Fisher, Jasper · published 1633 · first performed or written 1625 [c.1611-1633] (Annals) history · at University unassigned nearest T18 Rebels, barons and the king's wars at ho · 470 words
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Then Friends and Princes on this Blade take oath: First to your Country, to revenge her wrongs: And next to me, as General, to be led With unity and courage. The gods bless Britain, and Cassibelane. Now royal friends, the Heirs of mighty Brute: You see, what storm hangs hovering o'er this land, Ready to pour down cataclysms of blood; Let ancient glory then inflame your hearts: Beyond the craggy hills of grim-faced death, Bright honour keeps triumphant Court, and deeds Of martial men live there in marble rolls. Death is but Charon to the Fortunate Isles: Porter to Fame. What though the Roman armed with foreign spoil, Behind him lead the conquered world, and hope To sink our Island with his Army's weight: Yet we have gods, and men, and horse, to fight: And we can bravely die. But our just cause, Your forward loves, and all our people edged With Dardan spirit, and the powerful name Of Country; Bid us hope for victory. We have a world within ourselves, whose breast No Foreigner hath unrevenged pressed These thousand years. Though Rhine and Rhone can serve, And envy Thames his never captive stream: Yet maugre all. If we ourselves are true, We may despise, what all the earth can do. let's then dismiss the Legate with a frown: And draw our forces toward the Sea, to join With the four Kings of Kent, and so affront His first arrival. But before all, let Our Priests and Druids in their hallowed groves Propitiate the gods, and scan events By their mysterious Arts. Well, so: your tongue's your own, though drunk or angry. Umh. Speak not a word upon your life: Be dumb. Umh. I'll winch up thy estate. Be Harpocrates. Umh. Thy fortunes shall be double-guilt. Be midnight. Umh. An excellent instrument to be the Bawd To his dear Lady.— But Rollano, hark: What words, what looks did give my letter welcome? Umh. Nay, now thy silence is antedated. Speak. Umh. I give thee leave, I say. Speak, Be not foolish. Then— with your leave: She used upon receipt No words, but silent joy purpled her face, And seeing your Name, straight clapped it to her heart, To print there a New Copy: As she'd say, The words went by her eyes too long a way. You told her my Conditions, and my Oath Of silence, and that only you be used. All, Sir. And that this night— ay, Sir. You guard the Door— ay, Sir. But I ne'er mean to come. No, Sir? Oh wretch! Shall I deceive, when She remains so true? No. Thou shalt be true, and She remain deceived. I'll lie, and yet I will not lie. My Friend Eulinus in my shape, shall climb her Bed. This is the point. You'll promise all your aid.
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Then Friends and Princes on this Blade take oath: First to your Country, to reuenge her wrongs: And next to me, as Generall, to be lead With vnity and courage. The gods blesse Britaine, and Cassibelane. Now royall friends, the Heires of mighty Brute: You see, what storme hangs houering ore this land, Ready to poure downe cataclysmes of blood; Let antient glory then inflame your hearts: Beyond the craggy hilles of grim-fac'd death, Bright honour keepes triumphant Court, and deedes Of martiall men liue there in marble rolles. Death is but Charon to the Fortunate Iles: Porter to Fame. What though the Romane arm'd with forraine spoyle, Behind him lead the conquered world, and hope To sinke our Iland with his Armies waight: Yet we haue gods, and men, and horse, to fight: And we can brauely die. But our iust cause, Your forward loues, and all our people edg'de With Dardane spirit, and the powerfull name Of Country; Bid vs hope for victory. We haue a world within our selues, whose breast No Forainer hath vn-revenged prest These thousand yeeres. Though Rhine and Rhoane can serue, And enuie Thames his neuer captiue streame: Yet mauger all. If we our selues are true, We may despise, what all the earth can doe. Lets then dismisse the Legate with a frowne: And draw our forces toward the Sea, to ioyne With the foure Kings of Kent, and so affront His first arriuall. But before all, let Our Priests and Druids in their hallowed groues Propitiate the gods, and scanne events By their mysterious Artes. Well, so: your tongue's your own, though drunk or angry. Vmh. Speake not a word vpon your life: Be dumbe. Vmh. I'le winch vp thy estate. Be Harpocrates. Vmh. Thy fortunes shall be double-guilt. Be midnight. Vmh. An excellent instrument to be the Bawd To his deare Lady. — But Rollano, harke: What words, what looks did giue my letter wellcome? Vmh. Nay, now thy silence is ante-dated. Speake. Vmh. I giue thee leaue, I say. Speake, Be not foolish. Then—with your leaue: She vs'd vpon receipt No words, but silent ioy purpell'd her face, And seeing your Name, strait clapt it to her heart, To print there a New Copy: As shee'd say, The words went by her eyes too long a way. You told her my Conditions, and my Oath Of silence, and that only you be vs'd. All, Sir. And that this night— I, Sir. You guard the Doore— I, Sir. But I nere meane to come. No, Sir? Oh wretch! Shall I deceiue, when Shee remaines so true? No. Thou shalt be true, and She remaine deceiu'd. I'le lye, and yet I will not lye. My Friend Eulinus in my shape, shall clime her Bed. This is the point. You'le promise all your ayd.