Shakespeare, William / Fletcher, John · published 1634 · first performed or written 1613 [1613-1614] (Annals) tragicomedy · King's Men · Blackfriars unassigned nearest T50 Fleets, armies and generals: war by sea · 483 words
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So we must; Is't said this wars afoot? or it shall be On fail of some condition. 'tis in motion The intelligence of state came in the instant With the desier. Le's to the king, who, were he A quarter carrier of that honour, which His Enemy come in, the blood we venture Should be as for our health, which were not spent, Rather laid out for purchase: but alas Our hands advanced before our hearts, what will The fall o'th' stroke do damage? Let th'event, That never erring arbitrator, tell us When we know all ourselves, and let us follow The becking of our chance. No further. Sir farewell; repeat my wishes To our great Lord, of whose success I dare not Make any timorous question, yet I wish him Excess, and overflow of power, and't might be To dure ill-dealing fortune; speed to him, Store never hurts good Governors. Though I know His Ocean needs not my poor drops, yet they Must yield their tribute there: My precious Maid, Those best affections, that the heavens infuse In their best tempered pieces, keep enthroned In your dear heart. thanks Sir; Remember me To our all royal Brother, for whose speed The great Bellona I'll solicit; and Since in our terrene State petitions are not Without gifts understood: I'll offer to her What I shall be advised she likes; our hearts Are in his Army in his Tent. In's bosom: We have been Soldiers, and we cannot weep When our Friends done their helms, or put to sea, Or tell of Babe, broached on the Lance, or women That have sod their Infants in (and after eat them) Tho brine, they wept at killing 'em; Then if You stay to see of us such Spinesters, we Should hold you here for ever. Peace be to you As I pursue this war, which shall be then Beyond further requiring. How his longing Follows his Friend; since his depart, his sports Though craving seriousness, and skill, passed slightly His careless execution, where nor gain Made him regard, or loss consider, but Playing o'er business in his hand, another Directing in his head, his mind, nurse equal To these so differing Twins; have you observed him, Since our great Lord departed? With much labour: And I did love him for't, they two have Cabined In many as dangerous, as poor a Corner, Peril and want contending, they have skift Torrents whose roaring tyranny and power I'th' least of these was dreadful, and they have Fought out together, where Deaths-selfe was lodged, Yet fate hath brought them off: Their knot of love Tide, weaved, entangled, with so true, so long, And with a finger of so deep a cunning May be outworne, never undone, I think Theseus cannot be umpire to himself Cleaving his conscience into twain, and doing Each side like justice, which he loves best.
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So we must; Ist sed this warres afoote? or it shall be On faile of some condition. Tis in motion The intelligence of state came in the instant With the defier. Lets to the king, who, were he A quarter carrier of that honour, which His Enemy come in, the blood we venture Should be as for our health, which were not spent, Rather laide out for purchase: but alas Our hands advanc'd before our hearts, what will The fall o'th stroke doe damage? Let th'event, That never erring Arbitratour, tell us When we know all our selves, and let us follow The becking of our chance. No further. Sir farewell; repeat my wishes To our great Lord, of whose succes I dare not Make any timerous question, yet I wish him Exces, and overflow of power, and't might be To dure ill-dealing fortune; speede to him, Store never hurtes good Gouernours. Though I know His Ocean needes not my poore drops, yet they Must yeild their tribute there: My precious Maide, Those best affections, that the heavens infuse In their best temperd peices, keepe enthroand In your deare heart. Thanckes Sir; Remember me To our all royall Brother, for whose speede The great ile solicite; and Since in our terrene State petitions are not Without giftes understood: Ile offer to her What I shall be advised she likes; our heats Are in his Army in his Tent. In's bosome: We have bin Soldiers, and wee cannot weepe When our Friends don their helmes, or put to sea, Or tell of Babe, broachd on the Launce, or womn That have sod their Infants in (and after eate them) Tho brine, they wept at killing 'em; Then if You stay to see of us such Spinesters, we Should hold you here for e ver. Peace be to you As I pursue this war, which shall be then Beyond further requiring. How his longing Followes his Friend; since his depart, his sportes Though craving seriousnes, and skill, past slightly His careles execution, where nor gaine Made him regard, or losse consider, but Playing ore busines in his hand, another Directing in his head, his minde, nurse equall To these so diffring Twyns; have you observ'd him, Since our great Lord departed? With much labour: And I did love him fort, they two have Cabind In many as dangerous, as pooe a Corner, Perill and want contending, they have skift Torrents whose roring tyranny and power I'th least of these was dreadfull, and they have Fought out together, where Deaths-selfe was lodgd, Yet fate hath brought them off: Their knot of love Tide, weau'd, intangled, with so true, so long, And with a finger of so deepe a cunning May be out worne, never undone, I thinke Theseus cannot be umpire to himselfe Cleaving his conscience into twaine, and doing Each side like Iustice, which he loves best.