Drue, Thomas · published 1631 · first performed or written 1624 [licensed for stage, Jan 2] (Annals) history · Prince Palatine's (Palsgrave's) Men unassigned nearest T1 Death, grief and revenge · 494 words
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And a Villain too, if thou maintain these defamations, Term me a Thief, my wife a Concubine, My Children base borne; by a soldier's faith, Wert thou the greatest spirit the Palgrave hath, I cannot brook this slavish insolence, That I am angry, witness this reply, I will defend mine honour though I die. villains I charge you all environ him, So many to one silly passenger, Then farewell woman weakness, welcome sword, For once I'll play the man, to save my Lord. Why this is excellent, now I hope to live To see them apprehended or else slain. These hopes I'll cross, by cutting down the branch Whereon he builds this weak foundation. Oh I shall fall, help me good M. Fox. ay, wherefore Clunie, to betray my Lady? So hateful Bonner, dived into the well, So fall this damned Parator to hell, And now I'll help my Mistress to my power, Fox, come out a your hole, and take your cousin's part Or I'll pull you out by the ears. Help, help, our Captains murdered, raise the town. The Captain slain then Fox 'tis best to fly, And lest some sad mischance should second them, I will convey these Children to the Woods, That borders near at hand, oh heaven I pray, Make this disastrous time a happy day. Help, help, our Captains slain. I must down, bless my neck and care not. Follow, follow, follow. Oh, my guts, a vengeance on this Fox. This way, this way follow. What cries are these, oh hast thou slain the Cap. If he be slain, require not heaven his blood, Of miserable Berty. Help, help, help. A second volley of heart wounding words, Oh fly my love, fly, fly, and save thy life, Before the town be raised, shift for yourself, If you be taken, there's no way but death. Within. Here, here, this way. Why stir you not, our foes are hard at hand. I am so amazed I know not where to go, I'll take this way. Rather dear Love take this. That way they come. What shall we do, Behold a Ladder raised against this house, In happy time, mount up and save your life, I will defend the bottom with my sword, And though heaven knows I am o'erlaid with woe, I'll rather die than see your overthrow. But I shall leave thee to thine enemies. Shift for your own life, take, no care for mine, For heavens sake quickly, you delay the time. Fear lend me wings, but oh my griefs so great, It ways me down, and I must needs retreat. Come away, come away, ho! come away. They are at hand, oh good my love mount up. See where they are that made the fray. You fellow, that run up the Ladder, Down, down, or I'll pull you down in a rope's name. He is my husband, and a Gentleman, And I'll defend him from your tyranny.
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And a Villaine too, if thou maintayne these defamations Terme me a Thiefe, my wife a Concubine, My Children base borne; by a souldiers faith, Wert thou the greatest spirit the Palesgraue hath, I cannot brooke this slavish insolence, That I am angry, witnesse this reply, I will defend mine honour though I dye. Villaines I charge you all inviron him, So many to one silly passenger, Then farewell woman weakenes, welcome sword, For once Ile play the man, to saue my Lord. Why this is excellent, now I hope to liue To see them apprehended or else slayne. These hopes Ile crosse, by cutting downe the branch Whereon he builds this weake foundation. Oh I shall fall, helpe me good M. Fox. I, wherefore Clunie, to betray my Lady? So hatefull Bonner, dived into the well, So fall this damned Parator to hell, And now Ile helpe my Mistris to my power, Fox, come out a your hole, and take your Cozens part Or Ile pull you out by the eares. Helpe, helpe, our Captaines hered, raise the towne. The Captaine slaine then Fox tis best to flie, And lest some sad mischance should second them, I will convey these Children to the Woods, That borders neere at hand, oh heaven I pray, Make this disasterous time a happy day. Helpe, helpe, our Captaynes slayne. I must downe, blesse my necke and care not. Follow, follow, follow. Oh, my guts, a vengeance on this Fox. This way, this way follow. What cries are these, oh hast thou slaine the Cap. If he be slaine, require not heaven his blood, Of miserable Berty. Helpe, helpe, helpe. A second volley of heart wounding words, Oh flye my loue, flye, flye, and saue thy life, Before the towne be rais'd, shift for your selfe, If you be taken, theres no way but death. Within. Heere, heere, this way. Why stir you not, our foes are hard at hand. I am so amaz'd I know not where to goe, Ile take this way. Rather deere Loue take this. That way they come. What shall we doe, Behold a Ladder rais'd against this house, In happy time, mount vp and saue your life, I will defend the bottome with my sword, And though heaven knowes I am orelaid with woe, Ile rather dye then see your overthrow. But I shall leaue thee to thine enemies. Shift for your owne life, take, no care for mine▪ For heavens sake quickly, you delay the time. Feare lend me wings, but oh my griefs so great, It waies me downe, and I must needs retreat. Come away, come away, ho! come away. They are at hand, oh good my loue mount vp. See where they are that made the fray. You fellow, that run vp the Ladder, Downe, downe, or Ile pull you downe in a ropes name. He is my husband, and a Gentleman, And Ile defend him from your tyranie.