Anonymous · published 1606 · first performed or written 1605 [1603-1606] (Annals) history; satire · Queen Anne's Men unassigned nearest T47 Knaves, thieves and bawds · 499 words
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I was as they say coupled the same day that my country man Raphe begun the law: for to tell your Majesty the truth, we are yet both virgins, it did never freeze betwixt us two in a bed I assure your grace. Didst never lie with thy wife? Never yet, but now your Majesty hath ended the matter I'll be so bold as take possession. Hark my wench, wilt leave these rustic fellows & stay with me? What will your highness do with me? Why I'll make thee a Lady. And shall I go in fine clothes like a Lady. Thou shalt. I'll be a Lady then, that's flat, sweet heart farewell, I must be a Lady, so I must. How now, how now, but hear you Sir. Away you Clown, away. But will your highness rob me of my spouse. What we will, we will, away with those slaves. Zounds, if ever I take you in Yorkshire for this. Away you slaves. My Lord, these general wrongs will draw your highness into the common hatred of your subjects. What's that to thee, old doting Lord forbear. What's here? complaints against one Nobody, For overmuch relieving of the poor, Helping distressed prisoners, entertaining Extravagants and vagabonds, what fellows this? My liege I know him, he's an honest subject That hates extortion, usury, and such sins As are too common in this Land of Britain. I'll have none such as he within my kingdom, He shall be banished. Hear my advise my liege: I know a fellow That's opposite to Nobody in all things: As he affects the poor, this other hates them, Loves usury and extortion. Send him straight Into the Country, and upon my life, Ere many months he will devise some means To make that Nobody bankrupt, make him fly His Country, and be never heard of more. What dost thou call his name. His name is Somebody my liege. Seek out that Somebody, we'll send him straight, What other matters stay to be decided Determine you, and you, the rest may follow To give attendance. All's nought already, yet these unripe ills Have not their full growth, and their next degree Must needs be worse than nought, and by what name Do you call that? I know none bad enough: Base, vild, notorious, ugly monstrous, slavish, Intolerable, abhorred, damnable; 'tis worse than bad, I'll be no longer vassal To such a tyrannous rule, nor accessary To the base sufferance of such outrages. You'll not endure it, how can you remedy A maim so dangerous and incurable? There is a way; but walls have ears and eyes, Your ear my Lord, and counsel. I have ears Open to such discourse, and counsel apt: And to the full recovery of these wounds Made in the sick state, most effectual, A word in private. Come brother, I am tired with reveling, My last coranto made me almost breathless, Doth not the Kings last wench foot it with art?
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I was as they say coupled the same day that my country man Raphe begunne the law: for to tell your Maiestie the truth, we are yet both virgins, it did neuer freese betwixt vs two in a bed I assure your grace. Didst neuer lie with thy wife? Neuer yet, but nowe your Maiestie hath ended the matter Ile be so bold as take possession. Harke my wench, wilt leaue these rusticke fellowes & stay with me? What will your highnes doe with me? Why Ile make thee a Lady. And shall I goe in fine clothes like a Lady. Thou shalt. Ile be a Lady then, thats flat, sweet heart farewell, I must be a Lady, so I must. How now, how now, but heare you Si. Away you Clowne, away. But will your highnes rob me of my spouse. What we will, we will, away with those slaues. Zounds, if euer I take you in Yorkshire for this. Away you slaues. My Lord, these generall wrongs will draw your highnesse into the common hatred of your subiects. Whats that to thee, old doting Lord forbeare. Whats heere? complaints against one Nobody, For ouermuch releeuing of the poore, Helping distressed prisoners, entertayning Extrauagants and vagabonds, what fellowes this? My liedge I know him, he's an honest subiect That hates extortion, vsury, and such sinnes As are too common in this Land of Brittaine. Ile haue none such as he within my kingdome, Hee shall be banisht. Heare my aduise my liedge: I know a fellow Thats opposite to Nobody in all thinges: As he affects the poore, this other hates them, Loues vsurie and extortion. Send him straight Into the Country, and vpon my life, Ere many monthes he will deuise some meanes To make that Nobody bankrout, make him flie His Country, and be neuer heard of more. VVhat doost thou call his name. His name is Sombody my liedge. Seeke out that Sombody, wele send him straight, VVhat other matters stay to be decided Determine you, and you, the rest may follow To giue attendance. Alls nought already, yet these vnripe ills Haue not their full growth, and their next degree Must needes be worse then nought, and by what name Doe you call that? I know none bad enough: Base, vild, notorious, vgly monstrous, slauish, Intollerable, abhorred, damnable; Tis worse then bad, Ile be no longer vassaile To such a tirannous rule, nor accessarie To the base sufferance of such out-rages. Youle not indure it, how can you remedie A mayme so dangerous and incurable? There is a way; but walls haue eares and eyes, Your eare my Lord, and counsell. I haue eares Open to such discourse, and counsell apt: And to the full recouery of these wounds Made in the sicke state, most effectuall, A word in priuate. Come brother, I am tyrde with reuelling, My last Caranta made me almost breathlesse, Doth not the Kings last wench foote it with art?