Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written 1599 (Annals) history · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men unassigned nearest T8 Captains, gallants and cheats · 491 words · other edition — not in the analysis
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The Duke of Gloucester, to whom the Order of the Siege is given, is altogether directed by an Irish man, a very valiant Gentleman i'faith. It is Captain Makmorrice, is it not? I think it be. By Jesus he is an Ass, as in the World, I will verify as much in his Beard: he has no more directions in the true disciplines of the Wars, look you, of the Roman disciplines, then is a Puppy-dog. Here a comes, and the Scots Captain, Captain Iamy, with him. Captain Iamy is a marvelous valorous Gentleman, that is certain, and of great expedition and knowledge in th' aunchiant Wars, upon my particular knowledge of his directions: by Jesus he will maintain his Argument as well as any Military man in the World, in the disciplines of the Pristine Wars of the Romans. I say day, Captain Fluellen. God-den to your Worship, good Captain James. How now Captain Mackmorrice, have you quit the mines? have the pioneers given o'er? By Christ Law tish ill done: the Work is give over, the Trumpet sound the Retreat. By my Hand I swear, and my father's Soul, the Work is ill done: it is give over: I would have blowed up the Town, so Christ save me law, in an hour. O 'Tish ill done, 'Tish ill done: by my Hand tish ill done. Captain Mackmorrice, I beseech you now, will you vouchsafe me, look you, a few disputations with you, as partly touching or concerning the disciplines of the War, the Roman Wars, in the way of Argument, look you, and friendly communication: partly to satisfy my Opinion, and partly for the satisfaction, look you, of my Mind: as touching the direction of the Military discipline, that is the Point. It fall be vary good, good faith, good Captains bathe, and I fall quit you with good leave, as I may pick occasion: that fall I marry. It is no time to discourse, so Christ save me: the day is hot, and the Weather, and the Wars, and the King, and the Dukes: it is no time to discourse, the Town is beseeched: and the Trumpet call us to the breech, and we talk, and be Christ do nothing, 'tis shame for us all: so God sa'me t is shame to stand still, it is shame by my hand: and there is Throats to be cut, and Works to be done, and there is nothing done, so Christ sa'me law. By the Mes, ere these eyes of mine take themselves to slumber, ail de good service, or I'll lig i' th' grund for it; ay, or go to death: and I'll paid as valorously as I may, that fall I surely do, that is the brief and the long: marry, I wouldhave full feign heard some question 'tween you twain. Captain Mackmorrice, I think, look you, under your correction, there is not many of your Nation.
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The Duke of Glouceſter, to whom the Order of the Siege is giuen, is altogether directed by an Iriſh man, a very valiant Gentleman yfaith. It is Captaine Makmorrice, is it not? I thinke it be. By Cheſhu he is an Aſſe, as in the World, I will verifie as much in his Beard: he ha's no more directions in the true diſciplines of the Warres, looke you, of the Roman diſciplines, then is a Puppy-dog. Here a comes, and the Scots Captaine, Captaine Iamy, with him. Captaine Iamy is a maruellous falorous Gentleman, that is certain, and of great expedition and knowledge in th' aunchiant Warres, vpon my particular knowledge of his directions: by Cheſhu he will maintaine his Argument as well as any Militarie man in the World, in the diſciplines of the Priſtine Warres of the Romans. I ſay gudday, Captaine Fluellen. Godden to your Worſhip, good Captaine Iames. How now Captaine Mackmorrice, haue you quit the Mynes? haue the Pioners giuen o're? By Chriſh Law tiſh ill done: the Worke iſh giue ouer, the Trompet ſound the Retreat. By my Hand I ſweare, and my fathers Soule, the Worke iſh ill done: it iſh giue ouer: I would haue blowed vp the Towne, ſo Chriſh ſaue me law, in an houre. O tiſh ill done, tiſh ill done: by my Hand tiſh ill done. Captaine Mackmorrice, I beſeech you now, will you voutſafe me, looke you, a few diſputations with you, as partly touching or concerning the diſciplines of the Warre, the Roman Warres, in the way of Argument, looke you, and friendly communication: partly to ſatisfie my Opinion, and partly for the ſatisfaction, looke you, of my Mind: as touching the direction of the Militarie diſcipline, that is the Point. It fall be vary gud, gud feith, gud Captens bath, and I fall quit you with gud leue, as I may pick occaſion: that fall I mary. It is no time to diſcourſe, ſo Chriſh ſaue me: the day is hot, and the Weather, and the Warres, and the King, and the Dukes: it is no time to diſcourſe, the Town is beſeech'd: and the Trumpet call vs to the breech, and we talke, and be Chriſh do nothing, tis ſhame for vs all: ſo God ſa'me tis ſhame to ſtand ſtill, it is ſhame by my hand: and there is Throats to be cut, and Workes to be done, and there iſh nothing done, ſo Chriſt ſa'me law. By the Mes, ere theiſe eyes of mine take themſelues to ſlomber, ayle de gud ſeruice, or Ile ligge i' th' grund for it; ay, or goe to death: and Ile pay't as valorouſly as I may, that fal I ſuerly do, that is the breff and the long: mary, I wad full faine heard ſome queſtion tween you tway. Captaine Mackmorrice, I thinke, looke you, vnder your correction, there is not many of your Nation.