2 If You Know Not Me You Know Nobody (The Second Part of Queen Elizabeth's Troubles) · chunk 27 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 · 508 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T6: money, master, pound, law, lawyer, chain, gentleman, gold, pay, pray.
'tis he alas, when the rough hand of want Hath cast us down, it loads us with mishaps: I broke my day with him, O had that fatal hour Broken me heart: and Villain that I was, Never so much as write in my excuse, And he for that default hath sewed my bill. And with an execution is come down To seize my household stuff, imprison me, And turn my wife and children out of doors. What shall I fly him? no he's pitiful: Then with my tears I will importune him: God save you M. Hobson. Hobson, Bones a me, What voice is that? art thou a man, or friend? Tell me if thou be'st that Will of the wisp, That lead'st me this wild Morris: I conjure thee To leave me to myself. O M. Hobson, As ever you have been a poor man's friend, Continue still so, Insult not o'er thy fortunes, I am in the mist, what art thou, speak? A Debtor of your worships. A Debtor of mine, mother of me thou liest, I know thee not, nor do I know this place: If thou owest me any thing, pay me with thy love, And if thou be'st acquainted in these woods, Conduct me to some Town, or direct road That leads to London, and i'll here discharge thee Of debts and duties, and beside impart Somewhat to cherish thee. What should I think? He knows me, and for fear I should escape him, He would entice me to the Officers. O Master Hobson though not for mine own, Yet for my wife and my poor children's sakes, If your intent be to imprison me, Upon my knees I do entreat you spare me: The goods you trusted me withal, I have not wasted In riot and excess, but my kind heart, Seeing my helpless neighbours in distress, By reason of the long and extreme dearth, Some I relieved, some trusted with my goods, Whose poverties not able to repay. Then bear with me a little, your rich store Hath saved my life and fed a hundredth more. Now bones a me another tawny-coat: What's thy name Knave? Iohn Roland sir, Bones a me! I thought as much: art not thou Tawnycoat? I am the man whom you called Tawnycoat. And I the Hobson that will pity thee: Now bones a me, what makest thou with a spade? This spade alas, 'tis all the wealth I have, When my poor wife and children cry for bread, They still must cry till these have purchased it: They must go naked till these hardened hands, When the cold breath of Winter strikes on them, Till these have earned it. Now alas good soul, It melts my heart to hear him, and mine eyes Could weep for company, what earn'st a day? Little God knows: Though I be stirring earlier than the Lark, And at my labour later than the Lamb, Towards my wife and children's maintenance, I scarcely earn me threepence by the day.
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Tis he alas, when the rough hand of want Hath cast vs downe, it loades vs with mishaps: I broke my day with him, O had that fatall houre Broken me heart: and Villaine that I was, Neuer so much as write in my excuse, And he for that default hath sew'd my bill. And with an execution is come downe To seaze my houshold stuffe, imprison me, And turne my wife and children out of dores. What shall I flie him? no hee's pitifull: Then with my teares I will importune him: God saue you M. Hobson. Hobson, Bones a mee, VVhat voyce is that? art thou a man, or friend? Tell me if thou beest that Will of the wispe, That leadst me this wild Morice: I coniute thee To leaue mee to my selfe. O M. Hobson, As euer you haue beene a poore mans friend, Continue still so, Insult not or'e thy fortunes, I am in the mist, what art thou, speake? A Debter of your worships. A Debter of mine, mother of me thou lyest, I know thee not, nor doe I know this place: If thou owest me any thing, pay mee with thy loue, And if thou beest acquainted in these woods, Conduct me to some Towne, or direct roade That leads to London, and ile here discharge thee Of debts and duties, and beside impart Somewhat to cherish thee. What should I thinke? He knowes mee, and for feare I should escape him, Hee would entice me to the Officers. O Master Hobson tho not for mine owne, Yet sor my wife and my poore childrens sakes, If your intent bee to imprison mee, Vpon my knees I doe intreat you spare mee: The goods you trusted mee withall, I haue not wasted In royot and excesse, but my kind heart, Seeing my helpelesse neighbours in distresse, By reason of the long and extreame dearth, Some I relieued, some trusted with my goods, Whose pouerties not able to repay. Then beare with me a little, your rich store Hath sau'd my life and fed a hundreth more. Now bones a mee another Tawniecote: What's thy name Knaue? Iohn Rouland sir, Bones a mee! I thought as much: art not thou Tawnicote? I am the man whom you cal'd Tawniecote. And I the Hobson that will pitie thee: Now bones a mee, what makest thou with a spade? This spade alas, tis all the wealth I haue, VVhen my poore wife and children cry for bread, They still must cry till these haue purchas'd it: They must goe naked till these hardened hands, VVhen the cold breth of VVinter strikes on them, Till these haue earn'd it. Now alas good soule, It melts my heart to heare him, and mine eyes Could weepe for companie, what earn'st a day? Little God knowes: Though I be stirring earelier then the Larke, And at my labour later then the Lambe, Towards my wife and childrens maintenance, I scarsely earne me three-pence by the day.