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 · 519 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T1: death, life, dead, die, blood, revenge, soul, father, heart, heaven.
Marry an'dt please your Majesty, 'twas thus, This villainous rascal, followed to surprise my Lady, And being afraid to venture himself, set on one of the Palsgrave's Captains to do it, whilst he climbed Up into a tree and stood laughing, now sir, I cut the bow, And he fell down, and if you have not broke your neck, I would you had. If this be true, he has bought his pleasure dear, Sirrah begone, this justice I allow, For his derision then, deride him now. All things goes backward for our good, Madam farewell, your punishment is past, Now set your mind to punish us at last. Revenge shall be a stranger in my heart, The tortures I'll inflict upon my foes, Is kindness, for unkindness, grace for death, For what's prosperity but a puff of breath, My Lord of Brunswick, pray let us be friends. With all my heart, since every heart befriends you. It joys me that your sorrows here take end, willit please you Madam, here to stay with us Or go for England, if you so resolve, I'll see you furnished with a noble fleet. To England with full sails, blow gentle wind, I long to see my Sovereign noble maid, Princes I humbly thank you for these honours, Done to your handmaid, far unworthy them, But time shall testify my thankfulness, Be smooth rough sea, that I may pass a main, To do my duty to my Sovereign. Down with him, give us leave to be revenged on him. For all the tyranny that he hath used What have I done, you should revile me thus? What hast thou done to deserve our hate? Defend me Officers, shall I without Law, Be trod to death by the rude Multitude. Keep off my Masters, 'tis her highness' pleasure, He shall not be convicted but by Law. And whether goes he. To the Marshalsea. We will not leave him, till we see him in. This is the Prison, here the Keeper comes, And with him Master Grindall, Scory, Cox, Such reverent men as, Bonner, by your means, These many years have suffered much distress. But now they are delivered, and their place, Bonner, you must another while supply, So says the strict Commission I have here. Trust me, I glory not to see his fall. Believe me, nor do I. Though wee know, had not our Keeper bin mor kind to v Than you were M. Bonner, we might here, Have starved for want of meat, but heaven forgive you, We do with all our hearts. And we will labour too, so much as in us lies, Unto the Council, you may be favourably Dealt withal, so fare you well. Farewell, this course inconstant fortune keeps, While wan one laughs, another always weeps. Such measure as to others he hath met, The same let him receive, good M. Keeper. Remember Lollards-tower. Let his best diet be but from the basket, Nay, bread and water, is too good for him, His fat Shrove-Tuesday sides may well endure, A hungry Lent or two, and never hurt him.
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Marry andt please your Maiestie, twas thus, This villanous rascall, followed to surprize my Lady, And being afraid to venter himselfe, set on one of Palsegraes Captaines to doe it, whilst he climb'd Vp into a tree and stood laughing, now sir, I cut the bow, And he fell downe, and if you haue not broake your necke, I would you had. If this be true, he has bought his pleasure deere, Sirra begon, this justice I allow, For his derision ten, deride him now. All things goes backward for our good, Madam farewell, your punishment is past, Now set your mind to punish vs at last. Revenge shall be a stranger in my heart, The tortures Ile inflict vpon my foes, Is kindnesse, for vnkindnesse, grace for death, For what's prosperity but a puffe of breath, My Lord of Brunswick, pray let vs be friends. Withall my heart, since every heart befriends you. It joyes me that your sorrowes heere take end, Wilt please you Madam, heere to stay with vs Or goe for England, if you so resolue, Ile see you furnish't with a noble fleete. To England with full sailes, blow gentle wind, I long to see my Soveraigne noble mayd, Princes I humbly thanke you for these honors, Done to your handmaide, far vnworthie them, But time shall testifie my thankefulnesse, Be smooth rough sea, that I may passe a maine, To doe my duty to my Soveraigne. Downe with him, giue vs leaue to be revenged on him. For all the tyrany that he hath vs'd What haue I done, you should revile me thus? What hast thou done to deserue our hate? Defend me Officers, shall I without Law, Be trod to death by the rude Multitude. Keepe off my Masters, Tis her highnesse pleasure, He shall not be convicted but by Law. And whether goes he. To the Marshalsea. We will not leaue him, till we see him in. This is the Prison, heere the Keeper comes, And with him Master Grindall, Scory, Cox, Such reverent men as, Bonner, by your meanes, These many yeeres haue suffered much distresse▪ But now they are deliver'd, and their place, Bonner, you must an other while supply, So saies the strict Commission I haue heere. Trust me, I glory not to see his fall. Beleeue me▪ nor doe I. Though wee know, had not our Keeper bin mor kind to v Then you were M. Bonner, we might here, Haue starvd for want of meat, but heaven forgiue you, We doe with all our hearts. And we will labour too, so much as in vs lies, Vnto the Councell, you may be favorably Dealt withall, so fare you well. Farewell, this course inconstant fortune keepes, While wan one laughes, an other alwayes weeps. Such measure as to others he hath met, The same let him receiue, good M. Keeper. Remember Lollards-tower. Let his best diet be but from the basket, Nay, bread and water, is too good for him, His fat Shroue-tuesday sides may well endure, A hungry Lent or two, and never hurt him▪