Drue, Thomas · published 1631 · first performed or written 1624 [licensed for stage, Jan 2] (Annals) history · Prince Palatine's (Palsgrave's) Men unassigned nearest T50 Fleets, armies and generals: war by sea · 495 words
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Bonner, to cut off needless circumstance, Let this declare my resolution, This hand that writ that faithless recantation, Since I am bar from dying with my friends, Mark how I punish in this lingering flame, It shall burn off, as an assured sign, Hereafter of my constant martyrdom, No scandal shall be left by my default, Open you heavens, and entertain my willing sacrifice, Yet this is but an earnest of that love, Hereafter shall in greater measure shine. Jailor pull down that schismatic, Lodge him within the dungeon, load his joints With Iron fetters, let him fast from meat, And have no comfort, but continual checks, dispatch, I say. Farewell religious mates, What earth doth separate, I hope ere long, Shall meet in heaven, spite of proud Bonner's tongue. Farewell kind brother, ne'er decline no more, But follow us, as we have gone before. What stay we for, my quiet thoughts desire, To clothe this flesh, in purple robes of fire. You shall not need to urge our expedition, Lead them away, their Tragedy once ended, We will prepare attentive ears to hear, News of the Duchess landing prisoner. Yet we have scaped the danger of our foes, And I that whilom was exceeding weak, Through my hard travel in this infant's birth, Am now grown strong upon necessity, How forwards are we towards Windam Castle. just half our way, but we have lost our friends, Through the hot pursuit of our enemies. We are not utterly devoid of friends, Behold the young Lord Willowby smiles on us, And 'tis great help, to have a Lord our Friend. Good heaven I pray once sort to happy end, This dangerous Pilgrimage, here undertook, Sit on this bank a while, and rest our limbs, Wearied with travail, as our minds with care. You are a Captain of the Palsgrave's band, These are the other recreants, cease them both, The hundred Crowns proposed, are surely yours, I know him valiant, and therefore I will climb Up in this tree, to see, and not be seen, Pray lends a hand, whilst you surprise them, I will laughing stand. If I fit you not, ere you come down, Say Fox is a Goose. Sir I attach you as an enemy Unto the palsgrave, in whose land you are, You and you Trull, obey it ye were best, Or in resistance hazard both your lives. Attach me sir, I know no reason why, Nor to my knowledge am an enemy, Unto the Palsgrave, or the meanest man Within his confines, were are Travellers, And will immediately forsake the land. You are a Lance knight, this your Concubine. And these your Bastards, that by rapine live, And thus disguised you come to undermine, Our country's government, then yield yourselves. Though misery hath stamped upon out brow The mark of poverty, yet gentle stranger, Do not so far forget all manliness, To be a slanderer of the Innocent. Term me a slanderer.
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Bonner, to cut off needlesse circumstance, Let this declare my resolution, This hand that writ that faithlesse recantation, Since I am bard from dying with my friends, Marke how I punish in this lingring flame, It shall burne off, as an assured signe, Heereafter of my constant Martyrdome, No scandall shall be left by my default, Open you heavens, and entertaine my willing sacrifice, Yet this is but an earnest of that loue, Heereafter shall in greater measure shine. Iay lor pull downe that scismatick, Lodge him within the dungeon, loade his ioynts With Iron fetters, let him fast from meate, And haue no comfort, but continuall checks, dispatch, I say. Farewell religious mates, What earth doth separate, I hope ere long, Shall meet in heaven, spight of proud Bonners tongue. Farewell kind brother, nere decline no more, But follow vs, as we haue gone before. What stay we for, my quiet thoughts desire, To cloth this flesh, in purple robes of fire. You shall not neede to vrge our expedition, Leade them away, their Tragedy once ended, We will prepare attentiue eares to heare, Newes of the Dutches landing prisoner. Yet we haue scapt the danger of our foes, And I that whilom was exceeding weake, Through my hard travell in this infants birth, Am now growne strong vpon necessity, How forwards are we towards Windam Castle. Iust halfe our way, but we haue lost our friends, Through the hot pursut of our enemies. We are not vtterly devoyd of friends, Behold the young Lord Willowhy smiles on vs, And tis great helpe, to haue a Lord our Friend. Good heaven I pray once sorte to happy end, This dangerous Pilgrimage, heere vndertooke, Sit on this banke a while, and rest our limbes, Wearied with travaile, as our minds with care. You are a Captaine of the Palsegraues band, These are the other recreants, ceaze them both, The hundred Crownes propos'd, are surely yours, I know him valiant, and therefore I will clyme Vp in this tree, to see, and not be seene, Pray lends a hand, whil'st you surprise them, I will laughing stand. If I fit you not, ere you come downe, Say Fox is a Goose. Sir I attach you as an enemy Vnto the Palsegraue, in whose land you are, You and you ull, obey it ye were best, Or in resistance hazzard both your liues. Attach me sir, I know no reason why, Nor to my knowledge am an enemy, Vnto the Palsgraue, or the meanest man Within his confines, wer are Travellers, And will immediatly forsake the land. You are a Launce knight, this your Concubine. And these your Bastards, that by rapine liue, And thus disguis'd you come to vndermine, Our Countries government, then yeeld your selues. Though misery hath stampt vpon out brow The marke of poverty, yet gentle stranger, Doe not so far forget all manlinesse, To be a slanderer of the Innocent. Terme me a slanderer.