Wilson, Robert · published 1594 · first performed or written 1590 [c.1589-1593] (Annals) moral · Queen Elizabeth's Men (?) T0 Court life: dukes, favour and honour typicality 0.87 · 490 words
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And I fear by reason of my wealth I shall be chosen for a Captain over some Companies. And what of that? Why I have no skill, and therefore would hire you to serve in my place. I'll please ye well. The Duke wants men sir, and therefore must ye serve yourself, though not as a captain, yet in a place fitting your person. You offer me money, why man I'll deal kindly with ye, ye shall have some of me, bear take it, be not nice. In the Duke's name I charge ye with horse and furniture to be ready tomorrow by break of day, for the business asks speed. But I hope ye will not deal so with me? But I am sure I will, therefore dispatch on peril of your life. Why what alive is this, that such as I must serve? A shame on wars for me that ere they were. Why now fellows, what are you? What soldier, do not you know me? Yes Raph but what are these? Faith certain pew-fellows of mine, that have been mewed up, & now the exclamation goes we shall have wars, we are all set at liberty, and sent to you to be trailed up. Why wert in prison? i'faith I prophesied so long, that I had like to have been hanged. My wife killed the courtier man, that would have killed me & the Duke to, but I'll be a prophet no longer that's flat, after I have done being a soldier, I'll to cobbling again. So dost thou well: But fellow tell me why wert thou in. Faith sir for nothing but riding another man's horse. That was but a small matter. A thing of nothing, for when he had stolen him, he were as good ride him as lead him in his hand. Faith that's even the truth on it. I think you all have been of such condition, But now betake you to another course, The Duke hath given you life and liberty, Where otherwise your deeds deserved death, If now you do offend under my charge, Look for no favour but the martial law, Death on the next tree without all remission, And if ye like not this I will return ye From whence ye came to bide the doom of law, Speak, will ye live and serve as true men should? ay, ay, I. I am sure ye take me for none of they number. No Raph, thou shalt be still with me, I have an host of worthy soldiers Ready to march, to them now will I go, Heavens and good fortune quell our furious foe. Away thou strumpet, scandal of the world, Cause of my sorrow, author of thy shame, Follow me not, but wander where thou wilt, In uncouth places loathed of the light, Fit shroud to hide thy lustful body in, Whose fair's distained with foul adulterous sin.
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And I feare by reason of my wealth I shall bee chosen for a Captaine ouer some Companies. And what of that? Why I haue no skill, and therefore woulde hyre you to serue in my place. Ile please ye well. The Duke wantes men sir, and therefore must yee serue your selfe, though not as a captaine, yet in a place fitting your person. You offer me moneie, why man Ile deale kindly with ye, ye shal haue some of me, bere take it, be not nice. In the Dukes name I charge ye with horse and furnitue to be readie to morrow by breake of day, for the busines askes speed. But I hope ye will not deale so with me? But I am sure I will, therefore dispatch on perill of your life. Why what alife is this, that such as I must serue? Ashame on warres for me that ere they were. Why now fellowes, what are you? What souldier, do not you know me? Yes Raph but what are these? Faith certaine pu-fellowes of mine, that haue bin mued vp, & now the exclamation goes we shal haue wars, we are all set at libertie, and sent to you to be traild vp. Why wert in prison? I faith I prophesied so long, that I had like to haue bin hangd. My wife kild the courtier man, that would haue kild me & the Duke to, but Ile be a prophet no longer thats flatte, after I haue done beeing a souldier, Ile to cobling againe. So doest thou well: But fellowe tell mee why wert thou in. Faith sir for nothing but riding another mans horse. That was but a small matter. A thing of nothing, for when he had stollen him, he were as good ride him as leade him in his hand. Faith thats euen the truth on it. I thinke you all haue bin of such condition▪ But now betake you to another course, The Duke hath giuen you life and libertie, Where otherwise your deed deserued death, If now you doo offend vnder my charge, Looke for no fauour but the martiall lawe, Death on the next tree without all remission, And if ye like not this I will returne yee From whence ye came to bide the doome of law, Speake, will ye liue and serue as true men should? I, I, I. I am sure ye take me for none of they number. No Raph, thou shalt be still with mee, I haue an hoast of worthie souldiers Readie to march, to them now will I goe, Heauens and good fortune quell our furious foe. Awaie thou strumpet, scandall of the world, Cause of my sorrow, author of thy shame, Follow me not, but wander where thou wilt, In vncouth places loathed of the light, Fit shroude to hide thy lustfull bodie in, Whose faire's distaind with foule adulterous sin.