Heywood, Thomas · published 1615 · first performed or written 1594 (Annals) romance · Worcester's Men · Red Bull unassigned nearest T13 Knights, squires and ladies · 479 words
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Why then Kings truce. But let the purses lie: They'll fall to my advantage by and by. Now tell me Lady, what's your suit to me? To save my life from foul inchastity. For passing by these Countries on my way, To pay my zealous vows in Golgotha, Attended only by a little page: This villain with a crew of russian thieves, Seized what we had first, haled my page from me: And after would have wracked my chastity. But being swift of foot, fear lent me wings Hither (I hope in happy time) to fly, Either to save mine honour, or to die, Thy honour and thy life are both secured: And for a Lady's sake you much resemble, Command my sword, my subjects, and my cave. Where succour, all offenceless, you shall have. Sirrah go you, and scour about the hill. I go. How like is he to Charles by Shipwreck dead! And he to Eustace perished in the waves! But they are both immortal Saints in heaven: Yet I am glad because these shapes are theirs. My happy coming hath ta'en up their strife, Preserving mine own honour and my life. So blushed my sister: and this Outlaw Thief Hath a resemblance to my brother Charles: But she in London lives a Virgin pure: He in some huge Whale's belly too too sure. A pretty wench i'faith, I'll marry her, And make her Queen of all this Outlaw crew. I am half in love already, at first sight: How will this raging flame increase by might? Fair beauteous maid, resign your love to me; Mistress of all these Forests you shall be. Love me, I'll kiss away these tears of grief; Sweet wench embrace a Trueman, scorn a Thief. How now sir Sauce! you are as bold methinks, As if you were a Freeman of our Trade. None but myself plead interest in this Maid. My interest is as much; in this 'tis greater, Because that of the two, I love her better. Proud passenger, I'll make thee eat that word. If I eat air, thou shalt digest my sword. Revive this quarrel, let the former die: Fight we for her, and let the purses lie. Outlaw, I rather love to fight, then brawl: I'll win from thee thy wench, thy purse, and all. Stay Gentlemen. By heaven, I scorn to stay, Till both the purses I have ta'en away. My sword for me, my Mistress, and my gold. My resolution shall my claim uphold. What do you mean Gentlemen to fight among yourselves, that should be friends, and had more need to take one another's part, to fight against your enemies. we shall all be slain, killed, murdered, Massacred. For my own part, if I had nine lives like a cat; they were all sure to die one dogs death. Why? What's the matter fellow?
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Why then Kings truce. But let the pues lie: They'le fall o my aduantage by and by. Now tell me Lady, what's your suite to mee? To saue my life from foule inchstity. For passing by these Countries on my way, To pay my zealous vowes in Golgotha, Attended onely by a little page: This villaine with a crew of russian thieues, Seiz'd what we had first, haled my page from me: And after would haue wrackt my chastity. But being swift of foote, feare lent me wings Hither (I hope in happy time) to flie, Either to saue mine honour, or to die, Thy honour and thy life are both secur'd: And for a Ladies sake you much resemble, Command my sword, my subiects, and my caue. Where succour, all offencelesse, you shall haue. Sirra go you, and scoure about the hill. I go. How like is he to Charles by Shipwracke dead! And he to Eustace perisht in the waues! But they are bh immortall Saints in heauen: Yet I am glad because these shapes are theirs. My happy comming hath tane vp their strife, Preseruing mine owne honour and my life. So blusht my sister: and this Out-law Theife Hath a resemblance to my brother Charles: But she in London liues a Virgine pure: He in some huge Whales belly too too sure. A pretty wench'ifaith, I'le marry her, And make her Queene of all this Out-law crew. I am halfe in loue already, at first sight: How will this raging flame increase by might? Faire beauteous maide, resigne your loue to me; Mistresse of all these Forrests you shall be. Loue me, I'le kisse away these teares of griefe; Sweete wench embrace a True-man, scorne a Thiefe. How now sir Sauce! you are as bold me thinkes, As if you were a Free-man of our Trade. None but my selfe plead interest in this Maide. My interest is as much; in this 'tis greater, Because that of the two, I loue her better. Proud passenger, I'le make thee eate that word. If I eate aire, thou shalt digest my sword. Reuiue this quarrell, let the former die: Fight we for her, and let the purses lie. Out-law, I rather loue to fight, then brall: I'le winne from thee thy wench, thy purse, and all. Stay Gentlemen. By heauen, I scorne to stay, Till both the purses I haue tane away. My sword for me, my Mistresse, and my gold. My resolution shall my claime vphold. What do you meane Gentlemen to fight among your selues, that should be friends, and had more need to take one anothers part, to fight against your enemies. Wee shall all be slaine, kil'd, murdered, Massacred. For my owne part, if I had nine liues like a cat; they were all sure to die one dogges death. Why? What's the matter fellow?