Wilson, Robert · published 1594 · first performed or written 1590 [c.1589-1593] (Annals) moral · Queen Elizabeth's Men (?) unassigned nearest T0 Court life: dukes, favour and honour · 487 words
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Thus Sateros have we assisted thee, Our true sworn soldier, worthy man at Arms, And the Booetian Duke hath heaven appeased, By firing false Contempt and loathed lust. Mercurie the son and messenger of Jove With me shall pass unto my warlike house. Go thou unto the Duke with all thy train, That longs to see thee, and requite thy pain. To mighty Mars and wary Mercurie Poor Sateros gives thanks and vows his duty. Are ye here i'faith? here's two on ye, Raph Cobbler may curse the time that here knew your company. What mine man? I yours, what reason had you to make my wife mad? I and so mad to kill one? and then make me a Prophet? It was the secret judgement of the Gods, Sateros speak to the Duke to think on him, and to remit her fault. It shall be done. Is this the Prophet? I that it is, that told you your own when 'twas. Sateros use him well. near doubt you that: are ye remembered since ye told him, if ye set yourself against the Gods they would drive you out of heaven. Well what of that? Faith at that time the world might well have afforded you a Cart to ride in. Go to Raph, cease. ay, ay, and great folk do amiss, Poor folk must hold their peace. Mars shall we hence? ay, farewell Sateros. Welcome brave soldier, welcome to you all, joy stops my words, I cannot speak my mind, But in this triumph pass we to the Court, Where you shall all receive your due deceits. Thanks Noble Lord. What shall I do then, and my wife? I will provide for thee, and pardon her. Faith then farewell the Court; For now I'll not run and ride, nor no more abide, But since my mad wife, has changed her mad life, I'll even leave to be a Prophet speaker, Take clouting leather and nawl, and fall to my old trade of the gentle craft the Cobbler. I Raph that will be fittest for us. Come Sateros let me yet honour thee, To whom the heavens have given great victory, And took in worth our worthless sacrifice, Wherein Contempt and Lust with old ingratitude, Have perished like Fume that flies from fire. March forward brave and worthy man at Arms, Thy deeds shall be rewarded worthily: Embrace the Scholar, live you two as friends, For Arms and Learning may not be at jar, Counsel prevents, counsel prevails in war. My thoughts are free from hate, let me not live, When soldiers fail good Letters to defend. Let every Scholar be a soldiers friend, As I am friend to thee and so will rest. I so live, and ye are blessed. How sayst thou zealot is not that life best. Then with due praise to heaven let us depart, Our State supported both by Arms and Art.
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Thus Sateros haue we assisted thee, Our true sworne souldier, worthy man at Armes, And the Booetian Duke hath heauen appeasde, By firing false Contempt and loathed lust. Mercurie the sonne and messenger of oue VVith me shall passe vnto my warlike house. Goe thou vnto the Duke with all thy traine, That longs to see thee, and requie thy paine. To mighty Mars and wary Mercurie Poore Sateros giues thanks and vowes his duety. Are yee here yfaith? heres two on yee, Raph Cobler may curse the time that heere knew your cōpany▪ VVhat mine man? I yours, what reason had you to make my wife mad? I and so mad to kill one? and then make me a Prophet? It was the secret iudgement of the Gods, Sateros speak to the Duke to thinke on him, and to remit hir fault. It shall be done. Is this the Prophet? I that it is, that told you your owne when twas. Sateros vse him well. Nere doubt you that: are yee bemembred since ye told him, if ye set your selfe against the Gods they would driue you out of heauen. VVell what of that? Faith at that time the world might well haue affoorded you a Cart to ride in. Go too Rap▪ cease. I, I, and great folke doo amisse, Poore folke must hold their peace. Mars shall we hence? I, farewell Sateros. VVelcome braue souldier, welcome to you all, Ioy stops my words, I cannot speake my minde, But in this triumph passe we to the Court, VVhere you shall all receiue your due deeits. Thanks Noble Lord. VVhat shall I doo then, and my wife? I will prouide for thee, and pardon her. Faith then farewell the Court; For now Ile not run and ride, nor no more abide, But since my mad wife, has changde her mad life, Ile euen leaue to be a Prophet speaker, Take clouting leather and naule, and fall to my old trade of the gentle craft the Cobler. I Raph that will be fittest for vs. Come Sateros let me yet honour thee, To whom the heauens haue giuen great victorie, And tooke in worth our worthles sacrifice, VVherein Contempt and Lst with old ingratitude, Haue perished like Fume that flies from fire. March forward braue and worthy man at Armes▪ Thy deedes shall be rewarded worthily: Embrace the Scholler, liue you two as friends, For Armes and Learning may not be at iarre, Counsell preuents, counsell preuailes in warre. My thoughts are free from hate, let me not liue, VVhen souldiers faile good Letters to defend. Let euery Scholler be a Souldiers friend, As I am friend to thee and so will rest. I so liue, and yee are blest. How saist thou Zelote is not that life best. Then with due praise to heauen let vs depart, Our State supported both by Armes and Art.