The Spanish Tragedie by Kyd, Thomas, 1558-1594
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A word from our supporters: File extension MSG | [ACT III. SCENE 6.]That know not how to rememdie our owne, And doe them iusties, when vniustly we For all our wrongs can compasse no redrese. But shall I neuer liue to see the day That I may come by iustice to the Heauens To know the cause that may my cares allay? This toyles my body, this consumeth age, That onley I to all men iust must be, And neither gods nor men be iust to me! A care to punish such as doe transgresse. Who when he liued deserued my dearest blood. But come; for that we came for, lets begin; For heere lyes that which bids me to be gone. in his hand, bound. For I had written to my lord anew A neerer matter that concerneth him, For feare his lordship had forgotten me; But, sith he hath rememberd me so well, Come, come, come on! when shall we to this geere? And heere, for satisfaction of the world, Confesse thy folly and repent thy fault, For ther's thy place of execution. First I confesse, nor feare I death therefore, I am the man, -- twas I slew Serberine. But, sir, then you think this shalbe the place Where we shall satisfie you for this geare? For blood with blood shall, while I sit as iudge, Be satisfied, and the law dischargde. And, though my-selfe cannot receiue the like, Yet will I see that others haue their right. Dispatch! the fault approued and confest, And by our law he is condemned to die. furnish me with a halter, to disfurnish me of my habit. So should I goe out of this geere, my raiment, into that geere, the rope. But, hangman, now I spy your knauery, Ile not change without boot; thats flat. I pray [you], sir, dispatch, the day goes away. may chance to break your olde custome. your yong neck. preserued to break your knaues-pate for this! hope you will neuer grow so high while I am in office. hand? |



