Glapthorne, Henry · published 1639 · first performed or written 1634 [1634-1639] [incorrect] (Annals) not in BritDrama · Globe unassigned nearest T50 Fleets, armies and generals: war by sea · 505 words
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This is our latest hope; he writes me word, That the arch-traitor, and his prime confederates, Last night arrived at Egers, and assures me Of their immediate ruin: Well Colossus, You'd best stand firm, unshaken as a rock, Whose feet the fierce waves striving to trip up, Do 'gainst its hard hooves dash themselves to pieces, Or thou wilt fall unpitied, fall to be The scorn of story, the contempt and byword To all posterity; let's in my Lords: This law the Heavens inviolably keep, Their justice well may slumber, but ne'er sleep. The honour you have done us mighty Duke, By this your gracious presence, gives a period To our ambition; Egers is grown proud, Dares with Vienna stand in competition, Which is the capital City, which does hold The true and lawful Caesar. Ferdinand, Had he arrived here in his greatest glory, Could not have been more welcome; while I am Governor of this town, it and my life Are at your service. Noble Gentlemen, You do so load me with new courtesies, I know not first for which to give you thanks, And did a sullen humour not possess My much distempered faculties, my mirth Should speak my gratitude; but on the sudden, I am so overburdened with sad thoughts, I cannot suit my mind (so much oppressed) To jollity. 'Tis our general grief, Ought should disturb your quiet here, when we Were all composed of triumph, for the joy We do conceive for your arrival. My noble Lord of Tertzki, these are the welcomes Full bowls of sprightly Wine that Soldiers use In entertainment; to our general's health, And to his good recovery from his melancholy. Who shall refuse to pledge it with that zeal, He would drink healthful potions, may it be A deadly poison to him: Colonel Gordon. May he die for drought like a Westphalia Pig I'th' dog days, or be choked with eating toasted cheese. My Lord of Kintzki, This to our general's health, and welcome hither. I'm like to faint for thirst, Would 'twould arrive at me once, my mouth Even waters at it. Noble Butler. Marshal Illawe. I shall be last, I see, But if the stoops hold out, 'tis ten to one I'll have my share. Here Colonel Newman. And 'twere the Tun of Heidelberg, I'd drink it Off with as much ease, as a leaguer can In a grim sutlers house of thatch: My Lord, Under your gracious pardon, take me off This lusty rouse to your own health, and after Begin as much to each of ours, and if It do not make you as merry as a Corporal Upon pay day, say I'm no Esculapius, But a mere mountebank in the effects Of sprightly Wine. Kind Gentlemen, my thanks To all of you, and would my disposition Afford me licence, I should not forget The soldiers' ceremony, to begin Each of your happy wishes howsoever I will trench so far on my melancholy, To drink this cup. To all your healths.
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This is our latest hope; he writes me word, That the Arch-traytor, and his prime confederates, Last night arriv'd at Egers,, and assures me Of their immediate ruine: Well Colossus, You'd best stand firme, unshaken as a rocke, Whose feet the fierce waves striving to trip up, Doe 'gainst its hard hoofes dash themselves to pieces, Or thou wilt fall unpittied, fall to be The scorne of story, the contempt and by-word To all posterity; let's in my Lords: This law the Heavens inviolably keepe, Their justice well may slumber, but ne're sleepe. The honour you have done us mighty Duke, By this your gracious presence, gives a period To our ambition; Egers is growne proud, Dares with Vienna stand in competition, Which is the capital City, which does hold The true and lawfull Caesar. Ferdinand, Had he arriv'd here in his greatest glory, Could not have been more welcome; while I am Governour of this towne, it and my life Are at your service. Noble Gentlemen, You do so loade me with new courtesies, I know not first for which to give you thankes, And did a sullen humour not possesse My much distemper'd faculties, my mirth Should speake my gratitude; but on the sudden, I am so overburdned with sad thoughts, I cannot suite my minde (so much opprest) To jollitie. 'Tis our generall griefe, Ought should disturbe your quiet here, when we Were all compos'd of triumph, for the joy We doe conceive for your arrivall. My noble Lord of Tertzki, these are the welcomes Full bowles of sprightly Wine that Souldiers use In entertainment; to our Generals health, And to his good recovery from his melancholy. Who shall refuse to pledge it with that zeale, He would drinke healthfull potions, may it be A deadly poyson to him: Colonell Gordon. May he dye for droughth like a Westphalia Pig I'th' dog dayes, or be choakt with eating tosted cheese. My Lord of Kintzki, This to our Generals health, and welcome hither. I'm like to faint for thirst, Would 'twould arrive at me once, my mouth Even waters at it. Noble Butler. Marshall Illawe. I shall be last, I see, But if the stoopes hold out, 'tis ten to one I'le have my share. Here Colonell Newman. And 'twere the Tun of Heidleberg, I'd drink it Off with as much ease, as a leaguer can In a grim sutlers house of thatch: My Lord, Under your gracious pardon, take me off This lusty rowse to your owne health, and after Begin as much to each of ours, and if It doe not make you as merry as a Corporall Upon pay day, say I'm no Esculapius, But a meere Mountebanke in the effects Of sprightly Wine. Kind Gentlemen, my thankes To all of you, and would my disposition Afford me licence, I should not forget The souldiers ceremonie, to begin Each of your happy wishes howsoever I will trench so farre on my melancholy, To drink this cup. To all your healths.