2 If You Know Not Me You Know Nobody (The Second Part of Queen Elizabeth's Troubles) · chunk 35 of 44
Heywood, Thomas · published 1606 · first performed or written 1605 [1604-1605; revised c.1632] (Annals) history · Queen Anne's Men unassigned nearest T3 Sickness, physic and doctors · 492 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T3: doctor, master, cure, disease, pray, physic, physician, mr, sick, lady.
Proclaim through every high street of this city, This place to be no longer called a Burse, But since the building's stately, fair and strange, Be it for ever called, the Royal Exchange. And whilst this voice flies through the city forthright, Arise Sir Thomas Gresham now a Knight. Be our Ambassadors conducted all Unto their several lodgings: this 23. of Ianuarie A thousand, five hundred, and seventy, Elizabeth Christens this famous work: now to our Court Of Greenwich; Gresham, thanks for our good cheer: We to our people, they to us are dear. What think you of my Husband master Deane, As of all men, we are mortal, made of clay, Now healthful, now crazy; now sick, now well; Now live, now dead, and then to heaven, or hell. It cheers my heart, now in his deep of sickness, He is so charitable, and so well addicted Unto the poor's relief. It joys me too: Great is the number of the rich in show About the City, but of the charitable, There are but few. Amongst these, I hold old Hobson well deserves To be ranked equal with the bountiful'st: He hath raised many falling, but especially One master Rowland, one called Tawnycoat: But now an able Citizen late chosen A Master of the Hospital. I know him well, A good sufficient man, and since he purchased His Freedom in the City God hath blessed His travail with increase. I have known old Hobson, Sit with his neighbour Gunter a good man, In Christ's Church morn by morn, to watch poor couples That come there to be married, and to be Their common fathers, and give them in the Church, And some few Angels for a dower to boot, Besides they two are called the common gossips To witness at the fund for poor men's Children, Nor they refuse that on their help do call, And to speak truth, they're bountiful to all. Good morrow Master Doctor; my good Lady! Bones a me woman, thou look'st sad today, Thou hast not drunk a cup of sack this morning. We have been dealing of our charity This morning, to poor soldiers such as want. God's blessing of your heart, need must be fed, Let us that have it give the hungry bread. Where's master Hobson? My new elected master of the Hospital, What hasty news with you? Oh sir, the love I bear you makes me chary Of your good name, your credit's dear to me; You never were condemned for any thing, Since I had first acquaintance with your name; As now you are, you have done a deed this day, That hath from you ta'en all good thoughts away. Where? bones a me why? speak, why? This day, you have pursued the law severely Against one Timothy, that stole from you A hundred pound, and he's condemned for it, And this day he must die. Bones man, 'tis not so.
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Proclaime through euerie high street of this citie, This place to be no longer cal'd a Burse, But since the building's stately, faire and strange, Be it for euer cal'd, the Royall Exchange. And whil'st this voice flyes through the citie forth-right, Arise Sir Thomas Gresham now a Knight. Be our Ambassadors conducted all Vnto their seuerall lodgings: this 23. of Ianuarie A thousand, fiue hundred, and seuentie, Elizabeth Christens this famous worke: now to our Court Of Greenwich; Gresham, thankes for our good cheere: We to our people, they to vs are deere. What thinke you of my Husband master Deane, As of all men, we are mortall, made of clay, Now healthfull, now crasie; now sicke, now well; Now liue, now dead, and then to heauen, or hell. It cheer's my heart, now in his deepe of sicknesse, He is so charitable, and so well adicted Vnto the poore's reliefe. It ioyes me too: Great is the number of the rich in shew About the Citie, but of the charitable, There are but few. Amongst these, I hold old Hobson well deserues To be ranckt equall with the bountiful'st: He hath rais'd many falling, but especially One master Rowland, one cal'd Tawnicote: But now an able Citizen late chosen A Maister of the Hospitall. I know him well, A good sufficient man, and since he purchast His Freedome in the Citie God hath blest His trauaile with increase. I haue knowne old Hobson, Sit with his neighbour Gunter a good man, In Christs Church morne by morne, to watch poore couples That come there to be married, and to be Their common fathers, and giue them in the Church, And some few Angels for a dower to boot, Besides they two are cal'd the common Gossops To witnesse at the Funt for poore mens Children, Nor they refuse that on their helpe doe call, And to speake truth, they're bountifull to all. Good morrow Master Doctor; my good Ladie! Bones a me woman, thou look'st sad to day, Thou hast not drunke a cup of sacke this morning. We haue been dealing of our charitie This morning, to poore souldiers such as want. Gods blessing of your heart, need must be fed, Let vs that haue it giue the hungrie bread. Where's master Hobson? My new elected master of the Hospitall, What hasty newes with you? Oh sir, the loue I beare you makes me charie Of your good name, your credit's deere to me; You neuer were condemn'd for any thing, Since I had first acquaintance with your name; As now you are, you haue done a deed this day, That hath from you tane all good thoughts away. Where? bones a me why? speake, why? This day, you haue pursu'd the law seuerely Against one Timothy, that stole from you A hundred pound, and hee's condemn'd for it, And this day he must die. Bones man, tis not so.