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 · 468 words
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Oh charity why art thou fled to heaven, And left all things on this earth uneven, Their scoffing answers I will near return, But to myself his grief in silence mourn. She is poor, I'll therefore tempt her with this gold. Go Malby in my name deliver it, And I will stay thy answer. Fair mistress as I understand, your grief Doth grow from want, so I have here in store A means to furnish you, a bag of gold Which to your hands I freely tender you. I thank you Heavens, I thank you gentle sir? God make me able to requite this favour. This Gold Sir Francis Acton sends by me, And prays you etc. Acton: oh God that name I am borne to curse, Hence Bawd: hence Broker: see, I spurn his gold, My honour never shall for gain be sold. Stay, Lady stay. From you I'll posting high, Even as the Doves from feathered Eagles fly. She hates my name, my face, how should I woe? I am disgraced in every thing I do. The more she hates me, and disdains my love, The more I am wrapped in admiration Of her divine and chaste perfections. Woo her with gifts, I cannot: for all gifts, Sent in my name she spurns. With looks I cannot, For she abhors my sight. Nor yet with letters, For none she will receive. How then? how then? Well I will fasten such a kindness on her, As shall o'ercome her hate and conquer it. Sir Charles her Brother lies in execution For a great sum of money, and besides The appeal is sued still for my Huntsman's death. Which only I have power to reverse, In her I'll bury all my hate of him, Go seek the keeper Malby, bring me to him: To save his body I his debts will pay, To save his life, I his appeal will stay. Of all on the earth's face most miserable, Breath in the hellish dungeon thy laments, Thus like a slave, raged like a felon given, That hurls thee headlong to this base estate. Oh unkind Uncle: oh my friends ingrate: Unthankful kinsmen, Mountford's all too base To let thy name lie fettered in disgrace. A thousand deaths here in this grave I die, Fear, hunger, sorrow, cold, all threat my death, And join together to deprive my breath, But that which most torments me, my dear sister Hath left to visit me, and from my friends Hath brought no hopeful answer, therefore I Divine they will not help my misery, If it be so, shame, scandal, and contempt, Attend their covetous thoughts, need make their graves, Usurers they live, and may they die like slaves. Knight, be of comfort for I bring thee freedom From all thy troubles.
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Oh charity why art thou fled to heauen, And left al things on this earth vneuen, Their scosfing answeres I wll nere returne, But to my selfe his griefe in silence mourne. She is poore, Ile therefore tempt her with this gold. Go Malby in my name deliuer it, And I wil stay thy answere. Faire mistris as I vnderstand, your griefe Doth grow from want, so I haue here in store A meanes to furnish you, a bag of gold Whih to your hands I freely tender you. I thanke you Heauens, I thanke you gentle sir? God make me able to requite this fauor. This Gold Sir Francis Acton sends by me, And prayes you &c. Acton: oh God that name I am borne to cursse, Hence Bawd: hence Broker: see, I spurne his gold, My honor neuer shal for gaine be sold. Stay, Lady stay. From you Ile posting hie, Euen as the Doues from feathered Eagles flie. She hates my name, my face, how should I wo? I am disgrast in euery thing I do. The more she hates me, and disdaines my loue, The more I am wrapt in admiration Of her diuine and chast perfections. Woo her with gifts, I cannot: for al gifts, Sent in my name she spurnes. With lookes I cannot, For she abhors my sight. Nor yet with letters, For none she wil receiue. How then? how then? Well I wil fasten such a kindnes on her, As shal recome her hate and conquer it. Sir Charles her Brother lies in execution For a great sum of mony, and besides The appeale is sued stil for my Huntsmans death. Which onely I haue power to reuerse, In her Ile bury al my hate of him, Go seeke the keeper Malby, bring me to him: To saue his body I his debts wil pay, To saue his life, I his appeale wil stay. Of al on the earths face most miserable, Breath in the hellish dungeon thy laments, Thus like a slaue, ragd like a fellon giued, That hurles thee headlong to this base estate. Oh vnkind Vncle: oh my friends ingrate: Vnthankeful kinsmen, Monntfords al too base To let thy name lie fettered in disgrace. A thousand deaths here in this graue I die, Feare, hunger, sorrow, cold, al threat my death, And ioyne togither to depriue my breath, But that which most torments me, my dere sister Hath left to visite me, and from my friends Hath brought no hopeful answere, therefore I Diuine they wil not helpe my misery, If it be so, shame, scandal, and contempt, Attend thei couetous thoughts, need make their graues, Vsurers they liue, and may they die like slaues. Knight, be of comfort for I bring thee freedome From al thy troubles.