Heywood, Thomas · published 1634 · first performed or written 1633 [c.1625-1634] (Annals) comedy · Queen Henrietta Maria's Men · Phoenix/Cockpit T17 Eastern conquest: Persians, Turks and so typicality 0.71 · 483 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T17: tamburlaine, persian, cyrus, king, mahomet, arms, mighty, assyrian, thousand, army.
Hear me then my Lord, We sacked the City after nine months' siege, Furnished with store of all wars furniture, Our (never to be praised enough) brave General Fought in the Cannon's face, their number still Increased, but our diminished; their soldiers pay Doubled, and ours kept back: but we (brave spirits) The loss we had of Coin, the more we took Unto ourselves of Courage, but when all Our furniture was spent even to one day, And that to morrow we must be enforced To raise a shameful siege, than stood our General (Our valiant General) up, and breathed upon us His own undaunted spirit, which spread through The Camp, returned it doubly armed again: For he did mean to lay upon one shot His state and fortune, and then instantly He bade us arm and follow: On than he went, We after him; oh! 'twas a glorious sight, Fit for a Theatre of Gods to see, How we made up and maugre all opposure, Made way through raging storms of showering bullets; At last we came to hook our ladders, and By them to scale. The first that mounted, was Our bold courageous General: after him Ten thousand, so we instantly were made Lords of the City, purchased in two hours After a nine months' siege: all by the valour Of our approved General. I never heard a braver victory, But what's our loss? Oh that, which ten such Conquests Cannot make good, your worthy General. My Lord and husband? spare me passion, I must withdraw to death. How perished he? What died he by the sword? Sword? No alas, No sword durst bite upon his noble flesh, Nor bullet raze his skin: he whom War feared, The Cannon spared, no steel durst venture on. No Duke, 'twas thy unkind ingratitude Hath slain brave Sforza. Speak the cause? I shall: This City seized, his purpose was the spoil To give his Soldiers; but when his sealed Commission He had unripped, and saw express command, To deal no farther then to victory, And that his great Authority was curbed, And given to others, that respect their profit More than the worth of soldiers: even for grief, That he could neither furnish us with pay Which was kept back, nor guerdon us with spoil, What was about him he distributed, Even to the best deservers, as his garments, His Arms, and Tent, than some few words spoke, And so oppressed with grief, his great heart broke. There's one gone then. Attend for thy reward, So leave vs. Pray on whom shall I attend? Who is't must pay me? I sir. You sir? tell me, Will it not cost me more the waiting for, Then the sum comes to when it is received? I do but ask the question. You are a bold And saucy soldier. You are a cunning slave, And cowardly Courtier.
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Heare me then my Lord, We sack't the Citty after nine Moneths siege, Furnisht with store of all warres furniture, Our (neuer to be praisd enough) braue Generall Fought in the Cannons face, their number still Increast, but our diminisht; their souldiers pay Doubled, and ours kept backe: but we (braue spirits) The losse we had of Coyne, the more we tooke Vnto our selues of Courage, but when all Our furniture was spent euen to one day, And that to morrow we must be inforc't To raise a shameful siege, then stood our General (Our valiant Generall) vp, and breath'd vpon vs His owne vndaunted spirit, which spred through The Campe, return'd it doubly arm'd againe: For he did meane to lay vpon one shott His state and fortune, and then instantly He bad vs arme and follow: On then he went, We after him; oh! 'twas a glorious sight, Fit for a Theater of Gods to see, How we made vp and mauger all opposure, Made way through raging stormes of showring bullets; At last we came to hooke our ladders, and By them to skale. The first that mounted, was Our bold couragious Generall: after him Ten thousand, so we instantly were made Lords of the Citty, purchas'd in two houres After a nine Moneths siege: all by the valour Of our approued Generall. I neuer heard a brauer victory, But what's our losse? Oh that, which ten such Conquests Cannot make good, your worthy Generall. My Lord and husband? spare me passion, I must with-draw to death. How perish't he? What dy'de he by the sword? Sword? No alas, No sword durst byte vpon his noble flesh, Nor bullet raze his skinne: he whom War feared, The Cannon spar'd, no steele durst venture on. No Duke, 'twas thy vnkinde ingratitude Hath slaine braue Sforsa. Speake the cause? I shall: This Citty seaz'd, his purpose was the spoyle To giue his Souldiers; but when his seal'd Commission He had vnript, and saw expresse command, To deale no farther then to victory, And that his great Authority was curb'd, And giuen to others, that respect their profit More then the worth of souldiers: euen for griefe, That he could neither furnish vs with pay Which was kept back, nor guerdon vs with spoile, What was about him he distributed, Euen to the best deseruers, as his garments, His Armes, and Tent, then some few words spake, And so opprest with griefe, his great heart brake. There's one gone then. Attend for thy reward, So leaue vs. Pray on whom shall I attend? VVho is't must pay me? I sir. You sir? tell me, VVill it not cost me more the waiting for, Then the summe comes to when it is receiu'd? I doe but aske the question. You are a bold And saucy souldier. You are a cunning slaue, And cowardly Courtier.