S., W. · published 1602 · first performed or written 1600 [c.1599-1602] (Annals) history · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men unassigned nearest T6 Money, debt and credit · 505 words
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The same that brought you to your misery. Why would you not acquaint me with your state, Is Banister your poor friend quite forgot: Whose goods, whose love, whose life and all is yours. I thought your usage would be as the rest, That had more kindness at my hands than you, Yet looked askance, whenas they saw me poor: If Banister should bear so base a heart, I never would look my husband in the face, But hate him as I would a cockatrice. And well thou mightest, should Banister deal so, Since that I saw you sir, my state is mended: And for the thousand pound I owe to you, I have it ready, for you sir at home, And though I grieve your fortune is so bad: Yet that my hap's to help you, makes me glad, And now sir will it please you walk with me. Not yet I cannot, for the Lord Chancellor, Hath here commanded me to weight on him, For what I know not: pray God 'tis for my good. Never make doubt, of that, I'll warrant you, He is as kind a noble gentleman: As ever did possess the place he hath. Sir my brother is his steward if you please, We'll go along, and bear you company: I know we shall not want for welcome there. With all my heart: but what's become of Bagot. He is hanged, for buying jewels of the Kings. A just reward for one so impious, The time draws on, sir will you go along. I'll follow you kind master Friskiball. Now master Crosby, I see you have a care, To keep your word, in payment of your money. By my faith I have reason upon a bond, Three thousand pound is too much to forfeit, Yet I doubt not Master Banister. By my faith your sum is more than mine, And yet I am not much behind you too, Considering that today I paid at court. Mass and well remembered: What's the reason the Lord Cromwell's men, wear such long skirts upon their coats, They reach almost down to their very ham. I will resolve you sir, and thus it is; The Bishop of Winchester, that loves not Cromwell, As great men are envied, as well as less. A while ago there was a jar between them, And it was brought to my Lord Cromwell's ear, That Bishop Gardiner would sit on his skirt, Upon which word, he made his men long blue coats, And in the Court wore one of them himself: And meeting with the Bishop, quoth he, my Lord Here's skirt enough now for your Grace to sit on, Which vexed the Bishop to the very heart, This is the reason why they wear long coats. 'tis always seen, and mark it for a rule, That one great man will envy still another: But 'tis a thing that nothing concerns me: What shall we now to Master Banisters? I come, we'll pay him royally for our dinner.
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The same that brought you to your misery. Why would you not acquaint me with your state, Is Banister your poore friend quite forgot: Whose goods, whose loue, whose life and all is yours. I thought your vsage would be as the rest, That had more kindnesse at my handes then you, Yet looked asconce, when as they saw me poore: If Banister should beare so bace a hart, I neuer would looke my husband in the face, But hate him as I would a Cockatrise. And well thou mightest, should Banister deale so, Since that I saw you sir, my state is mended: And for the thousand pound I owe to you, I haue it ready, for you sir at home, And though I greeue your fortune is so bad: Yet that my hap's to helpe you, makes me glad, And now sir will it please you walke with me. Not yet I cannot, for the Lord Chancelour, Hath here commaunded me to waight on him, For what I know not: pray God tis for my good. Neuer make doubt, of that ile warrant you, He is as kinde a noble gentleman: As euer did possesse the place he hath. Sir my brother is his steward if you please, Weale go along, and beare you company: I know we shall not want for welcome there. Withall my hart: but whats become of Bagot. He is hanged, for buying iewels of the Kinges. A iust reward for one so impious, The time drawes on, sir will you go along. Ile follow you kinde maister Friskiball. Now maister Crosbie, I see you haue a care, To keepe your word, in paiment of your monie. By my faith I haue reason vpon a bond, Three thousand pound is too much to forfeit, Yet I doubt not Maister Banister. By my faith your summe is more then mine, And yet I am not much behinde you too, Considering that to day I paid at court. Masse and well remembred: Whats the reason the Lord Cromwels men, We are such long skirts vpon their coates, They reach almost downe to their verie ham. I will resolue you sir, and thus it is; The Bishop of Winchester, that loues not Cromwell, As great men are enuied, aswell as lesse. A while agoe there was a iarre betweene them, And it was brought to my Lord Cromwels eare, That Bishop Gardiner would sit on his skirt, Vpon which word, he made his men long Blew coates, And in the Court wore one of them himselfe: And meeting with the Bishop, quoth he, my Lord Here's skirt enough now for your Grace to sit on, Which vexed the Bishop to the very hart, This is the reason why they weare long coates. Tis alwaies seene, and marke it for a rule, That one great man will enuie still another: But tis a thing that nothing concernes me: What shall we now to Maister Banisters? I come, weele pay him royally for our dinner.