Suckling, John · published 1638 · first performed or written 1637 (Annals) not in BritDrama unassigned nearest T46 Swords, quarrels and valour · 501 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T46: rapier, sword, fight, gentlemen, gentleman, kicked, kill, dagger, signor, valour.
Not the next I assure you, he 's galloped away, as if all the spurs i'th' field were in his sides. Why there's it: the jade's in the fashion too. Now h'as done me an injury, he will not come near me. Well when I hunt next, may it be upon a starved cow, without a saddle too. And may I fall into a saw-pit, and not be taken up, but with suspicion of having been private, with mine own beast there. Now I better consider on't too, Gentlemen, 'tis but the same thing we do at Court; here's every man striving who shall be foremost, and hotly pursuing of what he seldom overtakes, or if he does, it's no great matter. He that's best horsed (that is best friended) gets in soon, and then all he has to do is to laugh at those that are behind. Shall we help you my Lord?— Prithee do— stay! To be in view, is to be in favour, is it not? Right, and he that has a strong faction against him, hunts upon a cold sent, and may in time come to a loss. Here's one rides two miles about, while another leaps a ditch and is in before him. Where note the indirect way's the nearest. Good again— And here's another puts on, and falls into a quagmire, (that is) follows the Court till he has spent all (for your Court quagmire is want of money) there a man is sure to stick, and then not one helps him out, if they do not laugh at him. What think you of him, that hunts after my rate and never sees the Dear? Why he is like some young fellow, that follows the Court, and never sees the King. To spur a horse till he is tired, is To importune a friend till he be weary of you. For then upon the first occasion y'are thrown off, as I was now. This is nothing to the catching of your horse Orsames. Thou sayst true, I think he is no transmigrated Philosopher, and therefore not likely to be taken with morals. Gentlemen— your help, the next I hope will be yours, and then 'twill be my turn.— Fear not my Deer, if when Love's diet was bare looks and those stolen too, he yet did thrive! what then will he do now? when every night will be a feast, and every day fresh revelry. Will he not surfeit, when he once shall come to grosser fare (my Lord) and so grow sick, and Love once sick, how quickly will it die? Ours cannot; 'tis as immortal as the things that elemented it, which were our souls: nor can they ere impair in health, for what these holy rites do warrant us to do, more than our bodies would for quenching thirst. Come let's to horse, we shall be missed, for we are envies mark, and Court eyes carry far. Your prayers and silence Sir:—
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Not the next I assure you, gallop't away, as if all the spurs i'th' field were in his sides. Why there's it: the jade's in the fashion too. Now h'as done me an injurie, he will not come neere me. Well when I hunt next, may it be upon a starv'd cow, without a saddle too. And may I fall into a saw-pit, and not be taken up, but with suspition of having beene private, with mine owne beast there. Now I better consider on't too, Gentlemen, 'tis but the same thing we doe at Court; here's everie man striving who shall be formost, and hotly pursuing of what he seldome overtakes, or if he does, it's no great matter. He that's best hors'd (that is best friended) gets in soonest, and then all hee has to doe is to laugh at those that are behind. Shall we help you my Lord?— Prithee doe—stay! To be in view, is to be in favour, is it not? Right, and he that has a strong faction against him, hunts upon a cold sent, and may in time come to a losse. Here's one rides two miles about, while another leapes a ditch and is in before him. Where note the indirect way's the nearest. Good againe— And here's another puts on, and fals into a quagmire, (that is) followes the Court till he has spent all (for your Court quagmire is want of money) there a man is sure to stick, and then not one helps him out, if they doe not laugh at him. What thinke you of him, that hunts after my rate and never sees the Deere? Why hee is like some young fellow, that followes the Court, and never sees the King. To spurre a horse till he is tir'd, is To importune a friend till he be wearie of you. For then upon the first occasion y'are throwne off, as I was now. This is nothing to the catching of your horse Orsames. Thou say'st true, I thinke he is no transmigrated Philosopher, and therefore not likely to be taken with moralls. Gentlemen—your help, the next I hope will bee yours, and then 'twill bee my urne.— Feare not my Deare, if when Loves diet was bare lookes and those stolne too, he yet did thrive! what then will he doe now? when everie night will be a feast, and everie day fresh revelrie. Will he not surfet, when he once shall come to grosser fare (my Lord) and so grow sicke, and Love once sicke, how quickly will it dye? Ours cannot; 'tis as immortall as the things that elemented it, which were our soules: nor can they ere impaire in health, for what these holy rites doe warrant us to doe, more than our bodies would for quenching thirst. Come let's to horse, we shall be mist, for we are envies marke, and Court eyes carrie farre. Your prayers and silence Sir:—