2 If You Know Not Me You Know Nobody (The Second Part of Queen Elizabeth's Troubles) · chunk 28 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 · 507 words
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Alas the while, poor soul I pity them, And in thy words as in a looking-glass, I see the toil and travel of the country, And quiet gain of cities blessedness. heavens will for all, and should not we respect it We were unworthy life: but bones of me, Dost thou think to pay me twenty pound, And keep thy charge, earning a groat a day? God bless my labours, I hope I shall, I have this quarter by exceeding thrift, Bare clothing, and spare diet scraped together Five shillings in a purse which I lay up, Towards your worship's debt. Give it me, somewhat hath some savour, And yet shall I spend that which the poor labourer got? No God forbid, old Hobson near will eat, Rather than surfeit upon poor men's sweat: Take it again, and by thy children bread. But soft the mist doth break, what town is this? Dedford and it like your worship. Bones a me, to Detford came I to do charity: I see 'twas God's appointment, But who comes here, bones a me honest Tim, 'twas said in London you were bound for France, And I determined to have write by you. By yea and nay, M. Hobson 'tis no untruth, I was bound for France, landed in France, dispatched some secret business for a sister in France, and from her have french tokens to deliver to the sister hood, whom I shall first encounter in England. Bones a me Tim, so speedy in your journey, It seems your business was of much import. Verily it was, and it stood chiefly between two women: & as you know women love to have their business dispatched. Mother a me Tim, I am glad of it, But how does my factor Iohn Gresham in France? You gravely may better consider of that then I can discourse, but withal I pray you think he is a wild youth: there are Taverns in France, yet I do not think Iohn Gresham is given to frequent them, & yet I must remember you, he is a youth, and youth may be drawn to expenses, England's on this side France, on it, the Sea betwixt him and his Master, but I do not think him guilty, yet I could say. Mother of me, leave of these Parables, And tell me plainly, is he not a wencher? By yea, and by nay sir without Parable, I am no tell-tale, I have seen him in company with Madonna such a one, or such a one, it becomes not flesh and blood to reveal: your worship knows he is in France, the Sea betwixt him and you, and what a young youth in that case is prone unto: your gravity is wise, I'll not say so much as I saw him drinking with a French Lady, or Lass in a Tavern, because your gravity is wise, but if I had, it had been less than perhaps you imagine on such a wild youth, as he no question does deserve.
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Alas the while, poore soule I pittie them, And in thy words as in a looking-glasse, I see the toyle and trauell of the countrey, And quiet gaine of citties blessednesse. Heauens will for all, and should not we respect it We were vnworthy life: but bones of me, Dost thou thinke to pay me twentie pound, And keepe thy charge, earning a groat a day? God blesse my labours, I hope I shall, I haue this quarter by exceeding thrift, Bare clothing, and spare diet scrap't together Fiue shillings in a purse which I lay vp, Towards your worships debt. Giue it me, somewhat hath some sauour, And yet shal I spend that which the poore laborer got? No God forbid, old Hobson nere will eate, Rather then surfet vpon poore mens sweat: Take it againe, and by thy children bread. But soft the mist doth breake, what towne is this? Dedford and it like your worship. Bones a me, to Detford came I to doe charitie: I see t'was Gods appointment, But who comes here, bones a me honest Tim, T'was said in London you were bound for France, And I determined to haue write by you. By yea and nay, M. Hobson tis no vntruth, I was bound for France, landed in France, dispatch't some secret businesse for a sister in France, and from her haue french tokens to deliuer to the sister hood, whom I shall first incounter in England. Bones a me Tim, so speedy in your iourney, It seemes your businesse was of much import. Verely it was, and it stood chiefly betweene two women: & as you know women loue to haue their busines dipatch't. Mother a me Tim, I am glad of it, But how doo's my factor Iohn Gresham in France? You grauely may better consider of that then I can discourse, but withall I pray you thinke hee is a wilde youth: there are Tauernes in France, yet I doe not thinke Iohn Gresham is giuen to frequent them, & yet I must remember you, he is a youth, and youth may be drawne to expences, England's on this side France, on it, the Sea betwixt him and his Master, but I doe not thinke him guiltie, yet I could say. Mother of me, leaue of these Parables, And tell me plainely, is hee not a wencher? By yea, and by nay sir without Parable, I am no teltale, I haue seene him in company with Madona such a one, or such a one, it becomes not flesh and blood to reueale: your worship knowes he is in France, the Sea betwixt him and you, and what a yong youth in that case is proone vnto: your grauitie is wise, Ile not say so much as I saw him drinking with a French Lady, or Lasse in a Tauerne, because your grauitie is wise, but if I had, it had beene lesse then perhaps you imagine on such a wilde youth, as he no question doos deserue.