Heywood, Thomas · published 1607 · first performed or written 1603 [Feb 12-Mar 6, payment] (Annals) tragedy · Worcester's Men unassigned nearest T1 Death, grief and revenge · 492 words
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Oh no. Did I not lodge thee in thy bosom? wear thee Here in my heart. You did. I did indeed, witness my tears I did. Go bring my infants hither: oh Nan, oh Nan, If either fear of shame, regard of honour, The blemish of my house, not my dear love, could have withheld thee from so lewd a fact: Yet for these infants, these young harmless souls, On whose white brows thy shame is charactered, And grows in greatness as they wax in years, Look but on them, and melt away in tears. Away with them, lest as her spotted body Hath stained their names with stripe of bastardy, So her adulterous breath may blast their spirits, With her infectious thoughts: away with them? In this one life I die ten thousand deaths. Stand up, stand up, I will do nothing rashly, I will retire a while into my study, And thou shalt hear thy sentence presently. 'tis welcome be it death: oh me, base strumpet, That having such a husband, such sweet children; Must enjoy neither: oh to redeem my honour I would have this hand cut off, these my breasts seared, Be racked, strappadoed, put to any torment, Nay, to whip but this scandal out, I would hazard The rich and dear redemption of my soul. He cannot be so base, as to forgive me? Nor I so shameless, to accept his pardon: Oh women, women, you that have yet kept Your holy matrimonial vow unstained, Make me your instance, when you tread awry, Your sins like mine will on your conscience lie. Oh mistress, mistress, what have you done mistress? 'sblood what a Caterwauling keep you here. O Lord mistress, how comes this to pass, my master is run away in his shirt, and never so much as called me to bring his clothes after him. See what guilt is, here stand I in this place, Ashamed to look my servants in the face. My words are registered in heaven already, With patience hear me: I'll not martyr thee, Nor mark thee for a strumpet, but with usage Of more humility torment thy soul, And kill thee, even with kindness. Master Frankford. Good master Cranwell: woman, hear thy judgement: Go make thee ready in thy best attire, Take with thee all thy gowns, all thy apparel, Leave nothing that did ever call thee mistress. Or by whose sight being left here in the house I may remember such a woman by, Choose thee a bed and hangings for a Chamber, Take with thee every thing that hath thy mark, And get thee to my Manor seven mile off, Where live, 'tis thine, I freely give it thee, My Tenants by shall furnish thee with wains To carry all thy fluff, within two hours, No longer will I limit thee my sight, Choose which of all my servants thou likest best, And they are thine to attend thee.
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Oh no. Did I not lodge thee in thy bosome? weare thee Here in my hart. You did. I did indeed, witnes my teares I did. Go bring my infants hether: oh Nan, oh Nan, If either feare of shame, regard of honor, The blemish of my house, no my deere loue, could haue withheld thee from so lewd a fact: Yet for these infants, these young harmeles soules, On whose white browes thy shame is characterd, And growes in greatnes as they wax in yeares, Looke but on them, and melt away in teares. Away with them, least as her spotted body Hath staind their names with stripe of bastardy, So her adultrous breath may blast their spirits, With her infectious thoughts: away with them? In this one life I die ten thousand deaths. Stand vp, stand vp, I will do nothing rashly, I wil retire a while into my study, And thou shalt heare thy sentence presently. Tis welcome be it death: oh me, base strumpet, That hauing such a husband, such sweete children; Must inioy neither: oh to redeeme my honor I would haue this hand cut off, these my breasts sard, Be rackt, strappadode, put to any torment, Nay, to whip but this scandall out, I would hazzard The rich and deere redemption of my soule. He cannot be so base, as to forgiue me? Nor I so shamelesse, to accept his pardon: Oh women, women, you that haue yet kept Your holy matrimoniall vow vnstaind, Make me your instance, when you tread awry, Your sins like mine will on your conscience lye. Oh mistris, mistris, what haue you don mistris? Sbloud what a Caterwauling keepe you here. O Lord mistris, how comes this to passe, my maister is run away in his shirt, and neuer so much as cald mee to bring his cloathes after him. See what guilt is, here stand I in this place, Ashamd to looke my seruants in te face. My wordes are registred in heauen already, With patience hear me: Ile not martyr thee, Nor marke thee for a strumpet, but with vsage Of more humility torment thy soule, And kill thee, euen with kindnesse. Maister Frankford. Good maister Cranwell: woman, heare thy iudgment: Goe make thee ready in thy best attire, Take with thee all thy gownes, all thy apparrell, Leaue nothing that did euer call thee mistris. Or by whose sight being left here in the house I may remember such a woman by, Chuse thee a bed and hangings for a Chamber, Take with thee euery thing that hath thy marke, And get thee to my Mannor seuen mile off, Where liue, tis thine, I freely giue it thee, My Tennants by shall furnish thee with waynes To carry all thy fluffe, within two houres, No longer will I limit thee my sight, Chuse which of all my seruants thou likest best, And they are thine to attend thee.