A Larum for London, or The Siege of Antwerp · chunk 22 of 25
Anonymous · published 1602 · first performed or written 1599 [c.1594-1600] (Annals) history · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men unassigned nearest T8 Captains, gallants and cheats · 484 words
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Well, have seen the day Captain, you had rather been a cutting throats, then at a Mass, 'twas not devotion drove you to the place: so Captain, Captain, the world is turned: do you remember the groat they offered me, when you came to train Soldiers? ha, give him a groat? ha, ha, I have since that seen their Mistress's setting-stick lugged by a lousy Lackey, as naked as a new shaved Water-dog: & Lord why went you to the friary? why to the Friary? What should I do when the poor Wallons fighting at the Trenches, The Spaniards entering on the counterscarp, Had not a Soldier sent to second them. The great swollen bellied Burghers get brown Bills, As to drive rascal beggars from their doors; The madding people so amazed with fear, That turning head with every little noise, Stopped up the entrance of the streets with throngs, That when Count Egmont, Hawry and the rest, Called to the Burghers for supplies of men, The uncertain murmur of the multitude, Increased but the confusion of the town: The villainous and dastard recreant Almains, Kneel to the Spaniards, casting down their arms. A those Almains, those Almains, they cried live Spaniards: a vengeance take them, they were called high Almains, but they are low enough now; for a number of them are cut off by the waste: you may call them blanched Almains and you will, for their guts are blanched about their heels. By these disorders of witless Townsmen, Perceiving that the Spaniards would prevail; What should I do but shift to save my life? Capt.. your life's in as great danger now as ere it was, The Spaniard is as cruel in cold blood as ere he was; O Captain, Captain, where is Antwerp now? It is my native place, where should I then be free, If made a slave, where I was freely borne? there's not a town almost in Brabant now, That gives a man the safety of a night: What should we then do living: Have you and I seen that, that we have seen, And come to this? If you reserve the courage you were wont, Of a brave Soldier and a Gentleman, Let's do something yet worthy the talking of, I have won a company of poor hurt Soldiers, Yet able to weld weapons and to fight. And we will follow you, live or die: Love life and love death. Through Alva's quarter. Why bravely spoke, If you will take such part then as we do, Help me to lead these straggling companies, And we'll amongst their quarters ere we die. My hand and heart, and do engage my soul. Why then come lads; why this is resolved like men, If we must go, we'll go together then. Confess ye slave where thou hast hid thy money, Or we will hang thee on a Gibbet straight.
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Well, haue seene the day Captaine, you rather been a cting throates, then at a Masse, was not deion draue you to the place: so Captaine, Captaine, the world is turn'd: doe you remember the groate they offered me, when you came to trayne Soldiers? ha, giue him a groate? ha, ha, I haue since that seene their Mistresses by a lowzy Lackey, as naked as a new shau'd Water-dog: & Lord why went you to the Fryery? why to the Fryerie? What should I doe when the poore Wallons fighting at the Trenches, The Spaniards entring on the counterscarfe, Had not a Soldier sent to second them. The great swolne bellyed Burgers get browne Billes, As to driue rascall beggers from their doores; The madding people so amaz'd with feare, That turning head with euery little noise, Stopt vp the entrance of the streetes with throngs, That when Count Egmont, Hauury and the rest, Call'd to the Burgers for supplyes of men, The vncertaine murmure of the multitude, Increast but the confusion of the towne: The villanous and dastard recreant Almaines, Kneele to the Spaniards, casting downe their armes. A those Almaines, those Almaines, they cryed liue Spaniards: a vengeance take them, they were cal'd hygh Almaines, but they are low enough now; for a number of them are cut off by the waste: you may call them blanch'd Almaines and you wil, for their guts are blanch'd about their heeles. By these disorders of witlesse Townes-men, Perceiuing that the Spaniards would preuaile; What should I doe but shift to saue my life? Capt. your life's in as great danger now as ere it was, The Spaniard is as cruell in colde bloud as ere he was; O Captaine, Captaine, where is Antwerpe now? It my natiue place, where should I then be free, If made a slue, where I was freelie borne? Ther's not a towne almost in Brabant now, That giues a man the safet of a night: What should we then doe liuing: Haue you and I seene that, that we haue seene, And come to this? If you reserue the courage you were wont, Of a braue Soldier and a Gentleman, Let's doe something yet worthy the talking of, I haue wonne a companie of poore hurt Soldiers, Yet able to welde weapons and to fight. And we will follow you, liue or dye: Loue life and loue death. Through Aluas quarter. Why brauely spoke, If you will take such part then as we doe, Helpe me to leade these stragling companies, And wee'll amongst their quarters ere we dye. My hand and heart, and doe engage my soule. Why then come lads; why this is resolu'd like men, If we must goe, wee'll goe together then. Confesse ye slaue where thou hast hid thy money, Or we will hang thee on a Gibbet straight.