Dekker, Thomas · published 1607 · first performed or written 1606 [c.1606-1607] (Annals) history; allegory · Prince Henry's Men unassigned nearest T17 Eastern conquest: Persians, Turks and so · 494 words
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Counsel from Heaven! None this shall overwhelm: Brave voyage! Rig out ships, and fetch a Realm. You arrive on a blessed shore. The freight you bring Is good: it will be bought up of us all With our dear bloods: be constant, do not warp In this your zeal to Babylon. Grave Palmio, To you I have unladen even my soul, The wings from home that brought me had sick feathers, Some you have pulled off: my own country grass Was to my feet sharp needle's (stuck upright) I tread on downe-beds now. But are your countrymen (I mean those that in thought with us feast richly) Fed with the course bread of affliction still? Still father Palmio still, and to relieve them I dare do what I told you. Noble valour! So that I might but read on yonder scrolls, A warrant writ under the seal of Heaven, To justify the Act. You have my hand, And shall have more. You're reconciled (Son?) Yes. Who did confess you? Father Hannibal. But did the Nuntio Campeggio Present your letters, and your vowed service At Babylon. He did: I sued out warrant For passage safely thither: and from grave Como (One of the capital Columns of the state) This I received. He sends you here good welcome; 'Tis strong; why went you not? I like it not: There wants a convoy of some better words, Which hourly I expect: upon a Sea So dangerous, so full of rocks, so narrow, (Albeit the venture holy and of honour) I would not gladly sail, without direction Of noble Pilots, home I would not come Basely, but like a glorious voyager. Yea, you do well; the Nuntio Raggazoni! Not know him? Certes no. Come, you shall meet: Monsignor, here's a Gentleman desires To have your arms about him.— Willingly. He undertakes an action full of merit, Sans promise or reward, to cure all those Through Fairy land, that are diseased within, And he will do't, by letting one vein blood. Shoots he at highest? Yes. Draw home, and give Your arrows compass, that until they fall Full on the head, none see them: you do well: My hands are yours: good speed.— Campeggio? Now shall you hear some news. I do assure you, The Mistress of us all, hath on this paper Breathed you a blessing: your devotion Is recommended highly, and to nourish The flames new kindled in you, here's more fuel, Licence to go and come, in verbo imperatrieis per omnes juris-dictiones Babilonicas absque impedimento. Good: would it had come sooner. Why? 'Tis general, Exceeding absolute and peremptory. It gives me my full sail: but by deep vows, I am to travel lower, yet if season Beat me not back, I will to Babylon, What rubs soe'er I meet in letters still, I'll kiss her sacred hand. You change not bias. Oh good sir, yonder is the goal I run for! Lend me your speeches both.
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Counsell from Heauen! None this shall ouer-whelme: Braue voyage! Rig out ships, and fetch a Realme. You ariue on a blest shore. The freight you bring Is good: it will be bought vp of vs all With our deere blouds: be constant, doe not warpe In this your zeale to Babilon. Graue Palmio, To you I haue vnladen euen my soule, The wings frō home that brought me had sick feathers, Some you haue puld off: my owne countrey grasse Was to my feet sharpe needels (stucke vpright) I tread on downe-beds now. But are your countreymen (I meane those that in thought with vs feast richly) Fed with the course bread of affliction still? Still father Palmio still, and to relieue them I dare doe what I told you. Noble valour! So that I might but read on yonder scrolls, A warrant writ vnder the seale of Heauen, To justifie the Act. You haue my hand, And shall haue more. Y'are reconcil'de (Sonne?) Yes. Who did confesse you? Father Anniball. But did the Nuntio Campeggio Present your letters, and your vowed seruice At Babylon. He did: I sued out warrant For passage safely thither: and from graue Com (One of the capitall Columnes of the state) This I receiued. He sends you here good welcome; 'Tis strong; why went you not? I like it not: There wants a conuoy of some better words, Which hourely I expect: vpon a Sea So dangerous, so full of rockes, so narrow, (Albeit the venture holy and of honour) I would not gladly sayle, without direction Of noble Pilots, home I would not come Basely, but like a glorious voyager. Yea, you do well; the Nuntio Raggazoni! Not know him? Certes no. Come, you shall meete: Monsignor, here's a Gentleman desires To haue your armes about him.— Willingly. He vndertakes an action full of merit, Sans promise or reward, to cure all those Through Fairie land, that are diseas'd within, And he will doo't, by letting one veine bloud. Shootes he at highest? Yes. Draw home, and giue Your arrowes compasse, that vntill they fall Full on the head, none see them: you do well: My hands are yours: good speede.— Campeggio? Now shall you heare some newes. I doe assure you, The Mistris of vs all, hath on this paper Breath'd you a blessing: your deuotion Is recommended highly, and to nourish The flames new kindled in you, here's more fewell, Licence to go and come, in verbo imperatrieis per omnes Iuris-dictiones Babilonicas abs que impedimento. Good: would it had come sooner. Why? 'Tis generall, Exceeding absolute and peremptorie. It giues me my ful saile: but by deepe vows, I am to trauell lower, yet if season Beat me not backe, I will to Babylon, What rubs soe're I meete in letters still, Ile kisse her sacred hand. You change not byas. Oh good sir, yonder is the goale I run for! Lend me your speeches both.