The Wounds of Civil War, or Marius and Scilla · chunk 36 of 38
Lodge, Thomas · published 1594 · first performed or written 1588 [1586-1591] (Annals) tragedy · Admiral's (Nottingham's) Men unassigned nearest T2 Roman politics: senate, consuls and civi · 510 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T2: rome, caesar, senate, sulla, roman, consul, brutus, romans, men, marius.
what seeks my countrymen? what would my friends? Nay sir your kind words shall not serve the turn, why think you to thrust your soldiers into our kindred with your courtesies sir. I tell you Master Sulla my neighbour will have the Law, he had the right he will have the wrong for therein dwells the Law. what desires these men of Rome? Neighbour sharpen the edge toll of your wits upon the whetstone of indiscretion that your words may shave like the razors of Palermo, you have learning with ignorance therefore speak my tale. Then worshipful Master Sulla, be it known unto you, that my neighbours daughter Doritie was a maid of restority, fair fresh and fine as a merry cup of wine. Her eyes like two potched eggs, great and goodly her legs, but mark my doleful ditty, alas for woe and pity: a soldier of yours upon a bed of flowers, gave her such a fall, as she lost maidenhead and all. And thus in very good time I end my rudeful time. And what of this my friend, why seek you me, Who have resigned my titles and my state To live a private life as you do now? Go move the Consul Flaccus in this cause, Who now hath power to execute the laws. And are you no more Master dix cator, nor Generality of the soldiers? My powers do cease, my titles are resigned, Have you signed your titles? O base mind, that being in the Paul's steeple of honour, hast cast thyself into the sink of simplicity. Fie beast, were I a king, I would day by day suck up white bread and milk, and go a jetting in a jacket of silk, my meat should be the curds, my drink should be the whey, and I would have a mincing lass to love me every day. Nay goodman curtal, your discretions are very simple, let me cramp him with a reason. Sirrah, whether is better good ale or small beer? Alas see his implicity that cannot answer me: why I say ale. And so say I neighbour. Thou hast reason, ergo say I 'tis better be a King than a clown. Faith master Sulla, I hope a man may now call ye knave by authority. With what impatience hear I these upbraids That whilom plagued the least offence with death. Oh Sulla these are stales of destiny, By some upbraids to try thy constancy. My friends these scorns of yours perhaps will move, The next Dictator shun to yield his state, For fear he find as much as Sulla doth. But Flaccus, to prevent their further wrong, Vouchsafe some Lictor may attach the man, And do them right that thus complain abuse. Sirrah, go you and bring the soldier That hath so loosely leaned to lawless lust, We will have means sufficient be assured To cool his heat, and make the wanton chaste. We thank your mastership: come neighbour, let us jog, faith this news will set my daughter Dorothie a gog.
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what seekes my countrymen? what would my freendes? Nay sir your kinde words shall not serue the turne, why thinke you to thrust your souldiers into our kindred with your curtesies sir. I tel you Master scilla my neighbour wil haue the Law, he had the right he wil haue the wrong for therein dwels the Law. what desires these men of Rome? Neighbour sharpen the edge tole of your wits vpon the whetstone of indiscretion that your wordes may shaue like the rasers of Palermo, you haue learning with ignorance therefore speake my tale. Then worshipfull Master Scilla, be it knowne vnto you, that my neighbors daughter Doritie was a maid of restoritie, faire fresh and fine as a merrie cup of wine. Her eies like two potcht egges, great and goodly her legs, but marke my dolefull dittie, alas for woe and pittie: a souldier of yours vpon a bed of flowers, gaue her such a fall, as she lost maidenhead and all. And thus in verie good time I end my rudefull time. And what of this my frend, why seeke you mee, Who haue resignd my titles and my state To liue a priuate life as you doo now? Goe moue the Consull Flaccus in this cause, VVho now hath power to execute the lawes. And are you no more Master dix cator, nor G neralitie of the souldiers? My powers doo cease, my titles are resignd, Haue you signd your titles? O base minde, that being in the powles steeple of honor, hast cast thy selfe into the sinke of simplicitie. Fie beast, were I a king, I would day by day sucke vp white bread and milke, and go a ietting in a acket of sike, my meat shou'd be the curds, my drinke should be the whey, and I wold haue a mincing lasse to loue me euerie day. Nay goodman Curtall, your discretions are verie simple, let me cramp him with a reason. Sirrha, whether is better good ale or small beere? Alas see his implicitie that cannot answere me: why I say ale. And so say I neighbor. Thou hast reason, ergo say I tis better be a King than a clowne. Faith master Scilla, I hope a man maye now call ye knaue by authoritie. VVith what impatience hare I these vpbraides That whilome plagude the least offence with death. Oh Scilla these are stales of desteny, By some vpbraids to try thy constancie. My friends these scornes of yours perhaps will moue, The next Dictator shun to yeeld his state, For feare he finde as much as Scilla doth. But Flaccus, to preuent their further wrong, Vouchsafe some Lictor may attach the man, And doo them right that thus complaine abuse. Sirrha, goe you and bring the souldier That hath so loosly leant to lawles lust, VVe will haue meanes sufficient be assurd To coole his heate, and make the wanton chast. We thanke your mastership: come neighbour, let vs iog, faith this newes will set my daughter Dorothie a gog.