Dekker, Thomas · published 1607 · first performed or written 1606 [c.1606-1607] (Annals) history; allegory · Prince Henry's Men unassigned nearest T5 Christian faith, sin and salvation · 469 words
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They shall. 'T done already. To be sure You all are ours, bow and adore the beast; On whom we ride. We fall beneath his feet. Be blessed, obedience is in sons most sweet, O strange, to you he stoops as you before him, Humility, he bows whilst you adore him: To kindle lusty fires in all your blood, A health to all, and as our cup goes round, Draw near, we'll mark you for our chosen flock, Who builds on hearts confirmed, builds on a rock: The seal of heaven! who on their foreheads wear it, We choose for counsel: on their hands who bear it, We mark for Action: here, a health to all. Brave health! to pledge it, see Kings prostrate fall. On: All: On: Sing war thy loud and loftiest notes. We win; our ships meet none but fisher-boats. What if I show you a foundation, Firm as earths fixed Centre? a strong warrant, To strike the head off, an In unction That bids me do't: A dispensation For what I do: A pardon signed, that gives Indulgence plenaris, and full remission (For any criminal breach of the highest Law) After 'tis done: nay more, a voice as clear As that of Angels, which proclaims the act, Good, honourable, meritorious, Lawful, and pious, what if I show you this? Come, come, you cannot, then let riotous heirs beg patents to kill fathers: grant but this Murder may be a fair Monopoly, And Princes stabbed by Acts of parliament: Who is't dare that thing meritorious call, Which fiends themselves count diabolical? Your coldness makes me wonder: why should you run up to'th neck, from drowning to save her, That treads upon your head; your throat, to sink you? Say you should wound me; should I (in revenge) Murder myself? for what can be the close But death, dishonour; yea, damnation To an act so base, nay so impossible. Impossible; the parting of the air, Is not more easy: look upon the Court, Through narrow sights, and she's the fairest mark, And soonest hit of any: like the Turk She walks not with a janisarie— Guard, Nor (as the Russian with fowle-big-boand slaves, Strutting on each side with the slicing Axe, Like to a pair of hangmen: no, alas: Her Courts of Guard are Ladies, & sometimes) she's in the garden with as small a train, As is the Sun in heaven: and our Access, May then as easy be as that of Clients, To Lawyers out of term— time. Grant all this: Nay, say the blow were given: how would you scape? Oh sir, by water.— I but.— Nay, good cousin.— You leap as short at safety, as at star: s By water: why the gates will all be locked, Waiters you must have-none. Hear me.
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They shall. Ti done already. To be sure You all are ours, bow and adore the beast; On whome we ride. We fall beneath his feete. Be blest, obedience is in sonnes most sweete, O strange, to you he stoopes as you before him, Humility, he bowes whilst you adore him: To kindle lustie fires in all your bloud, A health to all, and as our cup goes rownd, Draw neere, weele marke you for our chosen flocke, Who buildes on heartes confirmd, buildes on a rocke: The seale of heauen! who on their foreheads weare it, We choose for counsaile: on their hands who beare it, We marke for Action: Heere, a health to all. Braue health! to pledge it, see Kings prostrate fall▪ On: All: On▪ Sing warre thy lowd and loftiest notes. We winne; our ships meete none but fisher-boates. What if I shewe you a foundation, Firme as earthes fixed Center? a strong warrant, To strike the head off, an In unction That bids me doo't: A dispensation For what I doe: A pardon sign'd, that giues Indulgence , and full remission (For any criminall breach of the highest Law) After 'tis done: nay more, a voice as cleere As that of Angels, which proclaimes the act, Good, honourable, meritorious, Lawfull, and pyous, what if I shew you this? Come, come, you cannot, then let riotous heires beg pattents to kill fathers: graunt but this Murder may be a faire Monopoly, And Princes stab'd by Acts of parliament: Who i'st dare that thing meritorious call, Which feindes themselues count diabolicall? Your coldnes makes me wonder: why should you ronne vp to'th necke, from drowning to saue her, That treades vpon your head; your throat, to sincke you? Say you should wound me; should I (in reuenge) Murder my selfe? for what can be the close But death, dishonour; yea, damnation To an act so base▪ nay so impossible. Impossible; the parting of the ayre, Is not more easy: looke vpon the Court, Through narrowe sights, and shees the fairest make, And soonest hit of any: like the Turke Shee walkes not with a Ianisarie—Guard, Nor (as the Russiā with fowle-big-boand slaues, Strutting on each side with the slicing Axe, Like to a payre of hangmen: no, alas: Her Courts of Guard are Ladies, & sometimes) Shee's in the garden with as small a trayne, As is the Sun in heauen: and our Accesse, May then as easy be as that of Clyents, To Lawyers out of terme—time. Grant all this: Nay, say the blow were giuen: how would you scape? Oh sir, by water.— I but.— Nay, good cozen.— You leape as short at safety, as at starre: s By water: why the gates will all be lockt, Wayters you must haue-none. Heare me.