Heywood, Thomas · published 1607 · first performed or written 1603 [Feb 12-Mar 6, payment] (Annals) tragedy · Worcester's Men unassigned nearest T11 Siblings, kin and confidants · 505 words
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My God forbid. In doing that thing which he forbade, I am wounded sister. I hope not at the heart. yes, at the heart. Oh God: a surgeon there. Call me a surgeon sister for my soul, The sin of murder it hath pierced my heart, And made a wide wound there, but for these scratches, They are nothing; nothing. Charles what have you done? Sir Francis hath great friends, and will pursue you, Unto the utmost danger of the Law. My conscience is become my enemy, And will pursue me more than Acton can. Oh, fly sweet Brother. Shall I fly from thee? What Iane art weary of my company? Fly from your foe, you sister are my friend, And flying you, I shall pursue my end. your company is as my eyeball dear, Being far from you no comfort can be near: yet fly to save your life, what would I care, To spend my future age in black despair, So you were safe, and yet to live one week, Without my Brother Charles through every cheek My streaming tears would downwards run so rank, Till they could set on either side a bank, And in the midst a Channel; so my face For two salt waters Brooks, shall still find place. Thou shalt not weep so much, for I will stay In spite of dangers teeth: i'll live with thee: Or i'll not live at all, I will not sell My Country, and my father's patrimony, No, thy sweet sight, for a vain hope of life. Sir Charles, I am made the unwilling instrument Of your attach and apprehension: I am sorry that the blood of innocent men should be of you exacted. It was told me That you were guarded with a trope of friends, And therefore I come armed. O master sheriff I came into the field with man friends, But see they all have left me, only one Clings to my sad misfortune, my dear sister: I know you for an honest Gentleman, I yield my weapons, and submit to you, Convey me where you please. To prison then: To answer for the lives of these dead men. Oh God? oh God? Sweet sister, every strain Of sorrow from your heart augments my pain, your grief abounds and hits against my breast. Sir will you go? even where it likes you best. How happy am I amongst other men, That in my mean estate embrace content: I am a Gentleman, and by my birth Companion with a King, a king's no more: I am possessed of many fair revenues, Sufficient to maintain a Gentleman: Touching my mind I am studied in all Arts; The riches of my thoughts and of my time, Have been a good proficient, but the chief, Of all the sweet felicities on earth, I have a fair, a chaste, and loving wife, Perfection all, all truth, all ornament, If man on earth may truely happy e, Of these at once possessed: sure I am he.
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My God forbid. In doing that thing which he forbad, I am wounded sister. I hope not at the hart. yes, at the hart. Oh Gd: a surgion there. Cal me a surgeon sister for my soule, The sin of murder it hath pierst my hart, And made a wde wound there, but for these scratches, They are nothing; nothing. Charles what haue you done? Sir Francis hath great friends, and wil pursue you, Vnto the vtmost dager of the Law. My conscience is become my enemy, And wil pursue me more then Acton can. Oh, flie sweet Brother. Shall I flie from thee? What Iane art weary of my company? Flie from your foe, you sister are my friend, And flying you, I shal pursue my end. your company is as my eye-ball deere, Being far fom you no comfort can be nare: yet flie to saue your life, what would I care, To spend my future age in blacke despaire, So you were safe, and yet to liue one week, Without my Broher Charles through euery cheeke My streaming teares would downwards run so ranke, Til they could set on either side a banke, And in the midst a Channell; so my face For two slt water Brookes, shal still find place. Thou shalt not weepe so much, for I wil stay In spight of dangers teeth: ile liue with thee: Or ile not liue at al, I wil not sel My Country, and my fathers patrimony, No, thy sweet sight, for a vaine hope of life. Sir Charles, I am made the vnwilling instrument Of your attach and aprehension: I am sorrie that the blood of innocent men should be of you exacted. It was told me That you were garded with a trope of friends, And therefore I come armd. O maister Shriefe I came into the field with man friends, But see they al haue left me, onely one Clings to my sad misfortune, my deere sister: I know you for an honest Gentleman, I yeeld my weapons, and submit to you, Conuey me where you please. To prison then: To answere for the liues of these dead men. Oh God? oh God? Sweet sister, euery straine Of sorrow from your hart augments my paine, your griefe abounds and hits against my brest. Sir will you go? Euen where it likes you best. How happy am I amongst other men, That in my meane estate embrace content: I am a Gentleman, and by my birth Comapnion with a King, a Kings no more: I am possest of many faire reuenewes, Sufficient to maintaine a Gentleman: Touching my mind I am studdied in al Arts; The riches of my thoughts and of my time, Haue bin a good proficient, but the chiefe, Of al the sweet felicities on earth, I haue a faire, a chast, and louing wife, Perfection al, al truth, al ornament, If man on earth may truely happy e, Of these at once possest: sure I am he.