The Ladies' Privilege (The Lady's Privilege) · chunk 3 of 31
Glapthorne, Henry · published 1640 · first performed or written 1637 [1637-1640] (Annals) not in BritDrama · before the Court unassigned nearest T50 Fleets, armies and generals: war by sea · 503 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T50: sea, honour, general, soldiers, men, ship, fight, soldier, king, vittori.
My Lord, You come t'instruct us Courtship, as you've taught Your foes to fear your valour: you appear As if this were your Nuptial day, on which You were to wed bright triumph; but you can As well Court peace in silks, as raging war In burnished steel, and touch the ravishing strings With as much cunning industry as if Mars could like Orpheus strike the trembling Harp. Signior Adorni welcome home, I hope Y'ave made a richer prize, then when my ship Struck to your mercy. Yes, we are very like To make good prize indeed, when all the profit Goes to the State and heavy-headed Burghers, That lie and snort at home, and eat what we Sweat bloody drops for. Honest Adorni, His bluntness must excuse him gentlemen; How harsh and rough soe'er he seems, his honour Will quickly vary, when I have been tired With toil of war; the observations which His travails have afforded him of men, Countries, and manners, lively set forth By his expressive action, has begot Mirth in my drowsy soul: when you're acquainted With his conceit of carriage; you'll not affect A jovialler Companion,— See the Duke My noble warrior, Peace now looks lovely on us, since we enjoy The author of't in safety: rise my Doria, Let me embrace those youthful limbs which cloth War in love's livery: thy honoured father, When he returned laden with Turkish spoils, As trophies of his valour from the slaughter Of Haly Bassa at Lepanto, where The Christian name was hazarded, arrived not More welcome to the State; believe me youth, Hadst thou a mother living, to be proud Of thy Nativity, unless she wept For joy to see thee, could no way express A more affectionate gladness: Chrisea, Eurione welcome him home, who cannot Receive an equal grace to the just value Of his deservings. Your grace prepares us for that, We did intend to offer. Yes truly did we sir, this General is ill-bred, I warrant him, to slight a gentlewoman of my demeanour. My gracious Lord, To tender thanks, where 'tis a debt, not duty, Befits an equal; subjects ought to offer, With the sincere devotion that our Priests Do prayers to Heaven, their hearts as sacrifices To their deserving Princes, whose sole favours Do as the quickening lustre of the Sun Cherish inferior spirits: yours have been Showered down on me as elemental dew On the parched earth, which drinks it up, and cannot Give heaven a retribution, yet my duty Shall speak my willing thankfulness, and while These arms can wield victorious steel, no danger Shall fright me from that service which I owe My Prince and Country: since men are not borne For themselves only; but their life's a debt To th' Commonwealth that bred 'em. Gentle warrior, Thy father's spirit swells thy soul, I read it In thy submissive loyalty; let's in, 'tis just that those who caused the wars to cease, Should have the early fruits of their own peace,
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My Lord, You come t'instruct us Courtship, as y'ave taught Your foes to feare your valour: you appeare As if this were your Nuptiall day, on which You were to wed bright triumph; but you can As well Court peace in silkes, as raging warre In burnish'd steele, and touch the ravishing strings With as much cunning industry as if Mars could like Orpheus strike the trembling Harp▪ Signior Adorni welcome home, I hope Y'ave made a richer prize, then when my ship Struck to your mercy. Yes, we are very like To make good prize indeed, when all the profit Goes to the State and heavy-headed Burgers, That lye and snort at home, and eate what we Sweat bloody drops for. Honest Adorni, His bluntnesse must excuse him gentlemen▪ How harsh and rough soe're he seemes, his honour Will quickly vary, when I have bin tyr'd With toyle of warre; the observations which His travailes have afforded him of men, Countries, and manners, lively set forth By his expressive action, has begot Mirth in my drowsie soule: when y'are acquainted With his conceit of carriage; you'll not affect A jovialler Companion,—See the Duke My noble warriour, Peace now lookes lovely on us, since we enjoy The author of't in safety: rise my Doria, Let me embrace those youthfull limbes which cloath Warre in loves livery: thy honour'd father, When he return'd laden with Turkish spoyles, As trophies of his valour from the slaughter Of Haly Bassa at Lepanto, where The Christian name was hazzarded, arriv'd not More welcome to the State; beleeve me youth, Hadst thou a mother living, to be proud Of thy Nativity, unlesse she wept For joy to see thee, could no way expresse A more affectionate gladnesse: Chrisea, Eurione welcome him home, who cannot Receive an equall grace to the just value Of his deservings. Your grace prepares us for that, We did intend to offer. Yes truely did wee sir, this Generall is ill-bred, I warrant him, to slight a gentlewoman of my demeanor. My gracious Lord, To tender thanks, where tis a debt, not duty, Befits an equall; subjects ought to offer, With the sincere devotion that our Priests Doe prayers to Heaven, their hearts as sacrifices To their deserving Princes, whose sole favours Doe as the quickning lustre of the Sunne Cherish inferiour spirits: yours have bin Showr'd downe on me as elementall dew On the parcht earth, which drinks it up, and cannot Give heaven a retribution, yet my duty Shall speak my willing thankfulnesse, and while These armes can weild victorious steele, no danger Shal fright me from that service which I owe My Prince and Country: since men are not borne For themselves onely; but their life's a debt To th' Common-wealth that bred 'hem. Gentle warriour, Thy fathers spirit swells thy soule, I reade it▪ In thy submissive loyalty; lets in, Tis just that those who caus'd the warres to cease, Should have the early fruits of their owne peace,