Day, John · published 1608 · first performed or written 1608 [1607-1608] (Annals) comedy · Children of the King's Revels unassigned nearest T50 Fleets, armies and generals: war by sea · 492 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T50: sea, honour, general, soldiers, men, ship, fight, soldier, king, vittori.
Proud his assault, as proud be our resist, vie shot for shot, and stake down life for life, Our breast's as bold as theirs, our blood as deep, All that we'll lose, or this our gettings keep. Come brother, talk not of devouring war, Say messenger, comes not Octauio's sons? They do, as proudly as the morning Sun Beating the azured pavement of the heaven. Then fear not father, my sister and myself, Will be your champions and defend the City. Why Ladies, have you such large interest in our brothers. Princess, we have, within there: reach our shields, When beauty fights, the God of battle yields. They offer parley, let me answer them. Brothers, how now? who made you soldiers? Faith e'en my father as he made you lovers: What? hath he changed your shepherds hooks to swords? Of Amoradoes made you armed knights? O seldseen metamorphosis! I have known Soldiers turn lovers, but for amorous lovers To reassume their valour, 'tis a change, Like winter-thunder, and a thing as strange. Our sister prisoner? Tell me Florimell, Dost thou live there enforced, or of free-will? Free will, brothers, mine own free will, all free in Mantua, here's free will i'faith, speak am I not a freewoman? As if you had served for't, any man may set up under her copy without a protection. I wag? are you there too? Yes faith my Lord, my Lady has had my attendance to a hair. You lie boy. If not mine, somebody's else: there's one has done— What have I done sirrah? Nay nothing, but what my Lady was very well content with. Why sister, shame you not to set your love On one, that is our Father's enemy. Shame? not a whit: but come, your wench's brothers, I make no question, I have won my wager: Are they as fair as I? Leave that to trial. Aspero make surrender of our sister. And have her in quiet possession? what do you think me. We think thee a proud villain and our foe. By heaven, theyare villains all that think him so, Why do you love him. I should curse myself if I should hate him: Bring the ladders forth, Bravely assault to separate their lives, As they are sealing the walls, the Ladies come forth. Stand proud Francisco. Sand! O excellent word in a woman! Hold Hippolito. Hold! up with that word, and 'tis as good as the other. What nymph or goddess in my Hermia's shape, Stands to debar my entrance to the town: Madam, I wonder they enter not. Why boy it seems they dare not, O cowards and have two such fair breaches already, Immortal Pallas that art more divine, In my loves beauty that thou clothest thee in, With draw thyself, and give our fury limits. I will, but first Francisco take my shield. And mine as challenge to a single combat, Read the conditions and return your answers.
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Proud his aſſault, as proud be our reiſt, Vye ſhot for ſhot, and ſtake downe life for life, Our breſt's as bold as theirs, our bloud as deepe, All that wee'l looſe, or this our gettings keepe. Come brother, talke not of deuouring war, Say meſſenger, comes not Octauioes ſonnes? They do, as proudly as the morning Sunne Beating the azurd pauement of the heauen. Then feare not father, my ſiſter and my ſelfe, Will be your champions and defend the Citty. Why Ladies, haue you ſuch large intereſt in our brothers. Princeſſe, we haue, within there: reach our ſhields, When beauty fights, the God of battaile yeelds. They offer parlee, let mee anſwer them. Brothers, how now? who made you ſouldiers? Faith een my father as he made you louers▪ What? hath he chang'd your ſhepheards hooks to ſwords? Of Amoradoes made you armed knights? O ſeld-ſeene metamorphoſis! J haue knowne Souldiers turne louers, but for amorous louers To re-aſſume their valour, tis a change, Like winter-thunder, and a thing as ſtrange. Our ſiſter priſoner? Tell me Florimell, Doſt thou liue there enforc'd, or of free-will? Free will, brothers, mine owne freewill, all free in Mantua, here's freewill yfaith, ſpeake am I not a free-woman? As if you had ſeru'd for't, any man may ſet vp vnder hir copy without a protection. J wag? are you there too? Yes faith my Lord, my Lady has had my attendaunce to a hayre. You lie boy. If not mine, ſome bodies els: there's one has done— What haue I done ſirra? Nay nothing, but what my Lady was very well content with. VVhy ſiſter, ſhame you not to ſet your loue On one, that is our Fathers enemie. Shame? not a whit: but come, your wenches brothers, I make no queſtion, I haue won my wager: Are they as faire as I? Leaue that to triall. Aſpero make ſurrender of our ſiſter. And haue her in quiet poſſeſſion? what do you thinke me. We thinke thee a proud villain and our foe. By heauen, th'are villains all that thinke him ſo, Why doe you loue him. I ſhould curſe my ſelfe if I ſhould hate him: Bring the ladders forth, Brauely aſſault to ſeparate their liues, As they are ſealing the walls, the Ladies come forth. Stand proud Franciſco. Sand! O excellent word in a woman! Hold Hippolito. Hold! vp with that word, and tis as good as the other. VVhat nymphe or god deſſe in my Hermiaes ſhape, Stands to debar my entrance to the towne: Madam, I wonder they enter not. Why boy it ſeemes they dare not, O cowards and haue two ſuch fayre breaches already, Immortall Pallas that art more diuine, In my loues beautie that thou cloth'ſt thee in, With drawe thy ſelfe, and giue our fury limits. I will, but firſt Franciſco take my ſhielde. And mine as challenge to a ſingle combat, Read the conditions and returne your anſwers.