Dekker, Thomas · published 1607 · first performed or written 1606 [c.1606-1607] (Annals) history; allegory · Prince Henry's Men unassigned nearest T50 Fleets, armies and generals: war by sea · 475 words
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Nay, women sued to us they might be priest. Old grandams that on crutches bear up age, Full nimbly buckled Armours on their sons, And when 'twas on, she clapped him on his back, And spoke thus, run my boy, fight till thouart dead, Thy blood can never be more bravely shed. How are the numbers you have levied? What your sea-forces are, this brief doth speak. We have raised double walls to fence your land. The one the body of a standing Camp, Whose tents by this are pitched in Beria, On the shores point, to bar the foe from footing. Over that Camp at Beria * we create Your Florimell Lieutenant General; The other is to guard your royal person. Whose charge is yours: the sea Fideli, yours. The standing camp of horsemen and of foot, These numbers fill. Lances 253. Horsemen 769. Footmen 22000. The moving Army, which attends on you, Is thus made up: of horsemen & of foot, Lancers 481. Light horsemen 1421. Footmen 34050. We do not raise our hopes on points of spears, A handful is an host, in a good fight, Lambs may beat Lions in a war not right. The General of all armies be our leader, Be full of courage lords as you're in years. For this be sure we'll not outlive our peers. Weele al liue, but wil first haue them b'th cas. Go on, your conduct be the prosperous hand, Make you the sea good, we'll not lose the land. Your Queen will to the field, It shall be said, Once soldiers to their Captain had a Maid. You sweat well in this harvest. Nay, when we come to bind up the whore of Babylon's Punks and Pynaces in sheaves, we'll sweat worse. Have you bestowed the other hands? I have. Incorporate this to you then: 'tis the mandate Of your Lieutenant General. You fight In your great Fairy's quarrel, and Truths right, Stand therefore to't. I will have no wounds on my shoulders, I scorn to run, Or to cry out of warlike kybes in the heel. Go (thou most Godlike maid) & buckle on The breastplates fetched from thine own Armoury, Let every soldier wear one, on each leader Bestow a guiding-staffe, and a strong shield That may as faithful be to his good sword As thou art to his heart: head all the spears With gold of Angell-proofe. Sit like a dove Upon the Horsmans' helm, and on his face Fan with thy silver wings sweet victory, Go, beat thy drum, that men may know thy march, Spread thine own colours (Truth) so let them shine, Soldiers may swear they'll follow none but thine. I fly, swift as the winged wings. Today is workaday with me for all I have my best clothes On, what do you set me to?
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Nay, women sued to vs they might be prest. Old grandams that on crutches beare vp age, Full nimbly buckled Armours on their sonnes, And when twas on, she clapt him on his backe, And spake thus, runne my boye, fight till th'art dead, Thy bloud can neuer be more brauely shed. How are the numbers you haue leuied? What your sea-forces are, this briefe doth speak. We haue rais'd double walls to fence your land. The one the bodie of a standing Camp, Whose tents by this are pitcht in Beria, On the shores point▪ to barre the foe from footing. Ouer that Camp at Beria we create Your Florimell Lieuetenant Generall; The other is to guarde your royall person. Whose charge is yours: the sea Fideli, yours. The standing camp of horsemen and of foote, These numbers fill▪ Launces 253. Horsemen 769. Footemen 22000. The mouing Army, which attends on you, Is thus made vp: of horsmen & of foote, Launcers 481. Light horse-men 1421. Footemen 34050. We do not raise our hopes on points of speares, A handfull is an host, in a good fight, Lambes may beate Lions in a warre not right. The Generall of all armies be our leader, Be full of courage Lor 're in year. For this be sure weele not out-liue our peeres. Weele al liue, but wil first haue them b'th cas. Goe on, your conduct be the prosperous hand, Make you the sea good, weele not loose the land. Your Queene will to the field, It shall be said, Once souldiers to their Captaine had a Maide. You sweate well in this haruest. Nay, when we come to binde vp the whoe of Babilon Punckes and Pynaces in sheaues, weele sweate worse. Haue you bestowed the other handes? I haue. Incorporate this to you then is the mandate Of your Liefetenant Generall. You fight In your great Faieries quarrell, and Truthes right, Stand therefore oo't. I will haue no woundes on my shoulders, I scorn to run, Or to cry out of warlike kybes in the heele. Goe (thou most God-like maide) & buckle on The brest-plates fetcht from thine owne Armoury, Let euery souldier weare one, on each leader Bestowe a guiding-staffe, and a strong shield That may as faithfull be to his good sword As thou art to his heart: head all the speares With gold of Angell-proofe. Sit like a doue Vpon the Horsmans helme, and on his face Fan with thy siluer winges sweete victorie, Goe, beate thy drum, that men may know thy mach, Spread thine owne colours (Truth) so let them shine, Souldiers may sweare thei'le follow none but thine. I flie, swift as the winged winges. Today is workiday with me for all I haue my best clothes On, what doe you set me to?