Anonymous · published 1596 · first performed or written 1594 [Oct 23] (Annals) tragicomedy · Admiral's (Nottingham's) Men unassigned nearest T2 Roman politics: senate, consuls and civi · 484 words
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Hence sorrow, boding messenger be gone, Rage's now shall over rule discretion, Gather thy friends Marchetto follow me, This night we will surprise them in their beds, And teach them kindness who will learn no love. Here is perfect valour in a noble man, here is perfect villainy sprung from thy lips. Now gentlemen what seek you at my hands? My Lord we hope that for the aunient league, Betwixt our Father and your worthy self, You will vouchsafe somewhat to secure us. What gentlemen and begeres, fie for shame, Pay not our hopes with scorns, Our father used you better in your wants. Thou talkest of matters forty years ago, The world that's now differs from that was then, Men are more near and dearer to themselves But if you want a cup of drink or so, Stand at my door my man shall bring it you. Ha ha ha, a worldling right, the poet's song Was well applied in this, For like the ants they eat the gain of men's wealth, But fly them like the fiends when they are fallen, These Cicero and Aristotle termed a troup of servile Base dishonest men, Stay here, here cometh more, stand by awhile. We shall behold the world anatomized, The Florentiens of late have fought a field, Wherein Lord Lelio hath deserved well, For why, his country scorns to secure him, Lord Brishio tendeth on the Milan camp, And hath achieved many a worthy deed. I joy to hear of Brishio's good success, Your merchandise are sold, and we have sent Bills of Exchange to receive the money, A merrier heart hath Treverey for that. How now you saucy youths, stand back I say, What make you linger here about my doors? I hope your Lordship knows us well. I would you knew yourselves as well as I, Go get you hence, it is for young men to ply their books, To practise music, and delight in arms, And not to loiter up and down the streets. Dishonest Lord, our father in thy wants Did use thee better, And wilt thou leave his sons in misery? When Brishio and I meet, we'll talk of that? Let him come crave himself, I'll answer him. Why he is banished, and may not return. The better cause have I to cast him off, I will not raze my house to raise you up, Let me see, you are two good tall youths, And fit for soldiers, go you to Milan to, Where your father is, live by the wars, And do not vex us in peace, for you get not a penny of me. These strange repulses make me desperate, Speak brother Zephyrus, what shall we do? How now young gallants, what distempers you? But grieve not thus at worldly chances, If sin were dead virtue were never seen. Are you the sons of Brishio gentle friends?
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Hence ſorrow, boding meſſenger be gone, Rage now ſhall ouer rule diſcretion, Gather thy frends Marchetto follow mee, This nyght wee will ſurpriſe them in their beds, And teach them kyndnes who will learne no loue. Here is perfect vallour in a noble man, here is perfect villany ſprong from thy lyps. Now gentelmen what ſeeke you at my hands? My Lord wee hope that for the aunient league, Betwixt our Father and your worthie ſelfe, You will vouchſafe ſomewhat to ſuccour vs. What gentelmen and begeres, fye for ſhame, Pay not our hopes with ſcornes, Our father vſed you better in your wants. Thou talkeſt of matters fortie yeres ago, The worlde thats now differs from that was then, Men are more neere and deerer to themſelues But if you want a cup of drinke or ſo, Stand at my dore my man ſhall bring it you. Ha ha ha, a worldling ryght, the poets ſong Was well applied in this, For like the antes they eate the gaine of mens wealth, But flye them lyke the fiends when they are falne, Theſe Cicero and Ariſtotle tearm'd a troope of ſeruile Baſe diſhoneſt men, Stay here, here cometh more, ſtand by awhile. VVee ſhall behold the world anatomiz'd, The Florentiens of late haue fought a field, Wherein Lord Lelio hath deſerued well, For why, his countrie ſcornes to ſuccour him, Lord Briſhio tendeth on the Millane camp, And hath atchieued many a worthie deed. I ioy to heare of Briſhios good ſucceſſe, Your marchandiſe are ſolde, and we haue ſent Bils of Exchange to receiue the monie, A merrier heart hath Treuerey for that. How now you ſauſie youths, ſtand backe I ſay, What make you lingering here about my doores? I hope your Lordſhip knowes vs well. I would you knew your ſelues as well as I, Go get you hēce, it is for yong men to ply their books, To practiſe muſicke, and delight in armes, And not to loiter vp and downe the ſtreets. Diſhoneſt Lord, our father in thy wants Did vſe thee better, And wilt thou leaue his ſonnes in miſerie? When Briſhio and I meete, wele talke of that? Let him come craue himſelfe, Ile anſwere him. Why he is baniſht, and may not returne. The better cauſe haue I to caſt him off, I will not raſe my houſe to raiſe you vp, Let me ſee, you are two good tall youths, And fit for ſouldiers, goe you to Millane to, VVhere your father is, liue by the warres, And do not vex vs in peace, for you get not a pennie of mee. Theſe ſtrange repulſes make me deſperate, Speake brother Zepherus, what ſhall we do? How now yong gallants, what diſtempers you? But grieue not thus at worldly chances, If ſinne were dead vertue were neuer ſeene. Are you the ſonnes of Briſhio gentle friends?