Nabbes, Thomas · published 1640 · first performed or written 1640 (Annals) not in BritDrama · Unacted unassigned nearest T50 Fleets, armies and generals: war by sea · 503 words
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Here's the noble Conqueror. Welcome again into our bosom Soldier. we'd have you now leave action, and apply Your ready will to entertain and manage The honours we intend you, as rewards Due to your valour and success: you have Settled our peace at home by the subversion Of all our neighbouring enemies, and now 'Tis fit you share a full proportion Of all you laboured for, that we in ease And softness might securely please our senses; And know no sufferings more than what are incident To every prince, our cares: those lessoned too By our grave Counsels industry. I wish You would move something from your own desires, That granted might be valued by yourself: We should be free. Ambition never touched me. If I have done an act hath gained allowance In popular opinion, let not flattery Court it with too much praise. These ought to share; And every common soldier well as I: I but directed what they executed. Let your rewards sir, smile upon their wants, For sure our victory brought much more honour Than profit home: nor could I think it less Than tyranny to slave men being conquered, And force them buy their liberty; though in policy And custom 'tis allowed both safe and honourable. Cherish their valour sir, and the example Will (when your need requires it) arm the hearts Of others with like forwardness. we give The spoils to be distributed, and pension To every soldier; and unto thyself— I know not what: considerate judgements must. Allow the gift a worth before I offer it. Embrace you two whilst I embrace ye both. Why doth my Spurio frown upon his brother? Can his clear soul give entertainment to Neglect or envy? such a glorious pair To suffer an Eclipse. Your victory And person both are welcome. Both must serve you. Dear valiant Notho, now you have put off The rough abiliments of War, pray wear These ornaments for my sake. They are favours. An Eastern Monarch might be proud of Madam: A Mine could not have made your servant richer In's own esteem. Trust me the Soldier speaks Excellent Courtship Ladies. Those rich jewels Will be yours shortly; and I would advise you Not to refuse them upon any terms When they are offered. Your deserts require Some due acknowledgement. These Madam are Bounties above them. Do not you my Lord Conceive strange joys, to see so fair an issue Make your age happy? 'Tis a happiness For which I owe Heaven thanks. What think you Captain? You seldom found such spoils in a pied Knapsack. Do you know how to use them? Not as you do, Like Children; play with them. You'll pawn them rather? That I believe you use. we'll have some revels, 'Tis fit that Soldiers sometimes should have rest, And taste the Courts delights. You'll find there's difference Betwixt a Courtier and a Soldier Captain. There's much. How much? As much as is betwixt A good sword and a Fiddlestick.
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Here's the noble Conquerour. Welcome agen into our bosome Souldier. Wee'd have you now leave action, and apply Your ready will to entertaine and manage The honours we intend you, as rewards Due to your valour and successe: you have Setled our peace at home by the subversion Of all our neighbouring enemies, and now 'Tis fit you share a full proportion Of all you labour'd for, that we in ease And softnesse might securely please our senses; And know no sufferings more then what are incident To every prince, our cares: those lesson'd too By our grave Counsailes industry. I wish You would move something from your owne desires, That granted might be valewed by your selfe: We should bee free. Ambition never toucht me. If I have done an act hath gain'd allowance In popular opinion, let not flattery Court it with too much praife. These ought to share; And every common souldier well as I: I but directed what they executed. Let your rewards sir, smile upon their wants, For sure our victory brought much more honour Then profit home: nor could I thinke it lesse Than tyranny to slave men being conquer'd, And force them buy their liberty; though in pollicy And custome 'tis allow'd both safe and honourable. Cherish their valour sir, and the example Will (when your need requires it) arme the hearts Of others with like forwardnesse. Wee give The spoiles to be distributed, and pension To every souldier; and unto thy selfe— I know not what: considerate judgements must. Allow the gift a worth before I offer it. Embrace you two whilst I embrace yee both. Why doth my Spurio frowne upon his brother? Can his cleare soule give entertainment to Neglect or envy? such a glorious paire To suffer an Ecclipse. Your victory And person both are welcome. Both must serve you. Deare valiant Notho, now you have put off The rough abilliments of War, pray' weare These ornaments for my sake. They are favours. An Easterne Monarch might be proud of Madam: A Mine could not have made your servant richer▪ In's owne esteeme. Trust me the Souldier speakes Excellent Court-ship Ladies. Those rich jewells Will be yours shortly; and I would advise you Not to refuse them upon any tearmes When they are offer'd. Your deserts require Some due acknowledgement. These Madam are Bounties above them. Doe not you my Lord Conceive strange joyes, to see so faire an issue▪ Make your age happy? 'Tis a happinesse▪ For which I owe Heaven thankes. What thinke you Captaine? You seldome found such spoiles in a py'd Knap-sack. Doe you know how to use them? Not as you doe, Like Children; play with them. You'l pawne them rather? That I beleeve you use. Wee'l have some revells, 'Tis fit that Souldiers sometimes should have rest, And tast the Courts delights. You'l find there's difference Betwixt a Courtier and a Souldier Captaine. There's much. How much? As much as is betwixt A good sword and a Fiddle-sticke.