2 If You Know Not Me You Know Nobody (The Second Part of Queen Elizabeth's Troubles) · chunk 21 of 44
Heywood, Thomas · published 1606 · first performed or written 1605 [1604-1605; revised c.1632] (Annals) history · Queen Anne's Men unassigned nearest T6 Money, debt and credit · 481 words
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So do the Sheriffs of London after you. And bones of me, old Hobson will be one, Here's fellows there's my gold give me a stone. God forbid a man of your credit should want stones Is this the Plot sir of your work in hand? The whole Plot both of form and fashion. In sooth it will be a good edifice, Much Art appears in it: in all my time I have not seen a work of this neat form: What is this vaultage for, is fashioned here? Stowage for merchants ware and strangers goods, As either by exchange or otherways are vendable. Here is a middle round and a far space, The round is greater, and the space Seems open: your conceit for that? The grates give light unto the cellarage, Upon the which i'll have my friends to walk, When heaven gives comfortable rain unto the earth: For that I will have covered, So it appears. This space that hides not heaven from us, Shall be so still, my reason is, there's Summer's heat, as well as winter's cold, And I allow and here's my reason for't, 'tis better to be bleaked by winter's breath, Than to be stifled up with Summer's heat: In cold weather walk dry and thick together, And every honest man warm one another: In Summer then when too much heat offends, Take air a God's name Merchants or my friends. And what of this part that is over head? M. Deane in this: There is more ware there then in all the rest, Here like a parish for good Citizens And their fair wives to dwell in, i'll have shops Where every day they shall become themselves In neat attire, that when our Courtiers Shall come in trains to pace old Gresham's Burse, They shall have such a girdle of chaste eyes, And such a globe of beauty round about: Ladies shall blush to turn their visards off, And Courtiers swear they lied when they did scoff. Kind M. Gresham this same work of yours, Will be a Tomb for you after your death, A benefit to Tradesmen and a place Where merchants meet their traffic to maintain, Where neithèr could shall hurt them, heat, nor rain. O M Nowell I did not forget The troublesome storm we had in Lumbar-fleet, That time Sir Thomas and I were adversaries, And you and M. Hobson made us friends. I then did say, and now i'll keep my word, I saw a want and I would help afford: Nor is my promise given you when you showed That rank of charitable men to us, That I would follow their good actions Forgot with me, but that before I die, The world shall see I'll leave like memory. Fore-God my Lord, have you beheld the like! Look how it streaks, what do you think of it?
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So doe the Sheriffes of London after you. And bones of me, old Hobson will be one, Here's fellowys there's my gold giue me a stone. God forbid a man of your credite should want stones Is this the Plot sir of your worke in hand? The whole Plot both of forme and fashion. In sooth it will be a good edifice, Much Art appeares in it: in all my time I haue not seene a worke of this neat forme: VVhat is this vaultage for, is fashioned here? Stowage for Marchants ware and strangers goods, As either by exchange or otherwayes are vendable. Here is a middle round and a farre space, The round is greater, and the space Seemes open: your conceite for that? The grates giue light vnto the Cellerage, Vpon the which ile haue my friends to walke, When heauen giues comfortable raine vnto the earth: For that I will haue couered, So it appears. This space that hides not heauen from vs, Shall be so still, my reason is, Ther's Summers heat, as well as winters colde, And I allow and here's my reason for't, Tis better to be bleak't by winters breath, Then to be stifled vp with Summers heat: In cold weather walke drie and thicke together, And euery honest man warme one another: In Summer then when too much heat offends, Take aire a Gods name Marchants or my friends. And what of this part that is ouer head? M. Deane in this: There is more ware there then in all the rest, Here like a parish for good Cittizens And their faire wiues to dwell in, ile haue shoppes Where euery day they shall become themselues In neat attire, that when our Courtiers Shall come in traines to pace old Greshams Burse, They shall haue such a girdle of chaste eyes, And such a globe of beautie round about: Ladies shall blush to turne their vizards off, And Courtiers sweare they ly'd when they did scoffe. Kind M. Gresham this same worke of yours, Will be a Tombe for you after your death, A benefit to Tradesmen and a place VVhere Matchants meet their trafficke to maintaine, Where neithèr could shall hurt them, heat, nor raine. O M Nowell I did not forget The troublesome storme we had in Lumbar-fleet, That time Sir Thomas and I were aduersaries, And you and M. Hobson made vs friends. I then did say, and now ile keepe my word, I saw a want and I would helpe afford: Nor is my promise giuen you when you shew'd That rancke of charitable men to vs, That I would follow their good actions Forgot with me, but that before I die, The world shall see Ile leaue like memorie. Fore-God my Lord, haue you beheld the like! Looke how it streakes, what doe you thinke of it?