Yarington, Robert · published 1601 · first performed or written 1594 [1594-c.1598] (Annals) tragedy · Unknown T42 English historical figures: a mixed clus typicality 0.79 · 485 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T42: harry, percy, lord, king, god, falstalffe, frances, mowbray, life, mortimer.
What accident begot your mutual fear? That which my heart hath promised to conceal. Why now you fall into your ancient vain. 'tis vain to urge me from this silent vain, I will conceal it, though it breed my pain. It seems to be a thing of consequence, And therefore prithee Harry for my love, Open this close fast clasped mystery. Were I assured my heart should have release, Of secret torment, and distemperature, I would reveal it to you specially, Whom I have found my faithful favourite. Good Harrie William's make no doubt of that, Besides, your grief revealed may have relief, Beyond your present expectation: Then tell it Harry, whatsoe'er it be, And ease your heart of horror, me of doubt. What have you heard of Beech of Lambert hill? And of his boy which late were murdered. I heard, and saw, their mangled carcases. But have you heard of them that murdered them? No, would I had, for then I'd blaze their shame, And make them pay due penance for their sin. This I misdoubted, therefore will forbear, To utter what I thought to have revealed. know'st thou the actors of this murderous deed, And wilt conceal it now the deed is done? Alas poor man, thou knowest not what thou dost, Thou hast incurred the danger of the law, And thou 'mongst them must suffer punishment, Unless thou do confess it presently. What? shall I then betray my masters life? Better than hazard both thy life and soul, To bolster out such barbarous villainy. Why then belike your master did the deed. My master unawares escaped my mouth, But what the Lord doth please shall come to light, Cannot be hid by humane policy: His hapless hand hath wrought the fatal end, Of Robert Beech and Thomas Winchester. Could he alone do both those men to death? Hadst thou no share in execution? Nor knew not of it, till the deed was done. If this be true, thou mayst escape with life: Confess the truth unto the officers, And thou shalt find the favour of the law. If I offended, 'twas my masters love, That made me hide his great transgressions: But I will be directed as you please, So save me God, as I am innocent. Part of myself, now seemst thou wholly me, And I seem neither like myself, nor thee: Thanks to thy care, and this unknown disguise. I like a shepherd now must learn to know, When to lead forth my little bleating flock, To pleasing pastures, and well fatting walks, In stormy time to drive them to the lee, To cheer the pretty Lambs, whose bleating voice, Doth crave the wished comfort of their dams, To sound my merry Bagpipe on the downs, In shearing times poor shepherds festivals, And lastly, how to drive the Wolf away, That seek to make the little Lambs their prey.
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What accident begot your mutuall feare? That which my hart hath promis'd to conceale. Why now you fall into your auncient vaine. Tis vaine to vrge me from this silent vaine, I will conceale it, though it breed my paine. It seemes to be a thing of consequence, And therefore prithie Harry for my loue, Open this close fast clasped mysterie. Were I assur'd my heart should haue release, Of secret torment, and distemperature, I would reueale it to you specially, Whom I haue found my faithfull fauorite. Good Harrie VVilliams make no doubt of that, Besides, your griefe reueald may haue reliefe, Beyond your present expectation: Then tell it Harry, what soere it be, And ease your hart of horror, me of doubt. What haue you heard of Beech of Lambert hill? And of his boy which late were murthered. I heard, and sawe, their mangled carcaes. But haue you heard of them that murthered them? No, would I had, for then Ide blase their shame, And make them pay due penance for their sinne. This I misdoubted, therefore will forbeare, To vtter what I thought to haue reueald. Knowst thou the actors of this murthrous deed, And wilt conceale it now the deed is done? Alas poore man, thou knowest not what thou doost, Thou hast incur'd the danger of the lawe, And thou mongst them must suffer punishment, Vnlesse thou do confesse it presentlie. What? shall I then betray my maisters life? Better thn hazard both thy life and soule, To boulster out such barbarous villanie. Why then belike your maister did the deed. My maister vnawares escapt my mouth, But what the Lord doth please shall come to light, Cannot be hid by humaine pollicie: His haplesse hand hath wrought the fatall end, Of Robrt Beech and Thomas VVinchester. Could he alone do both those men to death? Hadst thou no share in execution? Nor knew not of it, till the deed was done. If this be true, thou maist escape with life Confesse the truth vnto the officers, And thou shalt finde the fauour of the lawe. If I offended, 'twas my Maisters loue, That made me hide his great transgressions: But I will be directed as you please, So saue me God, as I am innocent. Part of my selfe, now seemst thou wholy me, And I seeme neither like my selfe, nor thee: Thankes to thy care, and this vnknowne disguise. I like a shepheard now must learne to know, When to lead foorth my little bleating flock, To pleasing pastures, and well fatting walkes, In stormie time to driue them to the lee, To cheere the pretie Lambes, whose bleating voice, Doth craue the wished comfort of their dams, To sound my merry Bag-pipe on the downes, In shearing times poore shepheards festiuals, And lastlie, how to driue the Wolfe away, That seeke to make the little Lambes their pray.