Fletcher, John · published 1640 · first performed or written 1624 [licensed for stage, Oct 19] (Annals) comedy · King's Men T59 Spanish courts: war, honour and courtshi typicality 0.83 · 511 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T59: andrea, spain, portugal, tribute, horatio, king, bellimperia, prince, lord, lorenzo.
He shall not have his will, I shall prevent him, I have a toy here that will turn the tide, And suddenly, and strangely, here Don Iuan, Do you present it to him. I am commanded. A fellow founded out of Charity, And moulded to the height contemn his maker, curb the freehand that framed him? This must not be. That such an oyster shell should hold a pearl, And of so rare a price in prison, Was she made to be the matter of her own undoing, To let a slovenly unwieldy fellow, unruly and self willed, dispose her beauties, We suffer all sir in this sad Eclipse, She should shine where she might show like herself, An absolute sweetness, to comfort those admire her, And shed her beams upon her friends. We are gulled all, And all the world will grumble at your patience, If she be ravished thus. Never fear it Sanchio, we'll have her free again, and move at Court, In her clear orb, but one sweet handsomeness, To bless this part of Spain, and have that slubbered. 'tis every good man's cause, and we must stir in it. I'll warrant he shall be glad to please us, And glad to share too, we shall hear anon A new song from him, let's attend a little. colonel, I am bound to you for this nobleness, I should have been your officer, 'tis true sir, And a proud man I should have been to have served you. 'tas pleased the King out of his boundless favours, To make me your companion, this commission Gives me a troop of horse. I rejoice at it, And am a glad man we shall gain your company, I am sure the King knows you are newly married, And out of that respect gives you more time sir. Within four days I am gone, so he commands me, And 'tis not mannerly for me to argue it, The time grows shorter still, are your goods ready. They are aboard. Who waits there? Sir. Do you hear ho, go carry this unto your Mistress sir, And leather see how much the King has honoured me, Bid her be lusty, she must make a soldier. Sir, Go take down all the hangings, And pack up all my clothes, my plate and jewels, And all the furniture that's portable, Sir when we lie in garrison, 'tis necessary We keep a handsome port, for the king's honour; And do you hear, let all your lady's wardrobe Be safely placed in trunks, they must along too. Whether must they go sir. To the wars Lorenzo, And you and all, I will not leave a turnspit, That has one dram of spleen against a Dutchman. Why then St Iaques heigh, you have made us all sit, And if we leave ye, does my Lady go too. The stuff must go tomorrow towards the sea sir, All all must go. Why Pedro, vasco, Dego. Come help me, come come boys, soldadoes, comrades, we'll flay these beer-bellied rogues, come away quickly.
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He shall not have his will, I shall prevent him, I have a toy here that will trne the tide, And sodainly, and strangely, heere Don Iuan, Doe you present it to him. I am commanded. A fellow sounded out of Charity, And moulded to the height contemne his maker, Curbe the freehand that fram'd him? This must not be. That such an oyster shell should hold a pearle, And of so rare a price in prison, Was she made to be the matter of her own undoing, To let a slovely unweildy fellow, Vnuly and selfe will'd, dispose her beauties, We suffer all sir in this sad Eclipse, She should shine where she might show like her selfe, An absolute sweetnesse, to comfort those admire her, And shed her beames upon her friends. We are gulld all, And all the world will grumble at your patience, If she be ravish't thus. Nee feare it Sanchio, Weel have her free againe, and move at Court, In her cleere orbe, but one sweet hansomenesse, To blesse this part of Spaine, and have that slubberd. Tis every good mans cause, and we must stir in it. Ile warrant he shall be glad to please us, And glad to share too, we shall heare anon A new song from him, let's attend a litle. Coronell, I am bound to you for this noblenesse, I should have been your officer, tis true sir, And a proud man I should have been to have serv'd you 'Tas pleas'd the King out of his boundlesse favours, To make me your companion, this commission Gives me a troope of horse. I rejoyce at it, And am a glad man we shall gain your company, I am sure the King knows you are newly married, And out of that respect gives you more time sir. Within foure daies I am gone, so he commands me, And tis not mannerly for me to argue it, The time growes shorter still, are your goods ready. They are aboard. Who waits there? Sir. Doe you heare ho, goe carry this unto your Mistris sir, And lether see how much the King has honour'd mee, Bid hir be lusty, she must make a souldier. Sir, Goe take downe all the hangings, And pack up all my cloths, my plate and Iewels, And all the furniture that's portable, Sir when we lye in garrison, 'tis necessary We keep a handsome port, for the kings honour; And doe you heare, let all your Ladies wardrobe Be safely plac'd in trunks, they must along too. Whether must they goe sir. To the warres Lorenzo, And you and all, I will not leave a turne-spit, That has one dram of spleene against a Dutchman. Why then St Iaques hey, you have made us all sit, And if we leave ye, does my Lady goe too. The stuffe must goe to morrow towards the sea sir, All all must goe. Why Pedro, vasco, Dego. Come help me, come come boyes, soldadoes, comrades, Wee'l fley these beere-bellied rogues, come away quickly.