Rowley, William · published 1638 · first performed or written 1608 [1607-1609] (Annals) romance · Prince Charles's Men (first) · Red Bull unassigned nearest T10 England and France: war, embassy and pea · 486 words
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we'll hold no dispute with women, away with her: Rochester Castle shall be your palace? you're like to keep A hard House on't. Like the Court thou keep'st. No more words, away with her. My words I'll better spend in Prayers to Heaven, But if I chance to Curse, I'll think on thee: My Royal Plants, Heaven guard from their full gripe, Fall Fate on me, my time and days are ripe. Oh Brother Caesar, in this British calm we'll pass again Over to stormy France, the Gothes, and Vandalls have outpassed The bounds, and o'er the Rhine passed into Burgundy, our work Must be to reverberate, and drive them to Confined Germany, while you persever, with an awful hand, To keep our conquered foes beneath your feet; give not those Frighted Welshman time to breathe: But if again you doubt of what you can, you know your Friend called Dioclessan? Your words are mine if you have need in France, we'll Feast, And bring you to the British shore, then part unto our work. Our Daughter Leodice, we'll leave to keep her court at Canterbury, Rutullus, take it to your charge, to see erected one the Conspicuous promonts of our Land, Beacons, which may stand In ken of other, by whose sudden fires on the least invasion, we may be called to Arms. It shall be done. A careful Policy, be my Tutor to teach me Military Discipline, Fly brazen Oratrix, all lingued fame, And tell at Rome of Maximinus' name: Say Dioclesian too will bring a Crown, To bind thy seven fold Head with high Renown: Say like two Ioves, when our Dread thunder's burled, Our sable Eagle strikes through all the world. Good boys, fine knaves, yerk it home, good ware will away, When bad lies dead on our hands, there's no thrift in that; Spin in a fair thread Sisly, let not my journeymen want, The wars has lamed many of my old Customers, they cannot Go a high loan, bad world for us, but a wet winter, will wear Out shoe-leather, and make amends, we'll cut it out if it do Boys? Your journeymen shall mount then Master, for my foot's in the Stirrup Already, ply your work Mistress, we always bring Your labours to good ends I'll warrant ye. Why Barnaby, thou seest I am at defiance with my work Till it be done, for I am always spitting on my toe. Good wench Sisly, there shall no Corns grow on thy toes For that, thy shoes shall be large enough, Finely shalt thou go, and tread upon neat's Leather. I'll eat the feet if she do Master; Eat my feet goodman knave? Misconstruction Sis, thou mistakes Barnaby, he'll eat neat's feet, none of thine; but Beef shall be thy food boy, As good as the Major of Feversham cuts on's Trencher, And Drink as strong as the Statute affords.
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Weele hold no dispute with women, away with her: Rochester Castle shall be your pallace? you'r like to keepe A hard House on't. Like the Court thou keepst. No more words, away with her. My words Ile better spend in Prayers to Heaven, But if I chance to Curse, Ile thinke on thee: My Royall Plants, Heaven guard from their full gripe, Fall Fate on me, my time and dayes are ripe. Oh Brother Caesar, in this Brittish calme weele pas agen Over to stormy France, the Gothes, and Vandalls have outpast The bounds, and o're the Rhine past into Burgandy, our worke Must be to reverberate, and drive them to Confined Germany, while you persever, with an awfull hand, To keepe our conquer'd foes beneath your feet; give not those Frighted Welch-men time to breath: But if agen you doubt of what you can, you know your Friend cald Dioclessan? Your words are mine if you have need in France, weele Feast, And bring you to the Brittish shore, then part unto our worke. Our Daughter Leodice, weele leave to keep her court at Canterbury, Rutullus, take it to your charge, to see erected one the Conspicuous promonts of our Land, Beacons, which may stand In ken of other, by whose suddaine fiers on the least invasion, we may be cald to Armes. It shall be done. A carefull Policy, bee my Tutor to teach me Military Discipline, Fly Brason Oratrix, all lingued fame, And tell at Rome of Maximinus name: Say Dioclesian too will bring a Crowne, To bind thy seven fold Head with high Renowne: Say like two Ioves, when our Dread Thunders burl'd, Our sable Eagle strikes through all the world. Good boyes, fine knaves, yerke it home, good ware will away, When bad lyes dead on our hands, there's no thrift in that; Spin in a faire thread Sisly, let not my journimen want, The Warres has lam'd many of my old Customers, they cannot Goe a hie lone, bad world for us, but a wet winter, will weare Out Shoo-leather, and make amends, Weele cut it out if it doe Boyes? Your journimen shall mount then Master, for my foots in the Stirrop Already, ply your worke Mistresse, we alwaies bring Your labours to good ends Ile warrant yee. Why Barnaby, thouseest I am at desance with my worke Till it be done, for I am alwaies spitting on my toe. Good wench Sisly, there shall no Cornes grow on thy toes For that, thy shooes shall be large enough, Finely shalt thou goe, and tread upon Neates Leather. Ile eate the feet if she doe Master; Eate my feet goodman knave? Misconstruction Sis, thou mistakes Barnaby, heele eate Neates feet, none of thine; but Beefe shall be thy foode boy, As good as the Major of Feversham cuts on's Trencher, And Drinke as strong as the Statute affords.