Fletcher, John / Massinger, Philip · published 1637 · first performed or written 1625(?) (Annals) comedy · King's Men · Blackfriars unassigned nearest T46 Swords, quarrels and valour · 491 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T46: rapier, sword, fight, gentlemen, gentleman, kicked, kill, dagger, signor, valour.
I have o'erslept myself, And lost part of the morn, but I'll recover it: Before I went to bed, I wrote some notes Within my Table-book, which I will now consider. Ha! What means this? What do I with a sword? learned Mercurie needs not th' aid of Mars, and innocence Is to itself a guard, yet since arms ever Protect arts, I may justly wear and use it, For since 't was made my prize, I know not how I'm grown in love with't, and cannot eat nor study, And much less walk without it: but I trifle, Matters of more weight ask my judgement. Now Sir, Treat of no other Theme, I'll keep you to it, And see y'expound it well. Eustace! The same Sir, Your younger brother, who as duty binds him, Hath all this night (turned out of doors) attended, To bid good morrow t'ye. This not in scorn, Commands me to return it, Would you ought else? O much, Sir, here I end not, but begin; I must speak to you in another strain, Than yet I ever used, and if the language Appear in the delivery rough and harsh, You (being my Tutor) must condemn yourself, From whom I learned it. When I understand (Be't in what style you please) what's your demand, I shall endeavour in the self same phrase To make an answer to the point. I come not To lay claim to your birthright, 'tis your own, And 'tis fit you enjoy it, nor ask I from you Your learning and deep knowledge; (though I am not A Scholar as you are) I know them Diamonds By your sole industry, patience and labour Forced from steep rocks and with much toil attended, And but to few, that prize their value granted, And therefore without rival freely wear them. These not repined at (as you seem t'inform me) The motion must be of a strange condition, If I refuse to yield to't, therefore Eustace, Without this tempest in your looks propound it, And fear not a denial. I require then, (As from an enemy and not a brother) The reputation of a man, the honour, Not by a fair war won when I was waking, But in my sleep of folly ravished from me, With these, the restitution of my sword, With large acknowledgement of satisfaction, My Coach, my Horses, I will part with life, Ere lose one hair of them, and what concludes all, My Mistress Angellina, as she was Before the musical Magic of thy tongue Enchanted and seduced her. These performed, And with submission, and done publicly At my Fathers and my Uncle's intercession, (That I put in too) I perhaps may listen To terms of reconcilement; but if these In every circumstance are not subscribed to, To th' last gasp I defy thee. These are strict Conditions to a brother. My rest is up, Nor will I give less.
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I have oreslept my selfe, And lost part of the morne, but Ile recover it: Before I went to bed, I wrote some notes Within my Table-booke, which I will now consider. Ha! What meanes this? What doe I with a sword? Learn'd Mercurie needs not th' aide of Mars, and innocence Is to it selfe a guard, yet since armes ever Protect arts, I may justly weare and use it, For since 't was made my prize, I know not how I'me growne in love with't, and cannot eate nor study, And much lesse walke without it: but I trifle, Matters of more weight aske my judgement. Now Sir, Treate of no other Theme, Ile keepe you to it, And see y'expound it well. Eustace! The same Sir, Your younger brother, who as duty bindes him, Hath all this night (turn'd out of doores) attended, To bid good morrow t'ye. This not in scorne, Commands me to returne it, Would you ought else? O much, Sir, here I end not, but beginne; I must speake to you in another straine, Than yet I ever us'd, and if the language Appeare in the delivery rough and harsh, You (being my Tutor) must condemne your selfe, From whom I learn'd it. When I understand (Bee't in what stile you please) what's your demand, I shall endeavour in the selfe same phrase To make an answer to the point. I come not To lay claime to your birthright, 'tis your owne, And 'tis fit you enjoy it, nor aske I from you Your learning and deepe knowledge; (though I am not A Scholar as you are) I know them Diamonds By your sole industry, patience and labour Forc'd from steepe rockes and with much toile attended, And but to few, that prize their value granted, And therefore without rivall freely weare them. These not repin'd at (as you seeme t'enforme me) The motion must be of a strange condition, If I refuse to yeeld to't, therefore Eustace, Without this tempest in your lookes propound it, And feare not a deniall. I require then, (As from an enemy and not a brother) The reputation of a man, the honour, Not by a faire warre wonne when I was waking, But in my sleepe of folly ravish'd from me, With these, the restitution of my sword, With large acknowledgement of satisfaction, My Coach, my Horses, I will part with life, Ere lose one haire of them, and what concludes all, My Mistresse Angellina, as she was Before the musicall Magicke of thy tongue Inchanted and seduc'd her. These perform'd, And with submission, and done publiquely At my Fathers and my Uncles intercession, (That I put in too) I perhaps may listen To tearmes of reconcilement; but if these In every circumstance are not subscrib'd to, To th' last gaspe I defie thee. These are strict Conditions to a brother. My rest is up, Nor will I give lesse.