The Famous History of Sir Thomas Wyatt · chunk 9 of 22
Heywood, Thomas / Dekker, Thomas / Chettle, Henry / Webster, John · published 1607 · first performed or written 1602 (Annals) history · Worcester's Men unassigned nearest T1 Death, grief and revenge · 508 words
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O my Children! my soul weeps endless tears for you. O at the general Sessions, when all souls Stand at the bar of justice, And hold up their new immortalised hands, O then lot the of their tragick endes Be raced out of the bead-roll of my sins: When ere the black book of my crime's unclasped. Let not these scarlet Letters be found there: Of all the rest, only that page be clear. But come to my arraignment, then to death, The Queen and you have long aimed at this head, If to my Children, she sweet grace extend, My soul hath peace, and I embrace my end. Three days are past, Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday too Yet my protesting servant is not come. Himself conducted me to this hard lodging, A simple Cabin, for so great a Prince, And then he swore, but oaths you see are vain, That he would hourly come and visit me: I that was wont, to surfeit in estate, Am now through hunger almost desolate. My Lord. Ned Homes, speak hast thou brought me meat? With much ado my Lord, meat, bread & wine, While you refresh yourself, I will record The cause of my long stay. I prithee do, need bids me eat, Need bids me hear thee too. The night I left you in the hollow tree, My house was searched. Go on, go on. And I no sooner entered but attached, Threatened the Rack: and if I did not yield Your gracious self into their graceless hands. And thou hast done't, thou hast betrayed me. Done it! o betray you? O Noah! First would I see my loved wife and Children Murdered, and tossed on spears, before I would Deliver your grace unto their hands, For they intend your death. Go on, go on. and offered a thousand Crowns to him that can Bring news of your abode, 'twas offered in my hands. Which I beseech may stop my Vital breath, When I am feed with gold to work your death. See yonder sits the Duke. I kiss thee in requital of this love. and in requital of so great a grace, I kiss your hand that dares to kiss my face. So Iudas kissed his Master: cease the Duke. Ah me! Ned Homes we are undone, Both thou and I betrayed. My Lord, late Duke of Suffolk, in her highness name I do arrest you of high Treason. I do obey, and only crave this kindness, You would be good unto my Servant Homes, Where in relieving me, hath but performed The duty of a servant to his Lord. You are deceived sir in your servant much, He is the man that did betray you. Here Master Homes, towards your thousand pounds, Here is a hundred marks, Come to the Exchequer, you shall have the rest. Hast thou betrayed me? yet with such a tongue, so smoothly oiled, slight of my dangers fear, O break my heart, this grief's too great to bear. Pardon me my Lord.
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O my Children! my soule weepes endlesse teares for you. O at the generall Sessions, when all soules Stand at the bar of Iustice, And hold vp their new immortalized handes, O then lot the of their tragick endes Be racd out of the bed-rowle of my sinnes: When ere the black booke of my crime's vnclaspt. Let not these scarlet Letters be found there: Of all the rest, onely that page be cleere. But come to my arraignement, then to death, The Queene and you haue long aim'd at this head, If to my Children, she sweet grace extend, My soule hath peace, and I imbrace my end. Three daies are past, Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday too Yet my protesting seruant is not come. Himselfe conducted me to this hard lodging, A simple Cabin, for so great a Prince, And then he swore, but oathes you see are vain, That he would hourely come and visite me: I that was wont, to sur in estate, Am now through hunger almost desolate. My Lord. Ned Homes, speake hast thou brought me meate? With much a doe my Lord, meat, bread & wine, While you refresh your selfe, I will recorde The cause of my long stay. I prethee doe, neede bids me eate, Neede bids me heare thee too. The night I left you in the hollow tree, My house was searched. Goe on, goe on. And I no sooner entred but attached, Threatned the Rack: and if I did not yeeld Your gracious selfe into their gracelesse hands. And thou hast don't, thou hast betraied me. Done it! o betraie you? O noe! First would I see my loued wife and Children Murdered, and tos'd on speares, before I would Deliuer your grace vnto their handes, For they intend your death. Goe on, goe on. and offer'd a thousand Crownes to him that can Bring newes of your abode, twas offer'd in my hands. Which I beseech may stop my Vitall breath, When I am feede with golde to worke your death. See yonder sits the Duke. I kisse thee in requitall of this loue. and in requitall of so great a grace, I kisse your hand that dares to kisse my face. So Iudas kist his Maister: ceaze the Duke. Ah me! Ned Homes we are vndone, Both thou and I betraide. My Lord, late Duke of Suffolke, in her highnesse name I doe arrest you of high Treason. I doe obey, and onely craue this kindnesse, You would be good vnto my Seruant Homes, Where in releeuing me, hath but performde The duetie of a seruant to his Lord. You are deceiu'd sir in your seruant much, Hee is the man that did betray you. Heere Maister Homes, towards your thousand pounds, Heere is a hundred markes, Come to the Exchequer, you shall haue the rest. Hast thou betraide me? yet with such a tongue, so smoothly oilde, slight of my dangers feare, O break my heart, this griefe's too great to beare. Pardon me my Lord.