaine Vnpunished, mongst Turkes and Infidels. Sirs, I do know the man that solde this bag, And if you please, Ile fetch him presently? With all our harts, how say you Gentlemen? Perchance the murter thus may come to light.