Dekker, Thomas · published 1607 · first performed or written 1606 [c.1606-1607] (Annals) history; allegory · Prince Henry's Men unassigned nearest T38 Death, parting and grief at court · 493 words
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Thats his name then: Beria, in steede of a Mid ▪ Captaine shall beare him to the Pont, and if there to followe it, they shal who would sweate thus to get for another child? fathers themselues are gu so sometimes, farewel . With roses us you crown, yourself with palm, Had we all wounds, your words are sovereign balm. Are those clouds spersed that strove to dim our light? And driven into the gloomy caves of night. Our hands be heaved up for it. Therers' good cause, weare bowned to do so by the higher laws, Those roaring Whales came with devouring wombs▪ To swallow vp your kingdomes: foolish he ▪ When half of them scarce knew where it did stand, Under what Zenith, did they share your land. At dice they played for fairies, at each cast▪ A Knight at least was lost: what do you set? This Knight cries one (and names him) no, a Lord Or none, 'tis done, he throws and sweeps the board, His hat is fall of Lords upto the brim, The sea threw next at all, won all and him, Would you these Gamesters see now? See now? where? they'll scarce see us, the last sight cost so dear, Bid you me do it, 'tis done, Time takes such pride, To wait on you, he'll lackey by your-side. Those days of their Arrival, battle, flight, And ignominious shipwrecks (like lost Arrows,) Are out of reach: of them the world receives But what Times book shows turning back the leaves, But if you'll see this Concubine of Kings, In her majestic madness with her sons, That hour is now but numbering out in sand, These minutes are not yet run through Time's hand, For you and for your 〈◊〉 sweet delight , I be a glori , Unseen you shall both see and hear these wonders On the green Mount of Truth: let the Army move, And meet you in the vale of Oberon, Your captives are sent thither: quick as thought You shall fly: 〈◊〉 upon my active wings, Time at one instant sees all Courts of Kings. Hence: sting me not: you're Scorpions to my breast, Diseases to my blood: he dies that speaks. You're mad. You're mad. o falls not heaven! Be silent: Be damned for your speech: as you're for Act, You are all black and close conspirators In our disgrace. You lie▪ O horrible? You Rave yet know not why, Thou sayst all's lost. Drowned, burnt, split upon rocks, cast over board, Throats cut by kerns, whose hairs like else-loekes hang, One of those shamrock-eaters at one break fast, Slit fourscore weazand pipes of ours, Of yours: Oquendo burned, Piementelli Slain, Pedro de Valdes ta'en, Could dwarves beat Giants? In one day fell 500: Galleons 15. Drowned at the same time; or which was worser taken, The same day made 1000. prisoners. Yet not a cherry stone of theirs was sunk.
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Thats his name then: Beria, in steede of a Mid ▪ Captaine shall beare him to the Pont, and if there to followe it, they shal who would sweate thus to get for another child? fathers themselues are gu so sometimes, farewel . With roses vs you crowne, your selfe with palme, Had we al woundes, your words are soueraigne balme. Are those clowds sperst that stroue to dimme our light? And driuen into the caues of night. Our handes be hea'd vp for it. Therers good cause, We'are bown'd to doe so by the higher lawes, Those roaring Whales came with deuouring wombes▪ To swallow vp your kingdomes: foolish he ▪ When halfe of them scarce knew where it did stand, Vnder what Zenith, did they share your land. At dice they plaid for , at each cast▪ A Knight at least was lost: what doe you set? This Knight cries one (and names him) no, a Lord Or none, tis done, he throwes and sweepes the bord, His hatte is fall of Lords vpto the brimme, The sea threw next at all, won all and him, Would you these Gamesters see now? See now? where? Thei'le scarce see vs, the last sight cost so deere, Bid you me do it, tis done, Time takes such pride, To waite on ou, heele lackie by your-side. Those daies of their Arriuall, battaile, flight, And ignominious shipwrackes (like lt Arrowes,) Are out of reach: of them the world receaues But what Times booke shewes turning back the leaues, But if you'le see this Concubine of Kinges, In her maiesticke madnes with her sonnes, That houre is now but numbring out in sand, These minutes are not yet run through Times hand, For you and for your delight , I be a glori , Vnseene you shall see and heare these On the greene Mount of Trueth the Armie moue, And meete you in the vale of , Your captiues are sent thither: quicke thought You shall : vpon my actiue winges, Time at one instt sees all Courts of King. Hence: sting me not: y'are Scorpions to my brest, Diseases to my bloud: he dies that speakes. Y'are madde. Y'are madde. ô falles not heauen! Be silent: Be damned for your speech: as y'are for Act, You are all blacke and close conspirators In our disgrace. You lie▪ O horrible? You Raue yet know not why, Thou saist all's lost. Drownd, burnt, split vpon rockes, cast ouer bord, Throates cut by Knes, whose haires like else-loekes hang, One of those shaock-eaters at one break fast, Slit fourescore wezand pipes of ours, Of yours: Oquendo burnt, Piemetelli Slaine, Pedro de Valdes tane, Could dwarfes beate Gyants? In one day fell : Galleous 15. Drownd at the same time; or which was worser taken, The same day made 1000. prisoners. Yet not a cherry stone of theirs was sunke.