Anonymous · published 1596 · first performed or written 1594 [Oct 23] (Annals) tragicomedy · Admiral's (Nottingham's) Men unassigned nearest T10 England and France: war, embassy and pea · 496 words
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Now Lelio I have laid the burden of my war on thee: Thou art the champion of my weal or woe: Deceive not my firm hope, but in a manly fight? Attempt the winning of this happy day, By those moist tears which with a mournful heart, I often shed upon Sempronios herst: And by the love I bear Annetta fair: nought but my death, shall make me lose thy right, More than my life, I cannot hazard mighty Florentine I like thy courage gentleman: charge the combatants. Whom do my eyes behold, art thou not Brishio my father? Who forsaking weal and friends, Madest thy choice of baleful banishment, Rather than live and seem banished. Art not thou Lelio whom my zealous prayers, Have always wished, and wild thy greatest good, Cease trumpets cease, we two must never fight. What meaneth thy champion Medesa to faint. What means thy champion Forsa that he faints. To combat with my son were worse than death. To combat with my father were my death? Father and sons, both champions in our wars. Brother and brother, causer of the same What favour merit they, who love so well? What infamy deserve we that contend? See Forsa these champions are so kind they cannot fight. Shall we contend for titles wretchedly, While meaner men contend in perfectt love. A pardon Medesa all the world beside. Had not this man, this father of my wife: Encountered me, I would have died and perished in thy cause. A pardon Forsa, had not this virtuous husband of my child. Encountered me, I would have died and perished in thy cause. Rise combatants, you teach us what to do, Come Medesa, join you hands, And let these two which love so well, Be judges of our wars, and let it end. Brother content. Now champions end debate: What you conclude, shall make a peace with us: See see, my son, our love hath well nigh made their peace. Princes, are you agreed to determine war by us? I Brishio, now we are agreed. Then tell me mighty Duke, but dally not. Lovest thou Orelio as a husband should? I love and honour her in word and soul Then nothing is to dear for her my leech. I'll hazard life, and all to do her good. Perform her jointure then, and keep thy word. Then let the Florentine pay me her dowry. Fear not my Lord, the Florentines are men that honour right. Speak great Italian Duke, shall it be bruited in the ears of men? That Forsa grants all duty unto thee, And thou deny her right of marriage. 'tis pity that gold should part two noble minds, Here Forsa take my hand, this night one tent Shall lodge us both, & here a legare, shall my money lie, Until my treasurer hath brought thy dew. Then march in peace, here endeth all our hate. Thus poor men's love, doth great men's harms debate.
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Now Lelio I haue laid the burden of my warre on thee: Thou art the champion of my weale or woe: Deceiue not my firme hope, but in a manly fight? Attempt the winning of this happie day, By thoſe moyſt teares which with a mournful hart, I often ſhed vpon Sempronios herſt: And by the loue I beare Annetta faire: Naught but my death, ſhall make me loſe thy right, More then my life, I cannot hazard mighty Florentine I like thy courage gentleman: charge the combatants. Whom doe my eyes behold, art thou not Briſhio my father? Who forſaking weale and friends, Madeſt thy choyſe of baleful baniſhment, Rather then liue and ſeeme baniſht. Art not thou Lelio whom my zealous prayers, Haue alwaies wiſht, and wild thy greateſt good, Ceaſe trumpets ceaſe, we two muſt neuer fight. What meaneth thy champion Medeſa to faynt. What meanes thy champion Forſa that he faints. To combate with my ſonne were worſe then death. To combate with my father were my death? Father and ſonnes, both champions in our wars. Brother and brother, cauſer of the ſame What fauor merit they, who loue ſo well? What infamy deſerue we that contend? See Forſa theſe champions are ſo kinde they cannot fight. Shall wee contend for tytles wretchedly, While meaner men contend in perfectt loue. A pardon Medeſa all the world beſide. Had not this man, this father of my wife: Incountred me, I would haue died and periſht in thy cauſe. A pardon Forſa, had not this vertuous husband of my child. Incountred me, I would haue died and periſht in thy cauſe. Riſe combatants, you teach vs what to do, Come Medeſa, Ioyne you hands, And let theſe two which loue ſo well, Be Iudges of our warres, and let it end. Brother content. Now champions end debate: What you conclude, ſhall make a peace with vs: See ſee, my ſonne, our loue hath well nigh made their peace. Princes, are you agreed to determine warre by vs? I Briſhio, now we are agreed. Then tell me mightie Duke, but dally not. Loueſt thou Orelio as a husband ſhould? I loue and honour her in word and ſoule Then nothing is to deare for her my leech. Ile hazard life, and all to doe her good. Performe hir Ioynter then, and keepe thy worde. Then let the Florentine pay me her dowrie. Feare not my Lord, the Florentines are men that honor right. Speake great Italian Duke, ſhall it be bruted in the eares of men? That Forſa graunts all dewtie vnto thee, And thou denie her right of marriage. Tis pitty that gold ſhould part two noble minds, Here Forſa take my hand, this night one tent Shall lodge vs both, & here a legare, ſhal my mony lie, Vntill my treaſurer hath brought thy dew. Then march in peace, here endeth all our hate. Thus poore mens loue, doth great mens harmes debate.