Rowley, William · published 1633 · first performed or written 1619 [c.1619-1620(?)] (Annals) tragedy · Prince Charles's Men (first) · Phoenix/Cockpit unassigned nearest T1 Death, grief and revenge · 501 words
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Zounds they are come, and have been here with me. Traitorous Iulianus, and his ravished daughter, An army of Moores, of Turks and infidels. Your fancies trouble you, they are but coming, Too near in that, make up to your soldiers, Full twenty thousand now will follow you and more. The moor's a coming, & the devil too that must Succeed me in my last monarchy, take arms and fight, The fiends shall know they have not played me right. O for a private place to be hanged in; when all hope's gone, welcome despair; which way soever the day goes, I'm sure this is my way; If the King overcome, I shall be hanged for Jacinta's escape, if she rise, I fall in recompense of her wrongs. All my grief is, I want an heir to have my purse and clothes, one that would take the pains for me, an honest hangman were now as good a companion as I would desire to meet with; I have lived a Lord, and I would be loath to die an executioner. Murder is come to light; Oh sister how hast thou overthrown our honourable house before it was well covered; oh ambitious sister, half a share in a Lord would not content thee, thou would have all or none, now thou hast none, for thou hast killed thy Lord and husband. I was a Lord, although a bawdy Lord. I was a Lord's brother, although a bawdy Lords brother. O Lechery, how hast thou puffed me up and undone me. O Lechery, thou hast battened me a while, and then spoilt me. Ha? what art thou? Partly honourable, partly miserable. Give me thy hand. Give me thy halter then. Art thou a hangman then? ay, and a mad one, but now I droop, and am ready to drop into the budget. Look here's work for thee, here's clothes, and here's money, wout thou take the pains to hang me? I have lived a lord's brother, and would be loath to die a hangman. Do not desire to die, live till thou diest of thine own accord. 'tis my desire, but I want a cord of mine own, prithee lend me thine. Let me persuade thee to be charitable to thyself, spare thyself, and hang me, I have been a Pander, know'st thou what a Pander is? In brief a knave; more at large thus; he's a thing that is poor, He waits upon a whore, When she's sick, he's sore, In the streets he goes before, At the chamber waits at door, All his life a runs o'th' score, This I know, and know no more. All this I'll add to it, He wears long lock, And villainous socks, Many nights in the stocks, Endures some knocks, And a many of mocks, Eats reversions of cocks, Yet lies in the flocks, Thrives by the smocks, And dies with the pox. All this I have been, and now desire to be hanged for't.
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Zounds they are come, and have bin here with me. Traiterous Iulianus, and his ravisht daughter, An army of Moores, of Turks and infidels. Your fancies trouble you, they are but comming, Too neere in that, make up to your souldiers, Full twenty thousand now will follow you and more. The Moore's a comming, & the devill too that must Succeed me in my last monarchy, take armes and fight, The fiends shall know they have not plaid me right. O for a private place to bee hang'd in; when all hope's gone, welcome despaire; which way soever the day goes, I'me sure this is my way; If the King overcome, I shall be hang'd for Iacintaes escape, if shee rise, I fall in recompence of her wrongs. All my griefe is, I want an heire to have my purse and clothes, one that would take the paines for me, an honest hangman were now as good a companion as I woud desire to meet with; I have liv'd a Lord, and I woud be loath to dye an executioner. Murder is come to light; Oh sister how hast thou overthrowne our honorable house before it was well covered; oh ambitious sister, halfe a share in a Lord woud not content thee, thou woud have all or none, now thou hast none, for thou hast kild thy Lord and husband. I was a Lord, altho a bawdy Lord. I was a Lords brother, altho a bawdy Lords brother. O Lechery, how hast thou puft mee up and undone me. O Lechery, thou hast battend me a while, and then spoild me. Ha? what art thou? Partly honorable, partly miserable. Give me thy hand. Give me thy halter then. Art thou a hangman then? I, and a mad one, but now I droope, and am ready to drop into the budget. Looke here's worke for thee, here's clothes, and here's mony, wout thou take the paines to hang me? I have liv'd a Lords brother, and woud be loath to die a hangman. Doe not desire to die, live till thou diest of thine owne accord. Tis my desire, but I want a cord of mine owne, prethee lend me thine. Let me perswade thee to be charitable to thy selfe, spare thy selfe, and hang me, I have beene a Pander, knowst thou what a Pander is? In briefe a knave; more at large thus; Hee's a thing that is poore, He waits upon a whore, When shee's sick, hee's sore, In the streets he goes before, At the chamber waits at doore, All his life a runs o'th score, This I know, and know no more. All this Ile adde to it, He weares long locke, And villanous socks, Many nights in the stocks, Endures some knocks, And a many of mocks, Eates reversions of cocks, Yet lies in the flocks, Thrives by the smocks, And dies with the pox. All this I have beene, and now desire to be hang'd for't.