Dekker, Thomas · published 1607 · first performed or written 1606 [c.1606-1607] (Annals) history; allegory · Prince Henry's Men T50 Fleets, armies and generals: war by sea typicality 0.78 · 484 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T50: sea, honour, general, soldiers, men, ship, fight, soldier, king, vittori.
Let it come on: our General leads above them, Earthquakes may kingdoms move, but not remove them, Fideli. He yonder, he that plays the fiend at sea, The little Captain that's made all of fire, Swears (Flemming-like) by twenty thousand Devils, If our tongues walk thus, and our feet stand still, So many huge ships near our coasts are come, An Oyster-boate of ours will scarce find room. He swears the winds have got the sails with child, With such big bellies, all the linen's gone, To find them linen and in Babylon, That there's not one rag left, Why swells this fleet? Thus they give out, that you sent forth a Drake, Which from their rivers beat their waterfowl, Tore silver feathers from their fairest Swans, And plucked the Haltions' wings that rove at sea, And made their wilde-duckes under-water dive, So long, that some never came up alive. This Sea-pie Babylon, her bug Bear calls, For when her bastards cry, let the nurse cry But this, the Drake comes, they hush presently, For him they'll cudgel us: will you ha' the troth? That scarlet-whore is thirsty and no blood, But yours, and ours (sweet maid) can do her good. That drake shall out again: to counsel Lords. Come, come, short counsel: better get long swords. Good Lady dread not you, what ere befall. we'll die first, yours is the last funeral: away, away, away. Posts, posts, call messengers, posts with all speed. How? fear? why should white bosoms. Fear a Tyrant's Arm? Tyrant's may kill us, but not do us harm. Are we your prisoners that you guard us thus? Stay, And you too, we are alone: when last We entertained your speech (as we remember) Close trains and dangerous you did discover To fire which you were prayed. I was. And yielded. Albeit it were against our life. Most true:— my reasons.— We forget them not: at that time Here was but one, (true) but one counsellor, Who stood aloof, heard nothing; and though abloud Of courser veins than ours, would have been stirred Into a sea tempestuous to boil up, And drown the pilot that durst sail so far, Yet of our princely grace (though 'twas not sit, Nor stood with wisdom) did we silence it. These heaped favours, notwithstanding (Doctor) 'tis in our ear: the hammers lie not still, But that new clubs of iron are forging now, To bruise our bones, and that yourself do know, The very anvil where they work. I. Hear us, because 'tis thought some of those worser spirits, And most malignant that at midnight rise To blast our Fairy circles by the Moon, Are your Familiars. Madam. Sir anon. Thee therefore I conjure (if not by faith, Oathed allegiance, nor thy conscience, Perhaps this rankling ulcerateth them) Yet by thy hopes of bliss, tell, and tell true, Who is't must let us blood?
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Let it come on: our Generall leades aboue them, Earth-quakes may kingdomes mooue, but not remooue them, Fideli. He yonder, he that playes the fiend at sea, The little Captaine that's made all of fire, Sweares (Flemming-like) by twenty thousand Diuels, If our tongues walke thus, and our feete stand still, So many huge ships neere our coasts are come, An Oyster-boate of ours will scarce finde roome. He sweares the windes haue got the sailes with childe, With such big bellies, all the linnen's gone, To finde them linnen and in Babylon, That ther's not one ragge left, Why swels this fleete? Thus they giue out, that you sent forth a Drake, Which from their riuers beate their water-fowle, Tore siluer feathers from their fairest Swannes, And pluckt the Halcions winges that roue at sea, And made their wilde-duckes vnder-water diue, So long, that some neuer came vp aliue. This Sea-pie Babylon, her bug Beare calles, For when her bastards cry, let the nurse cry But this, the Drake comes, they hush presently, For him thei'le cudgell vs: will you ha the troth? That scarlet-whore is thirstie and no bloud, But yours, and ours (sweete maide) can doe her good. That drake shal out againe: to counsel Lords. Come, come, short counsell: better get long swordes. Good Lady dread not you, what ere befall. Weel'e die first, yours is the last funeral: away, away, away. Posts, posts, cal messengers, posts with al speed. How? feare? why should white bosomes. Feare a Tyrants Arme? Tyrants may kill vs, but not doe vs harme. Are we your prisoners that you garde vs thus? Stay, And you too, we are alone: when last We entertaynd your speech (as we remember) Close traines and dangerous you did discouer To fire which you were praid. I was. And yeelded. Albeit it were against our life. Most true:—my reasons.— We forget them not: at that time Here was but one, (true) but one counceller, Who stood aloofe, heard nothing; and though abloud Of courser veines then ours, would haue beene stird Into a sea tempestuous to boyle vp, And drowne the Pilate that durst saile so farre, Yet of our princely grace (tho twas not sitte, Nor stood with wisdome) did we silence it. These heaped fauours, notwithstanding (Doctor) Tis in our eare: the hammers lie not still, But that new clubs of iron are forging now, To bruise our bones, and that your selfe doe knowe, The very Anuile where they worke. I. Heare vs, because tis thought some of those worser spirits, And most malignant that at midnight rise To blast our Faiery circles by the Moone, Are your Familiars. Madam. Sir anone. Thee therefore I coniure (if not by faith, Oathed allegeance, nor thy conscience, Perhaps this ranckling vlcerateth them) Yet by thy hopes of blisse, tell, and tell true, Who i'st must let vs bloud?