Rawlins, Thomas · published 1640 · first performed or written 1638 [1637-1639] (Annals) tragedy · King's Revels Company unassigned nearest T46 Swords, quarrels and valour · 492 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T46: rapier, sword, fight, gentlemen, gentleman, kicked, kill, dagger, signor, valour.
Restore back mine— So, go pitch our tent, we'll Have a Combat i'th' field of love, with thee Philippa, ere we meet the foe: thou art A friendly enemy. How say my Lords, Does not my Love appear, Like to the issue of the brain of Iove, Governess of Arms and Arts, Minerva? Or a selected beauty from a troop of Amazons. She is a Mine of valour. Lords spare your praises till like Bradament, The mirror of our Sex, I make the foe. Of France and us, crouch like a whelp, Awed by the heaving of his Master's hand; My heart runs through my arm, and when I deal A blow, it sinks a soul: My sword flies nimbler than the bolts of Iove, And wounds as deep: Spain; thy proud host shall feel Death has bequeathed his office to my steel. Ray. Come on brave Lords, upon your general's word, Philippa loves no parley, like the sword. Come bullies, come; we must forsake the use of nimble shears, and now betake us to our Spanish needles, Stelletto blades, and prove the Proverb lies, lies in his throat: one Tailor can erect sixteen, nay more, of upstart Gentlemen, known by their Clothes, and leave enough materials in hell to damn a broker. We must to the wars my boys. How Master, to the wars? I to the wars Virmine, what sayst thou to that? Nothing, but that I had rather stay home: O the good penny bread at breakfasts that I shall lose! Master, good Master let me alone, to live with honest Iohn, noble John Black. Wilt thou disgrace thy worthy calling, Virmine? No, but I am afraid my calling will disgrace me: I shall be gaping for my morning's loaf, and dram of Ale; I shall; and now and then look for a cabbage leaf, or an odd remnant to clothe my bashful buttocks. You shall. Yes marry; why I hope poor Vermin must be fed, and will be fed, or I'll torment you. Master I take privilege from your love to hearten on my fellows. ay, I; do, do good boy. Come my bold fellows, let us eternize, For our Countries good, some noble act That may by time be Registered at full; And as the year renews, so shall our fame Be fresh to after times: the tailor's name, So much trod under, and the scorn of all Shall by this act be high whilst others fall. Come Vermin, come. Nay if virmine slip from the back of a Tailor, spit him with a Spanish Needle; or torment him in the louse's Engine: your two thumb nails. The City sieged, and thou thus chained In airy fetters of a lady's love; It must not be, stay, 'tis Evadne's love; Her life is with the City ruined, if the French become victorious: Evadne must not die, her Chaster name That once made cold, now doth my blood inflame.
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Restore back mine—So, goe pitch our tent, we'le Have a Combate i'th field of love, with thee Philippa, ere we meet the foe: thou art A friendly enemy. How say my Lords, Does not my Love appeare, Like to the issue of the braine of Iove, Governesse of Armes and Arts, Minerva? Or a selected beauty from a troop of Amazons. She is a Mine of valour. Lords spare your praises till like Bradament, The mirrour of our Sexe, I make the foe. Of France and us, crouch like a whelpe, Aw'd by the heaving of his Masters hand; My heart runnes through my arme, and when I deale A blow, it sinkes a soule: My sword flyes nimbler than the bolts of Iove, And wounds as deepe: Spaine; thy proud host shall feele Death has bequeath'd his office to my steele. Ray. Come on brave Lords, upon your Generalls word, Philippa loves no parley, like the sword. Come bullies, come; wee must forsake the use of nimble sheeres, and now betake us to our Spanish needles, Stelletto blades, and prove the Proverbe lyes, lyes in his throat: one Tayler can erect sixteene, nay more, of upstart Gentlemen, knowne by their Cloathes, and leave enough materialls in hell to damne a broker. We must to the wars my boyes. How Master, to the warres? I to the warres Virmine, what sayst thou to that? Nothing, but that I had rather stay home: O the good penny bread at breakfasts that I shall lose! Master, good Master let me alone, to live with honest Iohn, noble John Blacke. Wilt thou disgrace thy worthy calling, Virmine? No, but I am afraid my calling will disgrace me: I shall be gaping for my mornings loafe, and dramme of Ale; I shall; and now and then look for a Cabbich leafe, or an odde remnant to cloath my bashfull buttocks. You shall. Yes marry; why I hope poore Vermine must bee fed, and will be fed, or Ile torment you. Master I take priviledge from your love to hearten on my fellowes. I, I; doe, doe good boy. Come my bold fellowes, let us eternize, For our Countries good, some noble act That may by time be Regestred at full; And as the yeare renewes, so shall our fame Be fresh to after times: the Taylers name, So much trod under, and the scorne of all Shall by this act be high whilst others fall. Come Vermine, come. Nay if virmine slip from the backe of a Tayler, spit him with a Spanish Needle; or torment him in the louses Engin: your two thumbe nailes. The City seig'd, and thou thus chain'd In ayrie fetters of a Ladies love; It must not be, stay, 'tis Evadne's love; Her life is with the City ruin'd, if the French become victorious: Evadne must not dye, her Chaster name That once made cold, now doth my blood inflame.