Fisher, Jasper · published 1633 · first performed or written 1625 [c.1611-1633] (Annals) history · at University unassigned nearest T50 Fleets, armies and generals: war by sea · 475 words
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Brother, Advance. On this side, I'll lead up The new-come Succours of the Scots and Picts. What, still fresh Supplies come thronging from their dens? The nest of Hornets is awake: I think here's Nature's Shop: Here men are made, not borne, Nor stay nine tedious months, But in a trice Sprout up like mushrooms at Wars thunderclap. We must make out a way. Since I must fight, I am prepared to fight: And much inflamed, with noise of Trump and Drum: methinks I am turned Lion, and durst meet Ten Caesars. Where are all these Covetous rogues? Who spoil the rich for gain, and kill the poor For glory? Blood suckers, and public Robbers. Nay stay, and brag, Rollano did thee kill: Stay, let me flesh my sword, and wear thy spoils. Come. Will ye forsake your Ensign, and fall off? I call to witness all the gods, I here Perform my duty. Thou canst not scape. Now die, or yield thyself. I yield, I yield, Oh save my life, I yield. I am no Britain, but by chance come hither: I'll never more lift weapon in their quarrel. How may I trust your faith? Command me any thing. Lay down your neck. Give up your sword. Base coward live: Such foes will ne'er do hurt. Rollano, what at stand? pursue the chase. I made their strongest Captain fly: This hand, This martial hand, I say, did make him fly. Some silly scout. He was a match for Cyclops, at each step The ground danced, and his nostrils blew the dust: Armed as the God of Battle pictured is. What were his looks? His brows were like a stormy winter night, When Iuno scolding, and Mars malcontent Disturb the air: At each look lightning flies, Ioue 'gainst the Giants needed but his eyes. How eloquent is fear! So came he stalking with a Beam-like spear, I gave the onset, then received his charge, And next blow cleft his morrian: So he flies. O bravely done. Here comes a straggling soldier. 'tis he, 'tis he. I care not for vain glory: It's sweeter live, than dead to be a story, O valiant coward, stay. There's not a spark Of Britain Spirit doth enlive thy corpse. Fight Britain's, fight. The day is ours. I'm cloyed And glutted even with slaughter. There some fly, And flying die, and dying mangled lie. I twice broke through the ranks, yet cannot find That venturous Captain Caesar, on whose breast I long to try my blade, and prick that bladder Puffed with ambition, and victorious fight. We may confess, they come of Trojan kind, An hundred valiant Hectors hear we find. Fairly encountered, let our blades discuss Who hath the justest cause: And on this combat May victory her equal Balance hang. Thou seem'st a worthy Prince, and Caesar's match.
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Brother, Aduance. On this side, Ile lead vp The new-come Succours of the Scots and Picts. What, still fresh Supplyes come thronging from their dens? The nest of Hornets is awake: I thinke Heere's Natures Shop: Heere men are made, not borne, Nor stay nine tedious moneths, But in a trice Sprout vp like mushromes at Warres thunder-clap. We must make out a way. Since I must fight, I am prepar'd to fight: And much inflam'd, with noyse of Trump and Drum: Mee thinks I am turn'd Lyon, and durst meete Ten Caesars. Where are all these Couetous rogues? Who spoyle the rich for gaine, and kill the poore For glory? Blood suckers, and publike Robbers. Nay stay, and bragge, Rollano did thee kill: Stay, let me flesh my sword, and weare thy spoyles. Come. Will ye forsake your Ensigne, and fall off? I call to witnesse all the gods, I heere Performe my duty. Thou canst not scape. Now dye, or yeeld thy selfe. I yeeld, I yeeld, Oh saue my life, I yeeld. I am no Britaine, but by chance come hither: I'le neuer more lift weapon in their quarrell. How may I trust your faith? Command me any thing. Lay downe your neck. Giue vp your sword. Base coward liue: Such foes will neere do hurt. Rollano, what at stand? pursue the chase. I made their strongest Captaine flie: This hand, This martiall hand, I say, did make him flie. Some silly scoute. He was a match for Cyclops, at each step The ground daunc'd, and his nostrills blew the dust: Arm'd as the God of Battell pictur'd is. What were his lookes? His browes were like a stormy winter night, When Iuno scolding, and Mars male-content Disturbe the aire: At each looke lightning flies, Ioue 'gainst the Gyants needed but his eies. How eloquent is feare! So came he stalking with a Beame-like speare, I gaue the onset, then receiu'd his charge, And next blow cleft his morrian: So he flies. O brauely done. Here comes a stragling souldier. Tis he, tis he. I care not for vaine glory: Its sweeter liue, than dead to be a storie, O valiant coward, stay. Theres not a sparke Of Britaine Spirit doth enliue thy corps. Fight Britaines, fight. The day is ours. I'me cloy'd And glutted euen with slaughter. There some flie, And flying die, and dying mangled lie. I twise broke through the rankes, yet cannot find That ventrous Captaine Caesar, on whose breast I long to try my blade, and pricke that bladder Puft with ambition, and victorious fight. We may confesse, they come of Troiane kind, An hundred valiant Hectors here we find. Fairely incountred, let our blades discusse Who hath the iustest cause: And on this combate May victory her equall Ballance hang. Thou seem'st a worthy Prince, and Caesars match.