Rowley, William · published 1638 · first performed or written 1608 [1607-1609] (Annals) romance · Prince Charles's Men (first) · Red Bull unassigned nearest T46 Swords, quarrels and valour · 491 words
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O you are a fine loitering youth, what, lie out of your Master's house! Your pardon once good Dame, I was in no bad company. Who knows that sir? you frighted both your Master & me; We thought you had been pressed for a Soldier, as your Brother is. So now my Dame h'as helped me to an excuse: Why truly Dame that was my fear; I was sane to shroud myself in the Court all night for fear of the press. Nay then 'twas well done Boy, I would not have lost thee too. ay, ay, the flower's plucked, but the weed remains; thy brother that's gone, would not have served me so. Peace good Eve, no more words, the excuse is honest. ay, ay, you'll mar 'em all: but he had better been asleep. Well cousin Hugh, I will do my best to instruct thee: But you must take heed there be no Turkey-cocks in your work. When I understand the English Sir, I'll observe you. Your turkey-cock is as much as to say, Cobble, cobble, cobble; You must take heed of cobbling. Come on good fellow, I'll teach thee a good Trade: A Gentleman, if he want better means, may live well by it; And this I'll promise thee after some term of years to make thee free: Or if thou die, and that's a Christians best I'll see thy bones laid quietly to rest. Advance the Roman Eagle, and command Our armed Legions to troop close, and stand. The Romans are in fight, Drums beat a parley. Death blur their parley, we'll not answer The thunder of their Drums: our Eagle shall not nestle by base Ravens, but to peck out their eyes; our Swords shall answer The Thunder of their Drums, the Roman Caesar holds scorn To parley with such servile Nations, as you the barbarous Vandalls And Goths, poor frozen Snakes, that from the Northern cold Creep to the warmth of the sun's Western fires, Troubling our fertile Lands, and like starved sheep, You spoil the Countries with a line you keep in Regions beggarly. Dioclesian, hear me. What croaks the Raven? Proud Roman this: if here thou longer stay, he'll peck thine Eagles eyes out, make thee a prey To his stern Gripe, whose dismal beak now sings the sudden ruin Of two barbarous Kings. Insulting Tyrant, stop thy scandalous breath, Thy blood shall find us Kings and Soldiers both: We are a swelling Sea, and our own Barks, Not large enough to bound us, are broke forth Like a resistless Torrent to o'erwhelm and drown In blood all Nations that withstand us. Thou seest already Germany is ours; so shall fair France be, At least those parts that lie upon the Rhine, and fertile Burgundy Which if thou grant before the Battles join, We will retire, and league with thee and Rome. Ha, ha, ha; must lions be enforced to league with Wolves.
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O you are a fine loytering youth, what, lye out of your Masters house! Your pardon once good Dame, I was in no bad company. Who knows that sir? you frighted both your Master & me We thought you had beene prest for a Souldier, as your Brother is. So now my Dame h'as helpt me to an excuse: Why truely Dame that was my feare; I was saine to shroud my self in the Court all night for feare of the presse. Nay then 'twas wel done Boy, I wou'd not have lost thee too. I, I, the flower's pluckt, but the weed remaines; thy brother that's gone, would not have serv'd me so. Peace good Eve, no more words, the excuse is honest. I, I, you'le marre 'em all: but he had better beene a sleep. Well Cozen Hugh, I will doe my best to instruct thee: But you must take heed there be no Turky-cocks in your worke. When I understand the English Sir, Ile observe you. Your Turky-cock is as much as to say, Coble, coble, coble; You must take heed of cobling. Come on good fellow, Ile teech thee a good Trade: A Gentleman, if he want better meanes, may live well by it; And this Ile promise thee after some tearme of yeeres to make thee free: Or if thou dye, and that's a Christians best Ile see thy bones laid quietly to rest. Advance the Roman Eagle, and command Our armed Legions to troope close, and stand. The Romans are in fight, Drummes beate a parley. Death blurre their parley, wee'le not answer The thunder of their Drummes: our Eagle shall not nesell by base Ravens, but to peck out their eyes; our Swords shall answer The Thunder of their Drummes, the Roman Caesar holds scorne To parley with such servile Nations, as you the barbarous Vandalls And Goths, poore frozen Snakes, that from the Northerne cold Creepe to the warmth of the Sunnes Westerne fires, Troubling our fertile Lands, and like starv'd sheepe, You spoyle the Countries with a line you keepe in Regions beggerly. Dioclesian, heare me. What croakes the Raven? Proud Roman this: if here thou longer stay, Hee'le peck thine Eagles eyes out, make thee a prey To his sterne Gripe, whose dismall beake now sings the sudden ruine Of two barbarous Kings. Insulting Tyrant, stop thy scandalous breath, Thy blood shall finde us Kings and Souldiers both: We are a swelling Sea, and our owne Barkes, Not large enough to bound us, are broke forth Like a resistlesse Torrent to o'rewhelme and drowne In blood all Nations that withstand us. Thou seest already Germany is ours; so shall faire France be, At least those parts that lye upon the Rhine, and fertile Burgundy Which if thou grant before the Battailes joyne, We will retire, and leage with thee and Rome. Ha, ha, ha; must Lyons be inforc'd to league with Wolves.