Cartwright, William · published 1639 · first performed or written 1636 [Aug 30] (Annals) tragicomedy · King's Men · before the Court unassigned nearest T17 Eastern conquest: Persians, Turks and so · 500 words
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Good faith, we may be all taken for an Hospital broke loose. And we have wood enough among us to—. As I hope for Mercy Cratander.— by the ball of Fortune here he comes: Soul of my life what shall we do? Not a sword, not a knife among us! all left behind us in the wood! that we should be all manacled now, out of a most unluckily Policy! We shall never have him alone again: make toward him and be hanged, that he may resolve the Question howe'er. bless thy senses and thy limbs, fair Master: do a courtesy to a company of poor distressed Persians; 'tis not money we ask, nor clothes; only thy Judgement, thy Judgement, man of Understanding. What's your request? That out of thy great Wisdom, soul of Learning, Thou'dst be pleased to tell us freely, which of us four is fittest to make a Persian Priest. I am not well skilled in your Persian Rites, I know not what Man, or how qualified Your Temple may admit of, but I have Two or three Servants within call here, they Shall umpire this your variance. Ho! Sisarmes, Ho! Artobazes, draw nigh quickly; seize These four pernicious Rascals: did you think You could lie hid? 'tis not your leg good Stratocles, Nor your close arm Leocrates, that can Disguise you from mine eye. I can tell you Who drank my death, who were your grand Abettors. In this design. You now would know who's fittest To make a Persian Priest: Malicious fools, Is it not all one as to ask me, who Is fitt'st to Sacrifice me? But you see I live, and will do, to your Punishment. Go, away with 'em; take them as they are. Let 'em not alter either Clothes, or Posture, But lead 'em through the City thus to Molops; And give him charge to keep 'em so, until He hear our farther Pleasure. Come along, Gentlemen, we'll try your stumps, How many miles a day you can halt. Sirrah, be civil, or else before Iove I'll pull off my wooden leg, and break your Pate with it, though I die for it. we're like to have an honest Court of 't shortly. You speak my Lord, as if 'twere not so now. 'tis honest now, and shortly will not have The Power to be otherwise. Why Hydarnes? There's not a woman left man; all are vanished, And fled upon the sudden. What? I hope They have not changed their Sex all in a minute? They are not leapt into rough chins, and Tulipants? There's scarce a face without a beard appears. A sign there are few Eunuchs in the Palace. My Lords, This is not to discover what's become of 'em. They've taken weapons with 'em too they say. They have no Sacrifice to perform, that I Can tell of, neither if they had, would they Take arms, that were t'invade the Deity. The Sword's no Instrument of their Devotion.
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Good faith, we may be all taken for an Hospitall broke loose. And we have wood enough among us to—. As I hope for Mercy Cratander.—by the ball of Fortune here hee comes: Soule of my life what shall we doe? Not a sword, not a knife among us! all left behind us in the wood! that we should be all manicled now, out of a most unluckly Policy! We shall never have him alone againe▪ make toward him and be hang'd, that hee may resolve the Question howe're. BLesse thy senses and thy limbes, faire Master: doe a courtesie to a company of poore distressed Persians; 'tis not mony we aske, nor cloaths; only thy Judgement, thy Judgement▪ man of Understanding. What's your request? That out of thy great Wisdome, soule of Learning, Thou'd'st be pleasd to tell us freely, which of us foure is fittest to make a Persian Priest. I am not well skill'd in your Persian Rites, I know not what Man, or how qualify'd Your Temple may admit of, but I have Two or three Servants within call here, they Shall umpire this your variance. Ho! Sisarmes, Ho! Artobazes, draw nigh quickly; seize These foure pernitious Raskalls: did you thinke You could ly hid? 'tis not your leg good Stratocles, Nor your close arme Leocrates, that can Disguise you from mine eye. I can tell you Who dranke my death, who were your grand Abettors. In this designe. You now would know who's fittest To make a Persian Priest: Malitious fooles, Is it not all one as to aske me, who Is fitt'st to Sacrifice me? But you see I live, and will doe, to your Punishment. Goe, away with 'em; take them as they are. Let 'em not alter either Cloaths, or Posture, But lead 'em through the City thus to Molops; And give him charge to keepe 'em so, untill He heare our farther Pleasure. Come along, Gentlemen, wee'le try your stumps, How many miles a day you can halt▪ Sirrah, be civill, or else before Iove I'le pull off my wooden leg, and break your Pate with it, though I dy for it. WEe're like to have an honest Court of▪t shortly▪ You speak my Lord, as if'twere not so now▪ Tis honest now, and shortly will not have The Pow'r to be otherwise. Why Hydarnes? There's not a woman left man; all are vanish'd▪ And fled upon the sudden. What? I hope They have not chang'd their Sexe all in a minute? They are not leap▪d into rough chinnes, and Tulipants▪ There's scarce a face without a beard appeares. A signe there are few Eunuches in the Palace. My Lords, This is not to discover what's become of ▪em. They've taken weapons with ▪em too they say. They have no Sacrifice to performe, that I Can tell of, neither if they had, would they Take armes, that were t'invade the Deity. The Sword's no Instrument of their Devotion.