Dekker, Thomas · published 1607 · first performed or written 1606 [c.1606-1607] (Annals) history; allegory · Prince Henry's Men T55 Fairies, fairy queens and enchanted desi typicality 0.80 · 462 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T55: fairy, fairies, oberon, mopsus, queen, land, grace, babylon, mab, thestylis.
Let's hear no more. And that all Potentates that tread on earth, With our abominations should be drunk, And be by us undone. we'll hear no more. You have thrust Furies whips into our hands. Say but the word, and we'll turn home your wrongs, In torn and bloody colours. All her bowers, Shall like burnt offerings purge away (in fire) Her lands pollution. Let's to arms. Stay: hear me: Her kingdom wears a girdle wrought of waves, Set thick with precious stones, that are so charmed, No rocks are of more force: her Fairies hearts, Lie in enchanted towers (impregnable) No engine scales them. Therefore go you three, Draw all your faces sweetly, let your brows Be sleekd, your cheeks in dimples, give out smiles, Your voices string with silver, woo (like lovers) Swear you have hills of pearl: show her the world, And say she shall have all, so she will kneel And do us reverence: but if she grow nice, Dissemble, flatter, stoop to lick the dust She goes upon, and (like to serpents) creep Upon your bellies, in humility; And beg she would but with us join a league, To wed her land to ours: our blessing, go. When mines are to be blown up, men dig low. And so will we. Prosper: till this sun set The beams that from us shoot, seem counterfeit. This physic cures not me. Nor me. Nor vs. It is not strong of poison, to fetch up That's baked within: my gall is overflown, My blood grown rank and foul: An inflammation Of rage, and madness so burns up my liver, That even my heartstrings crack (as in a furnace) And all my nerves into my eyeballs shrink, To shoot those bullets, and my brains at once Against her soul that has half damned us: falls Fetched high, and near to heaven, light on no ground, But in hell's bottom, take their first rebound. Such are our falls: we once had mountaine-growth, With Pines and Cedars. Now with none of both. I could be glad to lose the divine office Of my creation, to be turned into A dog, so I might lick up but her blood, That thrusts us from our vineyards. So could all. Revenge were milk to vs. Manna. And it shall. But how? we will not (as the head supreme Over all nations, counseleth) lick the dust The Fairy treads on, nor (like serpents) creep Upon our bellies in humility: This were (with Fencers) basely to give ground, When the first bout may speed: or to sound parley, Whilst they within, get swords to cut our throats: No, we'll at one blow strike the heart through. How? By poniards. No. Poison. No. Treason. Neither. How (reverend Como) then?
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Lets heare no more. And that all Potentates that tread on earth, With our abhominations should be drunke, And be by vs vndone. Weele heare no more. You haue thrust Furies whips into our hands. Say but the word, and weele turne home your wrōgs, In torne and bloody collours. All her bowers, Shall like burnt offerings purge away (in fire) Her lands pollution. Let's to armes. Stay: heare me: Her kingdome weares a girdle wrought of waues, Set thicke with pretious stones, that are so charm'd, No rockes are of more force: her Fairies hearts, Lie in inchanted towers (impregnable) No egine scales them. Therefore goe you three, Draw all your faces sweetly, let your browes Be sleekd, your cheekes in dimples, giue out smiles, Your voyces string with siluer, wooe (like louers) Sweare you haue hils of pearle: shew her the world, And say shee shall haue all, so shee will kneele And doe vs reuerence: but if shee grow nice, Dissemble, flatter, stoope to licke the dust Shee goes vpon, and (like to serpents) creepe Vpon your bellies, in humilitie; And beg shee would but with vs ioyne a league, To wed her land to ours: our blessing, goe. When mines are to be blowne vp, men dig low. And so will wee. Prosper: till this sunne set The beames that from vs shoot, seeme tountefet. This physicke cures not me. Nor me. Nor vs. It is not strong of poyson, to fetch vp Thats bak't within: my gall is ouerflowne, My blood growne ranke and fowle: An inflamation Of rage, and madnes so burnes vp my liuer, That euen my heart-strings cracke (as in a furnace) And all my nerues into my eye-balles shrinke, To shoot those bullets, and my braines at once Against her soule that ha's halfe dambd vs: falls Fetcht hie, and neare to heauen, light on no ground, But in hels bottome, take their first rebound. Such are our falles: we once had mountaine-growth, With Pines and Cedars. Now with none of both. I could be glad to loose the diuine office Of my creation, to be turn'd into A dogge, so I might licke vp but her blood, That thrusts vs from our vineyards. So could all. Reuenge were milke to vs. Manna. And it shall. But how? wee will not (as the head supreame Ouer all nations, counselleth) licke the dust The Faierie treads on, nor (like serpents) creepe Vpon our bellies in humilitie: This were (with Fencers) basely to giue ground, When the first bowt may speed: or to sound parly, Whilst they within, get swords to cut our throats: No, weele at one blow strike the heart through. How? By ponyards. No. Poyson. No. Treason. Neither. How (reuerend Como) then?