Marlowe, Christopher · published 1590 · first performed or written 1588 [1587-1588] (Annals) tragedy · Admiral's (Nottingham's) Men unassigned nearest T46 Swords, quarrels and valour · 512 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T46: rapier, sword, fight, gentlemen, gentleman, kicked, kill, dagger, signor, valour.
Call forth our lazy brother from the tent, For if my father miss him in the field, Wrath kindled in the furnace of his breast, Will send a deadly lightning to his heart. Brother, ho, what, given so much to sleep You cannot leave it, when our enemies' drums And rattling cannons thunder in our ears Our proper ruin, and our father's foil: Away ye fools, my father needs not me, Nor you in faith, but that you will be thought More childish valorous than manly wise: If half our camp should sit and sleep with me, My father were enough to scar the foe: You do dishonour to his majesty, To think our helps will do him any good. What, dar'st thou then be absent from the fight, Knowing my father hates thy cowardice, And oft hath warned thee to be still in field, When he himself amidst the thickest troops Beats down our foes to flesh our taintless swords. I know sir, what it is to kill a man, It works remorse of conscience in me, I take no pleasure to be murderous, Nor care for blood when wine will quench my thirst. O cowardly boy, fie for shame, come forth. Thou dost dishonour manhood, and thy house. Go, go tall stripling, fight you for us both, And take my other toward brother here, For person like to prove a second Mars, 'twill please my mind as well to hear both you Have won a heap of honour in the field, And left your slender carcases behind, As if I lay with you for company. You will not go then: You say true. Were all the lofty mounts of Zona mundi, That fill the midst of farthest Tartary, Turned into pearl and proffered for my stay, I would not bide the fury of my father: When made a victor in these haughty arms. He comes and finds his sons have had no shares In all the honours he proposed for us. Take you the honour, I will take my ease, My wisdom shall excuse my cowardice: I go into the field before I need: The bullets fly at random where they list. And should I go and kill a thousand men, I were as soon rewarded with a shot, And sooner far than he that never fights. And should I go and do nor harm nor good, I might have harm, which all the good I have joined with my father's crown would never cure. I'll to cards: Perdiccas. Here my Lord. Come, thou and I will go to cards to drive away the time. Content my Lord, but what shall we play for? Who shall kiss the fairest of the Turks Concubine's first, when my father hath conquered them. Agreed i'faith. They say I am a coward, (Perdiccas) and I fear as little their tara, tantaras, their swords or their cannons, as I do a naked Lady in a net of gold, and for fear I should be afraid, would put it off and come to bed with me.
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Call foorth our laisie brother from the tent, For if my father misse him in the field, Wrath kindled in the furnace of his breast, Wil send a deadly lightening to his heart. Brother, ho, what, giuen so much to sleep You cannot leaue it, when our enemies drums And ratling cannons thunder in our eares Our proper ruine, and our fathers foile: Away ye fools, my father needs not me, Nor you in faith, but that you wil be thought More childish valourous than manly wise: If halfe our campe should sit and sleepe with me, My father ware enough to scar the foe: You doo dishonor to his maiesty, To think our helps will doe him any good. What, dar'st thou then be absent frō the fight, Knowing my father hates thy cowardise, And oft hath warn'd thee to be stil in field, When he himselfe amidst the thickest troopes Beats downe our foes to flesh our taintlesse swords. I know sir, what it is to kil a man, It works remorse of conscience in me, I take no pleasure to be murtherous, Nor care for blood when wine wil quench my thirst. O cowardly boy, fie for shame, come foorth. Thou doost dishonor manhood, and thy house. Goe, goe tall stripling, fight you for vs both, And take my other toward brother here, For person like to prooue a second Mars, Twill please my mind as wel to heare both you Haue won a heape of honor in the field, And left your slender carkasses behind, As if I lay with you for company. You wil not goe then: You say true. Were all the lofty mounts of Zona mundi, That fill the midst of farthest Tartary, Turn'd into pearle and proffered for my stay, I would not bide the furie of my father: When made a victor in these hautie arms. He comes and findes his sonnes haue had no shares In all the honors he proposde for vs. Take you the honor, I will take my ease, My wisedome shall excuse my cowardise: I goe into the field before I need: The bullets fly at random where they list. And should I goe and kill a thousand men, I were as soone rewarded with a shot, And sooner far than he that neuer fights. And should I goe and do nor harme nor good, I might haue harme, which all the good I haue Ioin'd with my fathers crowne would neuer cure. Ile to cardes: Perdicas. Here my Lord. Come, thou and I wil goe to cardes to driue away the time. Content my Lord, but what shal we play for? Who shal kisse the fairest of the Turkes Concubines first, when my father hath conquered them. Agreed yfaith. They say I am a coward, (Perdicas) and I feare as litle their tara, tantaras, their swordes or their cannons, as I doe a naked Lady in a net of golde, and for feare I should be affraid, would put it off and come to bed with me.