The Ladies' Privilege (The Lady's Privilege) · chunk 2 of 31
Glapthorne, Henry · published 1640 · first performed or written 1637 [1637-1640] (Annals) not in BritDrama · before the Court T50 Fleets, armies and generals: war by sea typicality 0.80 · 484 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T50: sea, honour, general, soldiers, men, ship, fight, soldier, king, vittori.
You speak the scope Of my intention, a perfect friend Includes both honour, Country, Family, And all that's dear and holy: such a friend As is my Doria, to whose spacious merit Succession shall pay volumes, who was man Ere in the smooth field of his face, rough age Displayed his hairy Ensign; who has pulled Bright honour's wreath from her triumphant front In battles when the trembling Sea being calm Did crowd and thrust its waves into a storm To part the dreadful fury. The report Of his Land services do stand on terms Of Competition with the multitude Of his Sea Victories. Yet must subscribe To his Naval triumphs: though the Land Has seen him Conqueror, when the bodies slain Buried the ground they died on, which did shake To view itself entombed by them, for whom It was ordained a Sepulchre, the Drums Were to his ears delightful as the Lute: Pikes moving then in Forest, seemed as groves Of lofty Cedars stirred by sportive winds, And when wars Choristers, the whistling Fife, And surly Trumpet sung an army dirge, That fatal music wraps his sprightful sense, Like jovial Hymns at Nuptials. You cannot exceed His praises duty, since his worth contains honour's most several attributes. Signior Frangipan, What riding post on foot, whither in such haste? Very well met gentlemen, I scarce have breath To utter a wise word yet. We do believe you Signior, and are in doubt When you'll have leisure for't. Hear you the news, The General's arrived: farewell, he will not land Till I have had the maidenhead of his hand. 'tis such another parrot, he relates Things by tradition, as dog's bark: his news Still marches in the rear, yet he relates it As confidently, as if each tale he tells, As to be straight inserted as an eight To the seven former wonders— But here comes one Will cut off the fool's Character: renowned General Do us the gracious honour to permit us Salute the hand has saved our Country. Noblest friends, I am more victorious in your early loves, Than in the Turkish Conquest; though I remain A Captive to your kindness, my Vitelli, The solid earth, or a continued Rock, May by some strange eruptions of the wind, Be rent, and so divided; but true friends Are adjuncts most inseparable: I have Still worn thee here Vitelli, as a Jewel Fit for no other Cabinet: gentlemen Your welcome hands methinks we should embrace, So as ships grapple in hot fight, nor part, Till our affectionate fury has discharged Volleys of joyful courtesy. This is fitter ceremony for them Then to embrace an enemy, who will not part On terms so easy; these gentlemen know better To cut a Caper, than a Cable, or board a Pink in the Burdells, than a Pinnace at sea: I marvel my Lord should know such Milksops.
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You speake the scope Of my intention, a perfect friend Includes both honour, Country, Family, And all that's deare and holy: such a friend As is my Doria, to whose spacious merit Succession shall pay volumes, who was man Ere in the smooth field of his face, rough age Displayd his hairy Ensigne; who has puld Bright honours wreath from her triumphant front In battailes when the trembling Sea being calme Did croud and thrust its waves into a storme To part the dreadfull fury. The report Of his Land services do stand on termes Of Competition with the multitude Of his Sea Victories. Yet must subscribe To his Navall triumphs: though the Land Has seene him Conquerour, when the bodies flayne Buried the ground they dy'd on, which did shake To view it selfe entomb'd by them, for whom It was ordain'd a Sepulchre, the Drums Were to his eares delightfull as the Lute: Pikes moving then in Forrest, seem'd as groves Of lofty Cedars stird by sportive winds, And when warres Quiresters, the whistling Fife, And surly Trumpet sung an army dirge, That fatall musicke wraps his sprightfull sence, Like joviall Hymnes at Nuptialls. You cannot exceed His praises duty, since his worth containes Honours most severall attributes. Signior Frangipan, What riding post on foot, whither in such haste? Very well met gentlemen, I scarce have breath To utter a wise word yet. We doe believe you Signior, and are in doubt When you'll have leasure for't. Heare you the newes, The General's arriv'd: farewell, he will not land Till I have had the maiden-head of his hand. Tis such another Parrat, he relates Things by tradition, as dogs barke: his newes Still marches in the reare, yet he relates it As confidently, as if each tale he tells, As to be straight inserted as an eight To the seven former wonders—But here comes one Will cut off the Fooles Character: renowned Generall Doe us the gratious honour to permit us Salute the hand has sav'd our Country. Noblest friends, I am more victorious in your earely loves, Than in the Turkish Conquest; though I remaine A Captive to your kindnesse, my Vitelli, The solid earth, or a continued Rocke, May by some strange eruptions of the wind, Be rent, and so divided; but true friends Are adjuncts most inseparable: I have Still worne thee here Vitelli, as a Jewell Fit for no other Cabinet: gentlemen Your welcome hands me thinks we should embrace, So as ships grapple in hot fight, nor part, Till our affectionate fury has discharg'd Vollies of joyfull courtesie. This is fitter ceremony for them Then to embrace an enemy, who will not part On termes so easie; these gentlemen know better To cut a Caper, than a Cable, or board a Pinck in the Burdells, than a Pinace at sea: I marvaile my Lord should know such Milk-sops.