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 · 462 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T50: sea, honour, general, soldiers, men, ship, fight, soldier, king, vittori.
Away, away, hoist sails up and away. A world of men and wealth lost in one day. Shoot, shoot, they answer, brave: more Linstocks: shoot: This stratage dropt downe from in fi. Board, board, hoist more sail up▪ they fly, shoot, Shoot. We never held a royal Court till now: (Warriors) would it not seem most glorious, To have ambassadors to greet us thus? Our chair of state, a drum: for sumptuous robes Ruffling about vs, heads in glo Of bright reflecting steel: for revellers (Treading soft ) Trust me, I like the martial life so well, I could change Cou , 'tis a brave life: methinks it best becomes A Prince to My fellow soldier: I dare swear you'll fight, To the last man, your Captain being in fight. To the last lest man's little finger. What flames through all your blood your breath inspires For that we come not: no breast here wants fires. 'twas kindled in their cradles, strength, courage, zeal, Meet in each bosom like a threefold flood, We come with yours to venture our own blood. For you and we are fellows; thus appears it, The soldier keeps the crown on, the prince wears it. Of all men you we hold the most most dear, But for a soldier I had not been here. Do not their guns offend you? How? we are tried, wh'im'e borne a soldier by the father's side. The Cannon (thunders Zany) plays to us, Soft musics tunes, and more melodious: And me more rarely like, because all these, That now can speak the language of stern war, Could not speak swords, or guns, nay scarce could go, Nay were not borne, but like to new sown grain Lay hid i'th' mould, when we went to be crowned, though now theyare tall corn fields, covering the ground. Room, room, news, news, the youngest news that ever was brought forth amongst men at Arms: a woman (sweet mistress) is brought to bed of a man child i'th' Camp: a boy that looks as if he would shoot off already: the bed they have swaddled him in, is the piece of an old torn Ancient: his blankets are two soldiers Mandelions: his cradle is the hollow backe-peece of a rusty Armour: his head lies in a Murrain that's quilted to keep him warm, the first thing that ever he laid hold on, was a truncheon, on which a Captain leaned to look upon him, he'll be a warrior I warrant. A Can of beer is set to his mouth already, yet I doubt he'll prove but a victualer to the Camp: A notable fat double-chind bulchin. A child borne in our Camp! go give him fame, Let him be Beria called, by the Camps name.
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Away, away, hoise sailes vp and away. A world of men and wealth lost in one day. Shoot, shoot, they answer▪ brau mre Linstocks: shoot: This stratage dropt downe from in fi. Board, board, hoyse more saile vp▪ thy flie, shoot, Shoot. We neuer held a royal Court till now: (Warriours) would no st glorious, To haue Embassado to Our of state▪ a dru for Ruffling about vs, heads in glo Of bright reflecting stle: for (Treading soft ) Trust me, I like the all life wll, I could change Cou , Tis a braue life: Me thinkes it best beco A Prince to My fellow souldier: I dare sweare youl'e fight, To the last man, your Captaine being in fight. To the last least mans little finger. What through all your bloud your breth inspir For that we come not: no brest heere wants fires. Twas kined in their cradles, strength, courage, zeale, Meete in each bosome like a three-fold floud, We come with yours to venture our owne bloud. For you and we are fellowes; thus appeares it, The souldier keeps the crowne on, the prince weares it. Of all men you we hold the most most deere, But for a souldier I had not beene heere. Doe not their gunnes offend you? How? we are tried, wh'im'e borne a souldier by the fathers side. The Cannon (thunders Zany) playes to vs, Soft musikes tunes, and more mellodious: And me more rarely like, because all these, That now can speake the language of sterne warre, Could not speake swords, or guns, nay scarce could go, Nay were not borne, but like to new sowne graine Lay hid i'th mold, when we went to be crown'd, Tho now th'are tall corne fields, couering the ground. Roome, roome, newes, newes, the youngest newes that euer was brought forth amonst men at Armes: a woman (sweete mistris) is brought to bed of a man childe it'h Camp: a boy that lookes as if he would shoote off already: the bed they haue swadled him in, is the peece of an old torne Ancient: his blankets are two souldiers Mandilions: his cradle is the hollow backe-peece of a rustie Armour: his head lies in a Murren thats quilted to keepe him warme, the first thing that euer he laid hold on, was a truncheon, on which a Captaine leand to looke vpon him, hee'le bee a warriour I warrant. A Can of beere is set to his mouth already, yet I doubt hee'le prooue but a victualer to the Camp: A notable fat double-chind bulchin. A child borne in ou Camp! goe giue him fame, Let him be Beria cald, by the Campes name.