Heywood, Thomas · published 1615 · first performed or written 1594 (Annals) romance · Worcester's Men · Red Bull unassigned nearest T50 Fleets, armies and generals: war by sea · 496 words
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Is this our captains father? what villains were we to use him so roughly? If the old fornicator had but told us so much, we should have had the grace, either to have set him see, or fortune to have used him more gently. Since father we have met this happy day, Secure with me amongst these outlaws stay. Not for the world; since I have lost my sons, All outward joys are from my heart removed: Vain pleasures I abhor, all things defy, That teach not to despair, or how to die, Yet ere I leave the world I vow to see, His holy blessed Tomb that died for me. Then take along with you this bag of gold To bear your charge in every Inn you come: Deny it not, relief is comfortable. Thanks my dear son, expense it will defray, And serve to deal to poor men by the way. And now farewell sweet Charles, thou all my sons, For now the last sand in my hourglass runs. Ye two conduct him safe beyond the mountains. Shall I be one? And I another? Ye know the passages, be it your charge. I am glad the silly man is weak and old: By heaven my fingers tickle at his gold. Old man is your purse afloat? I have vowed to cut his throat, but to have it every groat. And now return we to survey our Cave, Peruse our treasure got by rape and spoil, Though won by others, yet possessed by us: Yet henceforth shall be used no violence. I'll make these villains work in several Trades, And in these Forests make a Commonwealth. When them to civil nurture I can bring, They shall proclaim me of these mountains King. I think these upright craggy mountain tops, Are (if the truth were known) high way to heaven: For it is straight, and narrow, and some places Are for the steepiness, inaccessible. Fair fall a rafter, and a gale of wind, Or I had gone to heaven away by water Nearer than this by land; that way they found, Who in the salt remorseless seas were drowned, My brothers, whom I dream on when I sleep; And my eyes waking at their fortunes weep. Forgetting them; the friendly Irish Coast Gave me safe harbour; thence I have travailed hither Even to these lofty hills of Italy, After Prince Robert Duke of Normandy. 'Tis safer sitting in my masters Shop, Crying what lack you, then 'tis here to stay, To Wolves and wild beasts to be made a prey. Master, so Christ save me, I shall wait on thee; Wake for thee when thou sleepest, run for thee when thou biddest, and fly a thy errands, like a narrow from a bow, when thou wantest wine, or meat, to drink or eat, or any other necessary provision. Now I have left my best friend in the grave, My friendship and my service you shall have.
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Is this our Captaines father? what villaines were we to vse him so roughly? If the old fornicator had but told vs so much, wee should haue had the grace, either to haue set him see, or fortune to haue vsde him more gently. Since father we haue met this happy day, Secure with me amongst these Out-lawes stay. Not for the world; since I haue lost my sonnes, All outward ioyes are from my heart remou'd: Vaine pleasures I abhorre, all things defie, That teach not to despaire, or how to die, Yet ere I leaue the world I vow to see, His holy blessed Tombe that died for mee. Then take along with you this bag of gold To beare your charge in euery Inne you come: Deny it not, reliefe is comfortable. Thankes my deere sonne, expence it will defray, And serue to deale to poore men by the way. And now fare-well sweete Charles, thou all my sonnes, For now the last sand in my howre-glasse runnes. Yee two conduct him safe beyond the mountaines. Shall I be one? And I another? Yee know the passages, be it your charge. I am glad the silly man is weake and old: By heauen my fingers tickle at his gold. Old man is your purse afloate? I haue vow'd to cut his throate, but to haue it euery groate. And now returne we to suruey our Caue, Peruse our treasure got by rape and spoyle, Though wonne by others, yet possest by vs: Yet henceforth shall be vsde no violence. I'le make these villaines worke in seuerall Trades, And in these Forrests make a Common-wealth. When them to ciuill nurture I can bring, They shall proclaime me of these Mountaines King. I thinke these vpright craggy mounaine tops, Are (if the truth were knowne) high way to heauen: For it is streight, and narrow, and some places Are for the steepinesse, inaccessible. Faire fall a rater, and a gale of winde, Or I had gone to heauen away by water Neerer then this by land; that way they found, Who in the salt remorclesse seas were drown'd, My brothers, whom I dreame on when I sleepe; And my eyes waking at their fortunes weepe. Forgetting them; the sendly Irish Coast Gaue me safe harbor; thence I haue trauail'd hither Euen to these lofty hils of Italy, After Prince Robert Duke of Normandy. 'Tis safer sitting in my Maisters Shop, Crying what lacke you, then 'tis heere to stay, To Wolues and wilde beasts to be made a prey. Maister, so Christ saue me, I shall waite on thee; Wake for thee when thou sleepest, runne for thee when thou biddest, and flye a thy errands, like a narrow from a bow, when thou wantest wine, or meate, to drinke or eate, or any other necessary prouision. Now I haue left my best friend in the graue, My friendship and my seruice you shall haue.