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 · 508 words
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That hand once held my heart in faster bonds Than now 'tis gripped by me: God pardon them That made us first break hold. Amen, amen, Out of my zeal to heaven whither I am now bound, I was so impudent to wish you here, And once more beg your pardon oh Good man. And father to my children pardon me. Pardon, oh pardon me, my fault so heynous i, That if you in this world forgive it not, Heaven will not clear it in the world to come. Faintness hath so usurped upon my knees, That kneel I cannot ● but on my heart's knees, My prostrate soul lies thrown down at your feet, To beg your gracious pardon: pardon, O pardon me. As freely from the low depth of my soul, As my redeemer hath forgiven his death, I pardon thee, I will shed tears for thee, Pray with thee, and in mere pity Of thy weak state, I'll wish to die with thee. So do we all. So will not I, I'll sigh and sob, but by my faith not die. Oh master Frankford all the near alliance, I lose by her, shall be supplied in thee, you are my brother by the nearest way, Her kindred hath fallen off, but yours doth stay. even as I hope for pardon at that day, When the great judge of Heaven in Scarlet sits, So be thou pardoned, though thy rash offence, divorced our bodies, thy repentant tears Unite our souls. Then comfort mistress Frankford, You see your husband hath forgiven your fall, Then rouse your spirits, and cheer your fainting soul. How is it with you? How do you feel yourself? Not of this world. I see you are not, and I weep to see it, My wife the mother to my pretty Babes, Both those lost names I do restore thee back. And with this kiss I wed thee once again, Though thou art wounded in thy honoured name, And with that grief upon thy deathbed liest, Honest in heart, upon my soul thou diest. Pardoned on earth, soul, thou in heaven art free, Once more thy wife, dies thus embracing thee. New married, and new widowed, oh she's dead, And a cold grave must be our Nuptial bed. Sir be of good comfort, and your heavy sorrow, Part equally amongst us, storms divided Abate their force, and with less rage are guided. Do master Frankford, he that hath least part, Will find enough to drown one troubled heart. Peace with thee Nan: Brothers and Gentlemen, All we that can plead interest in her grief Bestow upon her body funeral tears; Brother, had you with threats and usage bad, Punished her sin, the grief of her offence Had not with such true sorrow touched her heart. I see it had not, therefore on her grave, I will bestow this funeral Epitaph, Which on her Marble Tomb shall be engraved, In Golden letters shall these words be filled, Here lies she, whom her husband's kindness killed.
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That hand once held my hart in faster bonds Then now tis gripte by me: God pardon them That made vs first breake hold. Amen, amen, Out of my zeale to heauen whther I am now bound, I was so impudent to wish you here, And once more beg your pardon oh Good man. And father to my children pardon me. Pardon, oh pardon me, my fault so heynous i, That if you in this world forgiue it not, Heauen will not cleare it in the world to come. Faintnesse hath so vsurpt vpon my knees, That kneele I cannot but on my harts knees, My prostrate soule lyes throwne down at your feet, To beg your gracious pardon: pardon, O pardon me. As freely from the low depth of my soule, As my redeemer hath forgiuen his death, I pardon thee, I will shed teares for thee, Pray with thee, and in meere pitty Of thy weake state, Ile wish to die with thee. So do we all So will not I, Ile sigh and sob, but by my faith not dy. Oh maister Frankford all the neere alliance, I loos by her, shall be supplyde in thee, you ar my brther by the neerest way, Her kindred hath fallen off, but yours doth stay. Euen as I hope for pardon at that day, When the great iudge of Heauen in Scarlet sits, So be thou pardoned, though thy rash offence, Diuorsd our bodis, thy repenant teares Vnite our soule. The comfort mistris Frankford, You see your husband hath forgiuen your fall, Then rouse your spirits, and cheer your finting soule. How is it with you? How do you fel your selfe? Not of this world. I se you ar not, and I weepe to see it, My wife the mother to my pretty Babes, Both those lost names I do restore thee back. And with this kisse I wed thee once againe, Though thou art wounded in thy honord name, And with that griefe vpon thy death-bed liest, Honest in hart, vpon my soule thou diest. Pardond on earth, soule, thou in heauen art free, Once more thy wife, dyes thus imbracing thee. New married, and new widdowed, oh shees dead, And a cold graue must be our Nuptiall bed. Sir be of good comfort, and your heauy sorrow, Part equally amongst vs, stormes deuided Abate their force, and with lesse rage are guided. Do maister Frankford, he that hath least part, Will find enough to drowne one troubled hart. Peace with thee Nan: Brothers and Gentlemen, All we that can plead interest in her griefe Bestowe vpon her body funerall teares; Brother, had you with threats and vsage bad, Punisht her sin, the griefe of her offence Had not with such true sorrow tutcht her hart. I see it had not, therefore on her graue, I will bestow this funeral Epitaph, Which on her Marble Tombe shall be ingrau'd, In Golden letters shall these words be fild, Heere lies she, whom her husbands kindnesse kild.