Rawlins, Thomas · published 1640 · first performed or written 1638 [1637-1639] (Annals) tragedy · King's Revels Company unassigned nearest T50 Fleets, armies and generals: war by sea · 494 words
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Speak, Antonio your counsel. Nothing. How? So; And could my wish obtain a sudden grant From you Tribunal, I would crave, my senses Might be all steeped in Lethe, to forget What Machvile has spoken. Ha, it takes unto my wish. Why Antonio? Because you speak Not like a man, that were possessed with a Mere soldiers' heart; much less a soul guarded With subtle sinews: O madness, can there be In nature such a prodigy so senseless, So much to be wondered at, As can applaud or lend a willing ear To that my blushes do betray I've been Tardy to hear? your childish policy. Antonio you're too bold; this usurped liberty To abuse a man of so much merit, is not Seemly in you: nay I'll term it sauciness. Nay then my Lord, I claim the privilege Of a counsellor, and will object. This my Prophetic fears, whispered my heart: When from a watch Tower I beheld the French Erect their spears; which like a mighty Grove Denied my eyes any other object: The tops showed by a stolen reflection from The Sun like Diamonds, or as the glorious Guilder of the day, should deign a lower visit, Than my warm blood; that used to play like Summer, felt a change; Gray-bearded winter Froze my very soul, till I became Like the Pyrenian Hills, rapt in a robe of Ice: My Attic fears froze me into a statue. Cowardly Antonio. I have lost my faith, And can behold him now without a wonder. Antonio, you're too long and wrack our patience; Your counsel? I feared, but what? not our proud enemies, No, did they burden all our Spanish world: And I, poor I; only survived to threat defiance In the monsieurs teeth, and stand Defendant For my country's cause; naked, unarmed. I'd through their bragging Host, and pay my life A Sacrifice to death, for my loved country's safety. Fulgentio thou hast not lost Thy faith? Noah, i'm reformed he's valiant. Antonio your counsel. I your counsel. Our foes increase to an unreckoned number: We less than nothing, since we have no hope To arrive a number, that may cope with Half their Army. 'Tis my counsel we strike a league: 'Tis wisdom to sue peace, where powerful Fate Threatens a ruin: left repent too late. 'Tis godlike Counsel. And becomes the tongue of young Antonio. Antonio let me tell you, you have lost Your valiant heart; I can with safety now Term you a Coward. Ha. Nay more, Since by your Oratory, you strive To rob your Country of a glorious conquest; That may to after times beget a fear, Even with the thought should awe the trembling World: you are a Traitor. Ha my Lord, Coward and Traitor, 'tis a damned lie, And in the heart of him dares say't again I'll write his error. 'Tis as I would have't. Noble Antonio. Brave spirited Lord. The mirror of a Soldier.
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Speake, Antonio your counsell. Nothing. How? So; And could my wish obtaine a sudden grant From you Tribunall, I would crave, my sences Might be all steept in Lethe, to forget What Machvile has spoken. Ha, it takes unto my wish. Why Antonio? Because you speake Not like a man, that were possest with a Meere Souldiers heart; much lesse a soule guarded With subtle sinewes: O madnesse, can there be In nature such a prodegie so sencelesse, So much to be wondred at, As can applaud or lend a willing eare To that my blushes doe betray I've bin Tardy to heare? your childish pollicy. Antonio you're too bold; this usurpt liberty To abuse a man of so much merit, is not Seemely in you: nay Ile terme it sawcinesse. Nay then my Lord, I claime the priviledge Of a Counseller, and will object. This my Propheticke feares, whisper'd my heart: When from a watch Tower I beheld the French Erect their speares; which like a migthy Grove Denied my eyes any other object: The tops showd by a stolen reflection from The Sun like Diamonds, or as the glorious Guilder of the day, should daine a lower visit, Then my warme blood; that us'd to play like Summer, felt a change; Gray-bearded winter Froze my very soule, till I became Like the Pyrenian Hills, rapt in a roabe of Ice: My Atticke feares froze me into a statue. Cowardly Antonio. I have lost my faith, And can behold him now without a wonder. Antonio, y'are too long and wracke our patience; Your counsell? I fear'd, but what? not our proud enimies, No, did they burthen all our Spanish world: And I, poore I; onely surviv'd to threat defiance In the Mounsiers teeth, and stand Defendant For my Countries cause; naked, unarm'd. I'de through their bragging Host, and pay my life A Sacrifice to death, for my lov'd Countries safety. Fulgentio thou hast not lost Thy faith? Noe, i'me reformed he's valiant. Antonio your counsell. I your counsell. Our foes increase to an unreckon'd number: We lesse then nothing, since we have no hope To arrive a number, that may cope with Halfe their Army. 'Tis my counsell we strike a league: 'Tis wisedome to sue peace, where powerfull Fate Threatens a ruine: leaft repent too late. 'Tis god-like Counsell. And becomes the tounge of yong Antonio. Antonio let me tell you, you have lost Your valiant heart; I can with safety now Terme you a Coward. Ha. Nay more, Since by your Oratory, you strive To rob your Country of a glorious conquest; That may to after times beget a feare, Even with the thought should awe the trembling World: you are a Traytor. Ha my Lord, Coward and Traytor, tis a damned lye, And in the heart of him dares say't againe Ile write his errour. 'Tis as I wou'd hav't. Noble Antonio. Brave spirited Lord. The mirrour of a Soldier.