Anonymous · published 1596 · first performed or written 1594 [Oct 23] (Annals) tragicomedy · Admiral's (Nottingham's) Men unassigned nearest T50 Fleets, armies and generals: war by sea · 493 words
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This is the place now fellows, stand close a while, If any shall attempt to scale these walls, Assault him, and kill him if you can, For death is too good an end for him that favours dishonesty. I hear them coming: brother now stand close. Now sleeps the Sun in Thetis lickored lap: And watery eyes are pleased with pleasant rest: Now plays the silver Moon upon the Sea, And all the train of twinkling stars adorn: The hollow compass of our heavens sphere, This is the place where I must purchase life, or end my days. Marchetto boldly knock, to see if by permission We may enter in, lest rumour will bewray us this darksome night. How now what scabis at the door at this time of the night. Sirrah, tell thy mistress Fortunio is at hand to speak with her. Soft sir, keep out I say, lest I make garters of your guts, foot balls of your faces, ho let forth the dogs there. Sirrah dispatch, and call your Mistress forth, Or with my Sword I'll send thy soul to hell. Way way, you may carry the message thither yourself, for poor men's souls were made for heaven, and the rich for hell. What noise is this, what meaneth you thus to assault a hapless Lady's house? Annetta my fair love, my hearts sole Queen, Avaunt dishonest man, disturber of the poor: I know thy drift, I know Fortunio comes, To heap dishonour on my hapless house: But you may be gone and get you to your rest, For no man entereth these doors this night. Seize I this haggard I'll make her stoop. Heave me the doors from of the hinges strait. Who lifts his hands to force these barred doors. Shall buy his rashness with his dearest blood. What hath she champions to resist us then? I, such as scorn to be disgraced by thee: Down with the slaves, fellows beat them down. Give light. Fortunio is slain Soldiers, go raise the watch. The Prince is hurt, Zepheronus and Orphinio fly a pace. My senses fails, O help me to my bed. Lean on my shoulder and let us go. These are the Traitors Seruio, lay hands on them. Who's this, Orphinio and Zepheronus., The sons of Brishio, performers of this deed. Go Seruio keep them close, tell I inform the Duke. And visit young Fortunio in his bed. What ho Phillyda my girl come forth here. What would my father? Go take these prisoners, & see thou keep them close Lock them in the upper loft till I return. Use us like gentlemen we crave no more. Use you like knaves, for you deserve no less, go get you hence. So now shall I see the end of Brishioes race, Now shall Sempronioes' death be well revenged. First will I go to the Duke, and there procure their death, And hast again to see their execution done.
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This is the place now fellowes, ſtand cloſe a while, If any ſhall attempt to ſcale theſe walles, Aſſault him, and kill him if you can, For death is too good an end for him that fauours diſhoneſtie. I heare them comming: brother now ſtand cloſe. Now ſleepes the Sunne in Thetis lickored lap: And watery eyes are pleaſed with pleaſant reſt: Now playes the ſiluer Moone vpon the Sea, And all the traine of twinckling ſtarres adorne: The hollow compaſſe of our heauens ſpheare, This is the place where I muſt purchaſe life, or end my dayes. Marchetto boldly knocke, to ſee if by permiſsion We may enter in, leſt rumor will bewraye vs this darkſome night. How nowe what ſcabis at the doore at this time of the night. Sirra, tel thy miſtreſſe Fortunio is at hand to ſpeake with her. Soft ſir, keepe out I ſay, leaſt I make garters of your guttes, foote balles of your faces, ho let forth the dogges there. Sirra diſpatch, and call your Myſtreſſe foorth, Or with my Sword Ile ſend thy ſoule to hell. Way way, you may carry the meſſage thether your ſelfe, for poore mens ſoules were made for heauen, and the rich for hell. What noyſe is this, what meaneth you thus to aſſault a hapleſſe Ladies houſe? Annetta my faire loue, my hartes ſole Queene, Auaunt diſhoneſt man, diſturber of the poore: I know thy drift, I know Fortunio comes, To heape diſhonor on my hapleſſe houſe: But you may be gone and get you to your reſt, For no man entreth theſe doores this night. Seize I this haggard Ile make her ſtoope. Heaue me the doores from of the hinges ſtraight. VVho liftes his handes to force theſe barred doores. Shall buy his raſhnes with his deareſt blood. VVhat hath ſhe champions to reſiſt vs then? I, ſuch as ſcorne to be diſgrac'd by thee: Downe with the ſlaues, fellowes beat them down. Giue light. Fortunio is ſlayne Souldiers, goe rayſe the watch. The Prince is hurt, Zepheronus and Orphinio flye a pace. My ſences fayles, O helpe me to my bed. Leane on my ſhoulder and let vs goe. Theſe are the Traitors Seruio, laie hands on them. VVhoes this, Orphinio and Zepheronus., The ſonnes of Briſhio, performers of this deede. Goe Seruio keepe them cloſe, tell I enforme the Duke. And viſit young Fortunio in his bed. VVhat ho Phillyda my gerle come forth here. VVhat would my father? Go take theſe priſoners, & ſee thou keep them cloſe Locke them in the vpper loft till I returne. Vſe vs like gentlemen we craue no more. Vſe you like knaues, for you deſerue no leſſe, go get you hence. So now ſhall I ſee the end of Briſhioes race, Now ſhal Sempronioes death be well reuenged. Firſt will I goe to the Duke, and there procure their death, And haſt againe to ſee their execution done.