Rawlins, Thomas · published 1640 · first performed or written 1638 [1637-1639] (Annals) tragedy · King's Revels Company T10 England and France: war, embassy and pea typicality 0.80 · 491 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T10: france, french, england, king, lord, english, edward, talbot, peace, lords.
HEll take their spacious throats, we shall ere long Be pointed as a prodige; Antonio is the man they load with praise, And west and as a cipher to advance Him by a number higher. Now Machvile plot his ruin, It is not to be borne; are not you our Masters substitute? then why should he Usurp a privilege without your loave, To preach unto the people a Doctrine They ought not hear: He incites 'em not to obey your charge, Unless it be to knit a friendly league With the opposing French; laying before 'em A troop of feigned dangers will ensue, If we do bid 'em battle. Dares he do this? 'Tis done already; Smother your anger and you shall see, here At the Counsel board he'll break into a Passion;— which I'll provoke him to.— Never more need, my worthy partners, in The dangerous brunts of Iron war, had we Of Counsel: the hot rained French, led by that Haughty Moore, (upon whose sword sits Victory enthroned) daily increase; And like the Army of another Xerxes, Make the o'er burdened earth groan at their weight. We cannot long hold out; nor have we hope Our Royal Master can raise up their Siege ere we be forced to yield: My Lord your counsel 'tis a desperate grief. And must my Lord find undelayed release? Noble Commanders since that wars grim god, After our sacrifice of many lives, Neglects our offerings, and repays our service With loss; 'tis good to deal with policy. He's no true Soldier that deals needless blows With the endangering of his life; and may Walk in a shade of safety, yet o'erthrow His towering enemy. Great Alexander made the then known world Slave to his powerful will, more by the help Of politic wit, Than by the ruff compulsion of the sword. Troy that endured the Grecians ten years' Siege, By policy was fired, and became Like to a lofty Beacon all on flame. Hum. hum. Suppose the French be marked for conquerors: Stars have been crossed, when at a natural birth They dart prodigious beams; their influence Like to the flame of a new lighted Tapor, Has with the breath of policy been blown Out, even to nothing. Hum. hum. This has been studied. He's almost out. Good, But to the matter; Your counsel. 'Tis this my Lord; That straight before the French have pitched their Tents, Or raised a work before our City walls; As yet their ships have not o'er spread the sea, We send a Regiment that they with speed Land on the Marshes, and begird their backs, Whilst we open our Gates, and with astrong assault Force 'em retreat into the arches of death So the revengeful earth shall be their tomb, That did ere while trample her teeming womb. Machvile speaks Oracle; What says Antonio? Nothing. How? Nothing. It takes: revenge, I hug thee; young Lord thou' art lost.
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HEll take their spacious throates, we shall e're long Be pointed as a prodige; Antonio is the man they loade with praise, And west and as a Cypher to advance Him by a number higher▪ Now Machvile plot his ruine, It is not to be borne; are not you our Masters subsitude? then why should he Usurpe a priviledge without your loave, To preach unto the people a Doctrine They ought not heare: He incites 'em not to obey your charge, Unlesse it be to knit a friendly league With the opposing French; laying before 'em A troope of fained dangers will insue, If we doe bid 'em battle. Dares he doe this? 'Tis done already; Smother your anger and you shall see, here At the Counsell boarde he'le breake into a Passion;—which ile provoke him to.— Never more neede, my worthy partners, in The dangerous brunts of Iron warre, had we Of Counsell: the hot rain'd French, led by that Haughty Moore, (upon whose sword sits Victory inthron'd) daily increase; And like the Army of another Xerxes, Make the o're burthen'd earth groane at their weight. We cannot long hold out; nor have we hope Our Royall Master can raise up their Seige E're we beforc't to yeeld: My Lord your counsell 'tis a desperate griefe. And must my Lord finde undelaid release? Noble Commanders since that warres grim god, After our sacrifice of many lives, Neglects our offerings, and repayes our service With losse; 'tis good to deale with policy. He's no true Souldier that deales needlesse blowes With the indangering of his life; and may Walke in a shade of safety, yet o'rethrow His towering enemy. Great Alexander made the then knowne world Slave to his powerfull will, more by the helpe Of polliticke wit, Than by the ruffe compultion of the sword. Troy that indur'd the Grecians ten years Siege, By pollicy was fir'd, and became Like to a lofty Beacon all on flame. Hum, hum. Suppose the French be markt for conquerers: Starrs have bin crost, when at a naturall birth They dart prodigious beames; their influence Like to the flame of a new lighted Tapor, Has with the breath of pollicy bin blowne Out, even to nothing. Hum, hum. This has bin studied. He's almost out. Good, But to the matter; Your counsell. 'Tis this my Lord; That straight before the French have pitcht their Tents, Or rais'd a worke before our City walls; As yet their ships have not o're spread the sea, We send a Regiment that they with speed Land on the Marshes, and begirt their backes, Whilst we open our Gates, and with astrong assault Force 'em retreat into the arches of death So the revengefull earth shall be their tombe, That did ere while trample her teeming wombe. Machvile speakes Oracle; What sayes Antonio? Nothing. How? Nothing. It takes: revenge, I hugge thee; yong Lord thou' art loft.