A Larum for London, or The Siege of Antwerp · chunk 21 of 25
Anonymous · published 1602 · first performed or written 1599 [c.1594-1600] (Annals) history · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men unassigned nearest T50 Fleets, armies and generals: war by sea · 480 words
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Like maimed men let's pass out one by one, The safest way and with the least suspect. Dissevering of ourselves, and known for Wallons, there's not a man of us shall pass the gates. And if we troup thus as we do together, We shall be put to sword immediately. It were best to seek some low part of the wall, On the moat side, and so escape by swimming. The Courts of guard, and Sentinels are kept, And there's no hope of that. Hark you hark you, whether will you fly? I would know that; 'sblood whether? whether? ha; where will you be relieved? there's not a town dare receive you: the Spaniard has all the country; you cannot straggle a foot out of the walls, but your throats are cut; what have you to carry with you, but your scurvy notched limbs? you damned rogues, whether will you go, to feed Wolves? A you whoreson rascals; and though these villanos Burghers have (by their own security been the destruction of the City, a pox on them: yet it will be laid to our charge, because we were in it. By the mass the old Lieutenant says true, it will be so indeed. You are all Wallons, but in the miserablest case that ever poor slaves were in: for you see, that if any man hate a man, call him but Wallon, the Spaniards cut his throat, what countryman soe'er he be Nay it is very true, it is most sure: The Dutch on the other side, they hate you worse than Devils, because the Spaniards entered where you kept the Trenches. villains do questionless, nay it is certain. What will you do then? here is my poor stump and I have stumbled through a thousand shot, & yet we halt together; there was never one poor piece of Timber has been so singed as it has been: 'sblood it has been four times a fire under me, and yet we scramble together trotting, trotting: You'll be starved every mothers Son of ye, and worried with dogs, and yet you'll fly. Why Lieutenant Vaughan, what would ye have us do? Die like men, what should we do, if there were any hope of safety but there is not, there is not. Lieutenant Vaughan, lead us, and we'll follow you to the death. we'll not forsake you to the last gasp. Yes, I'll halt before you, follow me as straight as you can. Yes, and cut some of their throats before we die. They say the Spaniards and their whores are at dice upon the Change: I'll lay my wooden leg afore them, cast at it who will; but who stands there? It is Lieutenant Vaughan as I take it, Lieutenant what news? What news quoth our Captain! where have you been? I took the friary to escape the Spaniards.
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Like maymed men let's passe out one by one, The safest way and with the least suspect. Disseuering of ourselues, and knowne for Wallons, ther's not a man of vs shal passe the gates. And if we troope thus as we doe together, We shall be put to swoord immediately. It were best to seeke some low part of the wall, On the moate side, and so escape by swimming. The Courts of guard, and Sentenels are kept, And there's no hope of that. Harke you hark you, whether wil you flye? I wold know that; sbloud whether? whether? ha; where will you be releiu'd? there's not a towne dare receiue you: the Spaniard has all the country; you cannot stragle a foote out of the walles, but your throates are cut; what haue you to carry with you, but your scuruie notch'd limmes? you damn'd roagues, whether will you goe, to feede Wolues? A you whorson rascals; and though these villanos Burgers haue (by their owne securitie beene the destruction of the Cittie, a pox on them: yet it will bee laide to our charge, because we were in it. By the mas the olde Lieuetenant sayes true, it wil be so indeed. You are all Wallons, but in the miserablest case that euer poore slaues were in: for you see, that if any man hate a man, call him but Wallon, the Spaniards cut his throate, what country-man so ere he be▪ Nay it is very true, it is most sure: The Dutch on the other side, they hate you worse then Deuils, because the Spaniards entred where you kept the Trenches. Villaines doe questionles, nay it is certaine. What will you doe then? here is my poore stumpe and I haue stumbled through a thousand shot, & yet we halt together; there was neuer one poore peece of Timber has been so sindg'd as it has been: bloud it has been foure times a fire vnder me, and yet we scramble together trotting, trotting: You'll bee staru'd euerie mothers Sonne of yee, and worried with dogs, and yet you'll flye. Why Lieuetenant Vaughan, what would yee haue vs doe? Dye like men, what should we doe, if there were any hope of safety but there is not, there is not. Leiuetenant Vaughan, leade vs, and wee'll follow you to the death. Wee'll not forsake you to the last gaspe. Yes, Ile halt before you, follow mee as straight as you can▪ Yes, and cut some of their throates before wee dye. They say the Spaniards and their whoores are at dice vpon the Change: Ile lay my wodden legge afore them, cast at it who will; but who stands there? It is Leiuetenant Vaughan as I take it, Leiuetenant what newes? What newes quoth our Captaine! where haue you been? I tooke the Friery to escape the Spaniards.