When You See Me You Know Me (Henry the Eighth) · chunk 27 of 48
Rowley, Samuel · published 1605 · first performed or written 1604 (Annals) history · Prince Henry's Men T41 Household service: masters, doors and po typicality 0.79 · 491 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T41: master, house, door, iohn, old, mistress, basket, lord, gentleman, ick.
O sir, you're welcome, Is your name Kookesbie? your poor servant is so called my Lord. Our servant we geffe ye by the cloth ye wear, but for Your poverty 'tis doubtful, your credit is so good. Let's see what's the man's name, ha! Hopkins, do you know the man? Rookesby, Hopkins? No my Lord. Had you never no dealings with such a man? No, if it like your Majesty. No, if it like our Majesty, saucy varlet: It likes not our Majesty, thou shouldst say no: It likes us not thou liest, for that we know. You know him not, but he too well knows you, And lies imprisoned slave, for what's thy due. Sure some envious man hath misinformed. darest thou deny it still, outfacing knave, Mother a God, i'll hang thee presently. Sirrah ye lie: and though ye wear the king's cloth, Yet we dare tell ye so before the king: Slave thou dost know him. He here complains he is undone by thee, And the king's man hath caused his misery. Yet you'll outface it still, deny, forswear, and lie sir, ha? Not a word more, if thou lovest thy life, unless thou'lt confess all, and speak fair. I do beseech your Grace. Out perjured knave, what dost thou serve the King. And dar'st thou thus abuse our Majesty: And wrong my subjects by thy treachery? Thinkst thou false thief, thou shalt be privileged Because thart my man, to hurt my people: Villain, those that guard me, shall regard mine honour: Put off that coat of proof, that strong security: Under which ye march like a halberdier, Passing through purgatory, and none dare strike: A Sergeants mace must not presume to touch Your sacred shoulders with the kings own writ, Gods dear Lady, does the cloth ye wear, Such privilege and strong prevention bear. Ha, is't Rookesby? My royal Lord. Take that, and know your time to tell your Message: Sirrah, I am busy. So, there's one served: I think you would take two more with all your heart, so you were well rid on him. Your pardon good my Liege. Ha, pardon these I tell thee did it touch thy life in aught, more than mine own displeasure, not the world should purchase it, wild caitiff: hadst thou neglected this thy duty to our persons danger: Hadst thou thyself against me ought attempted, I might be sooner won to pardon thee, then for a subjects hateful injury. Let me entreat your Grace to pardon him. Away Kate speak not for him, Out of my lenity I let him live, Discharge him from my cloth and countenance, To the Counter to redeem his creditor, Where he shall satisfy the utmost mite Of any debt, default or hindrance: I'll keep no man to blur my credit so, My cloth shall not pay what my servants owe. Away with him. Now my Lord Cardinal, speaks not your paper so?
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O syr, you're welcome, Is your name ? your poore seruant is so ealde my Lord. Our seruant we geffe yee by the cloth yee weae, but for Your pouertic tis doubtful, your credit is so good. Lets see whats the mans name, ha! Hopki, doe you know the man? ? No my Lord. Had you neuer no dealings with such a man? No, if it like your Maiestie. No, if it like our Maiesie, saucie varlet: It likes not our Maiestie, thou shouldst say no: It likes vs not thou lyest, for that we know. You know him not, but he too well knowes you, And lyes imprisoned slaue, for whats thy due. Sure some enuious man hath misinformd. Darst thou denie it still, out-facing knaue, Mother a God, ile hang thee presently. Sirra ye lie: and though ye weare the kings cloath, Yet we dare tell ye so before the king: Slaue thou doest know him. He here complaines he is vndone by thee, And the kings man hath causde his miserie. Yet youle out-face it still, denie, forsweare, and lie fir, ha▪ Not a word more, if thou louest thy life, vnlese thou confesse all, and speake faire. I doe befeech your Grace. Out periurde knaue, what doest thou serue the King. And darste thou thus abuse our Maiesti: And wrong my subiects by thy trecherie? Thinkst thou false theefe, thou shalt be priuiledged Because thart my man, to hurt my people: Villaine, those that guard me, shal regard mine honour: Put off that coate of proofe, that strong securitie: Vnder which ye march like a halbertere, Passing through purgatorie, and none dare strike: A Seriants mace must not presume to touch Your sacred shoulders with the kings owne wri ▪ Gods deere Lady, does the cloath ye weare, Such priuiledge and strong preuention beare. Ha, ist Rookesby? My royall Lord. Take that, and know your time to tell your Message: Sirra, I am busie. So, theres one seru'd: I thinke you would take two more with all your heart, so you were well rid on him. Your pardon good my Liege. Ha, pardon thees I tell thee did it touch thy life in ou ht, more then mine owne dipleasure, not the world should purchase it, vilde ause: hadst thou neglected this thy dut e to our persons danger: Hadst thou thy selfe against me ought attempted, I might bee sooner wonne to pardon thee, then for a subiects hateull iniurie. Let me entreat your Grace to pardon him. Away Kate speake not for him, Out of my leitie I let him liue, Discharge him from my cloath and countenance, To the Counter to redeeme his creditor, Where he shall satisfie the most mie Of any debt, default or hindrance: Ile keepe no man to blurre my credite so, My cloth shall not pay what my seruants owe. Away with him. Now my Lord Cardinal, speakes not your paper so?