Wilson, Robert · published 1594 · first performed or written 1590 [c.1589-1593] (Annals) moral · Queen Elizabeth's Men (?) unassigned nearest T50 Fleets, armies and generals: war by sea · 483 words
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What are they fellow, let us hear them speak. Spare not The Argives and the men of Thessaly, With mighty powers are come upon your coast, They burn, waste, spoil, kill, murder, make no spare, Of feeble age, or harmless infant youth, They vow to triumph in Booetia, And make your highness vassal to their will, They threaten mightily, their power is mighty, The people fall before them as the flowering grass The mower with his sith cuts in the mead, Help your poor people, and defend your state, Else you, they, it, will soon be ruinate. I will provide as far as heavenly powers, And our abilities shall give consents; I'll to the temple and power forth my prayers, meanwhile let Sateros be called for, To muster up the people with all speed, Now see I that this simple witted man, This poor plain Cobbler truly did divine, The Gods when we refuse the common means Sent by their oracles and learned priests, Raise up some man contemptible and vile, In whom they breathe the pureness of their spirits, And make him bold to speak and prophesy. Welcome friend Sateros, you are fitly come, The Duke intends that you shall lead to field The powers of Boaetia 'gainst his foes, Are you prepared, and willingly resolved? Why you sir by your pen can do as well I know 'tis nothing but Facsimile. Soldier, stand not on that, discharge your duty, The country needs our service and our counsel, I'll do my best, and do you your endeavour, For public quiet and Booetias honour. Well I forget your scorns given me in peace, And rate all envy at an humble price, I'll do my duty, do not you neglect, Arms will not Art, Art should not arms reject. A blessed concord, I will to the Duke, And leave thee Sateros to thy glorious war. O sir, I have been seeking ye all day, And greatly do I praise my fortune thus to meet ye. In good time sir, be brief I pray. You do remember me I hope. Not very well I promise ye. Lord sir, and you be advised, I was one of them that reasoned before contempt, when you defended war, another art, one the court, and I the country. I remember in deed such a reasoning, before that vile monster Contempt, but you I have forgot. O Lord sir yes, by that token we went afterward to the Ordinary. True, true, now I call ye mind, by this token I was not able to reach commons, and so was cashiered out of your company. 'twas against my will i'faith: ye saw I was another man's guest. It's no great matter. But what's your business with me now, that you seek for me so hastily? Marie sir there is wars toward, do ye not hear on it? That's to too sure.
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What are they felow, let vs heare thē speak. Spare not The Argiues and the men of Thessaly, With mightie powers are come vpon your coast, They burne, wast, spoyle, kill, murther, make no spare, Of feeble age, or harmlesse infant youth, They vow to triumph in Booetia, And make your Highnes vassall to their will, They threaten mightily, their power is mightie, The people fall before them as the flowring grasse The mower with his syth cuts in the meade, Helpe your poore people, and defend your state, Else you, they, it, will soone be ruinate. I will prouide as farre as heauenly powers, And our abilities shall giue consents; Ile to the temple and powre forth my prayers, Meane while let Sateros be called for, To muster vp the people with all speed, Now see I that this simple witted man, This poore plaine Cobler truly did diuine, The Gods when we refuse the common meanes Sent by their oracles and learned priests, Raise vp some man contemptible and vile, In whom they breath the purenes of theyr spirits, And make him bolde to speake and prophesie. Welcome friend Sateros, you are fitly come, The Duke intends that you shall leade to field The powers of Boaetia gainst his foes, Are you prepard, and willingly resolud? Why you s by your pen can do as well I know tis nothing but Facsimile. Souldier, stand not on that, discharge your duetie, The countrie needs our seruice and our counsell, Ile doo my best, and do you your indeuor, For publike quiet and Booetias honor. Well I forget your scornes giuen me in peace, And rate all enuie at an humble price, Ile doe my dutie, doe not you neglect, Armes will not Art, Art should not armes reiect. A blessed concord, I will to the Duke, And leaue thee Sateros to thy glorious warre. O sir, I haue bin seeking ye all day, And greatly do I praise my fortune thus to meete yee. In good time sir, be briefe I pray. You do remember me I hope. Not verie well I promise ye. Lord sir, and you bee aduisde, I was one of them that reasoned before contempt, when you defended war, another ate, one the court, and I the countrie. I remember in deede such a reasoning, before that vile monster Contempt, but you I haue forgot. O Lord sir yes, by that token we went afterward to the Ordinarie. True, true, now I call ye minde, by this token I was not able to reache commons, and so was cashierd out of your companie. Twas against my will Ifaith: ye sawe I was another mans guest. Its no great matter. But whats your busines wyth me now, that you seeke for me so hastily? Marie sir there is warres toward, do ye not heare on it? Thats to too sure.