The Famous History of Sir Thomas Wyatt · chunk 17 of 22
Heywood, Thomas / Dekker, Thomas / Chettle, Henry / Webster, John · published 1607 · first performed or written 1602 (Annals) history · Worcester's Men T18 Rebels, barons and the king's wars at ho typicality 0.78 · 486 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T18: king, lord, wallace, earl, edward, england, scotland, rebels, bruce, english.
Who knocks? A Wyatt, a true friend, Open your gates, you louring Citizens, I bring you freedom, from a foreign Prince, The queen has heard your suit, And 'tis her pleasure the City gates, Stand open to receive us. avaunt thou Traitor, thinks thou by forgery To enter London with rebellious arms? Know that these gates are bar against thy entrance And it shall cost the lives of twenty thousand true subjects to the Queen before a Traitor enters. Shoot him through. Stay, let's know him first. Kill him, then let's know him afterwards. Look on my face, and blushing, see with shame, thy treasons Charactered. 'tis the Lord Pembroke. What have we to do with the Lord Pembroke, where's the queen's Lieutenant? I am Lieutenant of the City now. Are you Lord Maior? The greatest Lord that breathes enters not beer, without express command from my dear Queen. She commands hy us. I do command thee in her highness name, To leave the City gates, or by my honour, A piece of ordinance shall be strait discharged, To be thy deaths man, & shoot thee to thy grave. Then here's no entrance. No, none. What should we do following Wyatt any longer. O London, London, thou perfidious Town, Why hast thou broke, thy promise to thy friend? That for thy sake, and for thy general sake, Hath thrust myself into the mouth of danger? March back to Fleetstreet, if that Wyatt die, London unjustly, buy thy treachery. would I could steal away from Wyatt, it should be the first thing that I would do, Where's all my Soldiers? what all gone, And left my Drum and colours without guard? O infelicity of careful men! Yet will I sell my honoured blood as dear, s euer did faithfull subiect to his Prince. Pembroke revolts, and flies to Wyatt's side. he's damned in hell that speaks it. O my good Lord! 'tis spread, That Pembroke and Count Arundel both are fled. 'sfoot who said so? what devil dares stir my patience? zwounds I was talking with a crew of vagabonds that lagged at Wiat's tail, and am I thus paid for my pains? And there being missed, some villain finding you out of sight hath raised this slander on you, but come my Lord. I'll not fight. Nay sweet Earl. Zounds fight, and hear my name dishonoured? Wyatt is marched down Fleetstreet: after him. Why do not you, and you, pursue him? If I strike one blow may my hand fall off. And if I do by this— Come leave your swearing, Did not country's care urge me to this quarrel? For my part I would not strike a blow. No more would I, i'll eat no wrongs, Let's all die, and i'll die. Stand on your Guard, for this way Wyatt is pursued a main. Follow, follow. Stand Traitor stand, or thou shalt near stand more.
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Who knockes? A Wyat, a true friend, Open your gates, you louring Citizen, I bring you freedome, from a Prince, The Qu has heard your suite, And tis her pleasure the Ctie gates, Stand open to vs. Aaunt thou Traitor, thinkes thou by forgerie To enter London with rebellious armes? Knowe that these gates are bard against thy entrance And it shall cost the liues of twentie thousand true subiects to the Qeene before a Traytor enters. Shoote him through. Stay, lets know him first. Kill him, then le know him afterwards. Looke on my face, and blushing, see with shame, thy treasons Charecter'd. Tis the Lord Pembroke. What haue wee to doe with the Lord P broke, wheres the Queenes Lieftenant? I am Lieftenant of the Citie now. Are you Lord Maior? The greatest Lord that breathes enters not beere, without expresse commaund from my deare Queene. She commaundes hy vs. I doe commaund thee in her highnesse name, To leaue the Cittie , or by y honour, A peece of ordinance shall be straite dischargd, To be thy deathes man, & shoote thee to thy graue. Then heer,s no entrance. No, none. What should wee doe following Wyat anye longer. O London, London, thou perfidious Town, Why hast thou broke, thy promise to thy friend? That for thy sake, and for thy generall sake, Hath thrust my selfe into the mouth of danger? March backe to Fleet-streete, if that Wyt die, London vniustlie, buy thy treacherie. Wold I could steale away from Wyat, it should be the first thing that I would doe, Wheres all my Souldier? what all gone, And left my Drum and colours without guard? O infilicitie of carefull men! Yet will I sell my hooured blood as deere, s euer did faithfull subiect to his Prince. Pembroke reuolts, and flies to Wyats side. Hee's damb'd in hell that speakes it. O my good Lord! tis spred, That Pembroke and Count Arundell both are fled. Sfoote who said so? what diuil dares sturre my patience ounds I was talking with a ue of vagabonds that lagd at Wiats taile, and am I thus paid for my paines? And there being mist, some villaine finding you out of sight hath raisde this slander on you, but come my Lord. Ile not fight. Nay sweete Earle. Zoundes fight, and heare my name dishonoured? Wiat is march downe Fleete-streete: after him. Why doe not you, and you, pursue him? If I strike one blo may my hand off. And if I doe by this — Come leaue your swearing, Did not countries care vrge me to this quarrell? For my part I would not strike a blowe. No more would I, ile eate no wrongs, Let's all die, and ile die. Stand on your Guard, for this way Wyat is persude a maine. Follow, follow. Stand Traitor stand, or thou shalt nere stand ore.