Anonymous · published 1596 · first performed or written 1594 [Oct 23] (Annals) tragicomedy · Admiral's (Nottingham's) Men unassigned nearest T46 Swords, quarrels and valour · 490 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T46: rapier, sword, fight, gentlemen, gentleman, kicked, kill, dagger, signor, valour.
We are the sons of hapless Brishio. And these rank churls whom erst your father tide, By many great deserts unto his house, Have left you thus in your extremities. Give me your hands you relics of renown: Now have I got an Empire to my mind, A vent for my religious charity, Hold take these jewels, buy you what you want, But heedfully beware of gormandize, Led you a sober decent comely life, Remember truly the effects of things, Before you shall affect and make your choice. Hear in a word, who made the planets seven, First sent down love and charity from heaven, But avarice was christened in hell, Speak holy men, have I not counselled well? What man art thou that favourst misery? Even he that thanks my God, That sends me ought whereby to secure you, And call me Penitent experience, Who gives thee thanks for what thy father did, Who gives thee thanks for what thy brother did. And charge you both, as you are noble borne, To let me see your weapons presently. Take them and use them gentle minded man. Here are the blades well polished fair and bright. Were it not pity Sirs that these swords Should rust within their sheaths of bliss? While some Venetian lecher and his mate, Should ravish thy sister and deflower thy niece. What swords are these friend, report the truth? This night Annetta, and fair Lucida, If gods and friends forsake them in their wants: By lawless ravishers will be surprised: I mean to secure them, if you refuse Give me my jewels, for I will secure none That leaves their sisters in extremity. God leave us, if we forsake our friends, Or leave our sister in extremity. Then take more jewels, heir tall men: And underneath this wall, watch all this night: If any man shall attempt to break your sister's door, Be stout, assail him, kill him, for his cause is bad. Led us the way, and we will follow thee, For in our sister's cause we'll spend our blood. The gain is yours, the glory must be Gods, Who made you to defend the innocenets. Now Brishio, since thy country Venice scorneth thee. And thou an abject wretch exiled from thence: Yet I have made thee champion of my right, If thou expect the cause, it is for dowry, The which the Florentines denies to pay: In right of marriage, with fair Orrelio my wedded wife. For this thou fights, now get the victory, And thou hast purchased Country, life and friends, Reason no more my Lord, For virtue plucketh occasion ere he draweth his sword. Look on great Princes, and see an old man fight. Even as the candle falling down aside, Then burneth brightest when it 'gins to fail, In age, so I will show great valour, And will not now submit, I take thy word, God maintain now the right,
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VVe are the ſonnes of hapleſſe Briſhio. And theſe ranke churles whom earſt your father tide, By many great deſerts vnto his houſe, Haue left you thus in your extremities. Giue me your hands you relikes of renowme: Now haue I got an Empire to my minde, A vent for my religious charitie, Hold take theſe iewels, buy you what you want, But heedfully beware of gourmandize, Lead you a ſober decent comely life, Remember truly the effects of things, Before you ſhall affect and make your choice. Heare in a word, who made the planets ſeuen, Firſt ſent downe loue and charitie from heauen, But auarice was chriſtned in hell, Speake holy men, haue I not counceld well? What man art thou that fauourſt miſerie? Euen he that thankes my God, That ſends mee ought whereby to ſuccour you, And call me Penitent experience, Who giues thee thankes for what thy father did, VVho giues thee thankes for what thy brother did. And charge you both, as you are noble borne, To let me ſee your weapons preſently. Take them and vſe them gentle minded man. Here are the blades well poliſht faire and bryght. Were it not pittie Sirs that theſe ſwordes Should ruſt within their ſheathes of bliſſe? While ſome Venetian letcher and his mate, Should rauiſh thy ſiſter and deflower thy neece. What ſwords are theſe frind, reporte the truth? This night Annetta, and faire Lucida, If gods and frindes forſake them in their wantes: By lawleſſe rauiſhers will be ſurpriſed: I meane to ſuccour them, if you refuſe Giue me my Iewels, for I will ſuccour none That leaues their ſiſters in extremitie. God leaue vs, if we forſake our frindes, Or leaue our ſiſter in extremitie. Then take more Iewels, heire tall men: And vnderneath this wall, watch all this night: If any man ſhall attempt to breake your ſiſters doore, Be ſtout, aſſaile him, kill him, for his cauſe is bad. Lead vs the way, and we will follow thee, For in our ſiſters cauſe wele ſpend our blood. The gaine is yours, the glory muſt be Gods, Who made you to defend the innocenets. Now Briſhio, ſince thy country Venice ſcorneth thee. And thou an abiect wretch exild from thence: Yet I haue made thee champion of my right, If thou expect the cauſe, it is for dowrie, The which the Florentines denies to pay: In right of marriage, with faire Orrelio my wedded wife. For this thou fightes, now get the victory, And thou haſt purchaſt Country, lyfe and friends, Reaſon no more my Lord, For vertue plucketh occaſiō ere he draweth his ſword. Look on great Princes, and ſee an old man fight. Euen as the candel falling downe aſide, Then burneth brighteſt when it gins to fayle, In age, ſo I will ſhewe greate valor, And will not now ſubmit, I take thy word, God mantaine now the right,