Rowley, William · published 1638 · first performed or written 1608 [1607-1609] (Annals) romance · Prince Charles's Men (first) · Red Bull unassigned nearest T14 Royal love, favour and dynastic relation · 499 words
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Let them be guarded unto Verolome, where first they shall Behold the dreadful sufferings of revolted Albon, As you look on, and see his tortures please, follow destruction. Come constant friend, now comes the wished day, The path to bliss is through a thorny way. One out of my house my Lord? I am the PRINCE's Shoemaker, Will not that excuse me? My Commission's strict, let me see your household. I know not which to part with believe me sir, But you shall see them all, Ralph, Barnaby, Crispinus, Crispianus, appear my boys? Look, here's most of my store. The worst of these will serve; but here's not all. Barnaby, where's Barnaby? That knave will still be backward: why Barnaby. Oh, oh, oh. Why how now Barnaby, what fallen sick o'th' sudden Bar? Oh Master, I have such a singing in my head, my toes are Cramped too. What from head to foot already, where lies thy pain? Here, here about my heart Mr. I have an Issue here too, Oh Master, if you did but feel what a breath comes out, You would stop your nose in't. Come, come, you are a lazy knave, you must be pressed for a Soldier Oh dame, I'll confess and be hanged rather than I'll be pressed. The Drums and Trumpets will revive thee man. Alas, if I hear any noise I'm a dead man. Ralph, what sayst thou, wilt thou serve the King? I cannot serve a better Mr. if the King does entertain me, I'll do him the best service that I can. I beseech you sir let me excuse the rest: I have a mind To meet a foe i'th' field, methinks I could perform Some worthy act, that at my back return, You should be proud to say my Servant did it. Ye, sayst thou so boy? I like thy forwardness, But I'd be loath to lose thee yet. Alas man the boys young, his tender limbs are scarce Well jointed yet, let Ralph, or Barnaby, undertake that task, 'Tis sitter for either. Oh a little aqua-compositor: good dame, I have a quaking Ague come upon me. A fever lurden have you not? you lazy knave you, Wilt thou let a boy out dare thee? Good dame persuade him not against his heart, such brave designs As Soldiers undergo, should not be forced, but free and voluntary. A Coward in a Camp more spoils an Army by faint example of his frozen blood, than a full Squadron of the daring'st foes surprisingst advantage. A forward spirit, Such a fair promise cannot want performance: Thou shalt be my choice; accept thy press-money, and for the hopes That I expect from thee, thy Rank shall not be common. Alack, alack, the Boy is forward, but far unable; Sir pray spare him and take either of these. Oh, I have a stitch in my Elbow here; a little Parmacadius. A false stitch I warrant thee, the Wars will pick it out.
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Let them be garded unto Verolome, where first they shall Behold the dreadfull sufferings of revolted Albon, As you looke on, and see his tortures please, follow destruction. Come constant friend, now comes the wished day, The path to blisse is through a thorny way. One out of my house my Lord? I am the Princes Shoo-maker, Will not that excuse me? My Commission's strict, let me see your house-hold. I know not which to part with beleeve me sir, But you shall see them all, Ralph, Barnaby, Crispinus, Crispianus, appeare my boyes? Looke, here's most of my store. The worst of these will serve; but here's not all. Barnaby, where's Barnaby? That knave will still be backward: why Barnaby. Oh, oh, oh. Why how now Barnaby, what falne sicke o'th' sudden Ba ? Oh Master, I have such a singing in my head, my toes are Crampt too. What from head to foot already, where lyes thy paine? Here, here about my heart Mr. I have an Issue here too, Oh Master, if you did but feele what a breath comes out, You would stop your nose in't. Come, come, you are a lazy knave, you must be prt for a Sould Oh dame, Ile confesse and be hang'd rather then Ile bee prest. The Drums and Trumpets will revive thee man. Alas, if I heare any noise I'me a dead man. Ralph, what sayst thou, wilt thou serve the King? I cannot serve a better Mr. if the King does entertaine me, Ile doe him the best service that I can. I beseech you sir let me excuse the rest: I have a mind To meet a foe i'th field, meethinks I could performe Some worthy act, that at my backe returne, You should be proud to say my Servant did it. Yee, saist thou so boy? I like thy forwardnesse, But I'de be loath to leese thee yet. Alas man the boyes yong, his tender limbes are scarce Well joynted yet, let Ralph, or Barnaby, undertake that taske, 'Tis sitter for either. Oh a little aqua-composita: good dame, I have a quaking Ague come upon me. A feaver lurden have you not? you lazy knave you, Wilt thou let a boy out dare thee? Good dame perswade him not against his heart, such brave designes As Souldiers undergoe, should not be forc'd, but free and voluntary. A Coward in a Campe more spoyles an Army by faint example of his frozen blood, than a full Squadron of the daring'st foes Surprizing t advantage. A forward spirit, Such a faire promise cannot want performance: Thou shalt be my choise; accept thy presse-money, and for the hopes That I expect from thee, thy Ranke shall not be common. Alack, alack, the Boy is forward, but farre unable; Sir pray spare him and take either of these. Oh, I have a stitch in my Elbow here; a little Parmacadis. A false stitch I warrant thee, the Warres will pick it out.