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 · 495 words
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A Woman fight. Such are my fortunes now, Therefore keep off, who ventures on this way, Treadeth a path that leadeth to his death. My friends what seeke you, wherefore comamm'd You have slain a Captain of the palsgrave's Wounded his soldiers, and beside we hear, You are a Lanceknight, this your Concubine, And come disguised to undermine the State, In whose defence these men have armed themselves. You seem a Burgomaster, by your habit, And they that misinformed you were too blame, Know gentle sir, I am an Englishman, And on some special business bound this way, Toward Windam-Castle, till we were disturbed, By the oppression of the man that's slain. I wreak not friend of what estate you are, Nor to what end you travail through these parts, You have slain a map, and you must answer it, According to the law of Nations. Down with him, he shall answer it with death. Peace there, I charge you, in the PRINCE's name. It seems these men are thirsty for my blood, And without law are set to take my life, Than it were madness for a man to yield, To abide a trial, and the judgement past: Since I must die, I'll choose the death myself, And that's to stand on a defensive guard, Except you swear as you're a Christian, A Magistrate, and one that will do right, That I shall have due process of the Law And be defended from the multitude. Do not, I pray, endanger so your life, But trust unto the shelter you have got. A sorry fortress to defend his life. But will you take that oath. By heaven I do, and I will see it kept inviolate. Then work the worst of fate, if right bear sway, He cannot speed amiss that does no wrong, Oh, innocence is bold, free, liberal, Fearless of any danger, that may fall, I yield me sir, a Prisoner to the law, justice is blind gaze not upon our persons, Although our birth be ne'er so mean or base, But fix the eye of judgement on our case. So, bind their hands, & lead them to the statehouse, They shall have justice done immediately, Oh stay a while, I have lost my little babes, What savage hand hath ta'en my children hence, Whilst we were busied in this luckless brawl. My Children borne away! oh then I fear, It is some treason to abridge our lives, And that the Captain, that did wrong us thus, Did it to that intent. 'tis so, till now we ne'er were truly miserable, Our other miseries were sunshine days, Compared unto the greatness of this storm, Oh suffer me good sir, to seek them out, For without them, I am but half myself. A strict enquiry shall be made forthwith, In every place that borders hereabouts, Grieve not too much, though such are poor men's treasure, What needy thief to steal them would take pleasure.
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A Woman fight. Such are my fortunes now, Therefore keepe off, who ventures on this way, Treadeth a path that leadeth to his death. My friends what seeke you, wherefore comamm'd You haue slaine a Captaine of the Palsgraues an Wounded his souldiers, and besides we heare, You are a Lanceknight, this your Concubine, And come disguis'd to vndermine the State, In whose defence these men haue arm'd themselues. You seeme a Burgomaster, by your habit, And they that mis-inform'd you were too blame, Know gentle sir, I am an Englishman, And on some speciall busines bound this way, Toward Windam-Castle, till we were disturb'd, By the oppression of the man that's slayne. I wreake not friend of what estate you are, Nor to what end you travaile through these parts, You haue slaine a map, and you must answer it, According to the law of Nations. Downe with him, he shall answer it with death. Peace there, I charge you, in the Princes name. It seemes these men are thirsty for my blood, And without law are set to take my life, Then it were madnesse for a man to yeeld, To abide a triall, and the iudgement past: Since I must dye, Ile choose the death my selfe, And thats to stand on a defensiue guard, Except you sweare as you'r a Christian, A Magistrate, and one that will doe right, That I shall haue due processe of the Law And be defended from the multitude. Doe not, I pray, indanger so your life, But trust vnto the shelter you haue got. A sorry fortresse to defend his life. But will you take that oath. By heaven I doe, and I will see it kept inviolate. Then worke the worst of fate, if right beare sway, He cannot speed amisse that does no wrong, Oh, innocence is bold, free, liberall, Fearelesse of any danger, that may fall, I me sir, a Prisoner to the law, Iustice is blind gaze not vpon our persons, Although our birth be neare so meane or base, But fixe the eye of iudgement on our case. So, bind their hands, & lead them to the statehouse They shall haue iustice done immediately, Oh stay a while, I haue lost my little babes, What savadge hand hath tane my children hence, Whil'st we were busied in this lucklesse brawle. My Children borne away! oh then I feare, It is some treason to abridge our liues, And that the Captaine, that did wrong vs thus, Did it to that intent. Tis so, till now we nere were truely miserable, Our other miseries were sunneshine dayes, Compar'd vnto the greatnesse of this storme, Oh suffer me good sir, to seeke them out, For without them, I am but halfe my selfe. A strict enquiry shall be made foorthwith, In every place that borders heere abouts, Greeue not too much, though such are poore mens treasure What needy thiefe to steale them would take pleasure.