If It Be Not Good, the Devil Is in It (If This Be Not a Good Play, the Devil Is in It) · chunk 13 of 44
Dekker, Thomas · published 1612 · first performed or written 1611 [1611-1612] (Annals) comedy · Queen Anne's Men · Red Bull unassigned nearest T50 Fleets, armies and generals: war by sea · 482 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T50: sea, honour, general, soldiers, men, ship, fight, soldier, king, vittori.
The Scholar has his device, the Mariner his. These are Kings sports indeed. Will you see these? Faith be it so; because we'll now rather please Our uncle than ourself, pray fetch in these. The rest cashier. Send the fiddlers merrily home. And yet pay'em scurvily! 'tis impossible. And bid the waterbearers cleanse the city there's many a foul thing in it. Marshal 'em in. I'll fetch these worthy spirits in myself. No, no, we'll aid you sir. March: and give us room. 'Sdeath! if these doting graybeards might have their wills, We neuer shall haue ours: let vs crosse em As they cross us. How, how! Every device Their Ningles bring in, abuse with scurvy jest, Beet ne'er so good. Agreed. If Ninies bring away the Nest. Teach Iovinelli and Brisco when to give fire. drums and trumpets sounding, I am a Soldier. We know that by your legs. Does my stump grieve you? Not if you bestir your slu●panimbly sir. What hot shot's this? A Soldier sir: that's all: That's more than sir I think you dare be Zounds! baffled For my limbs lost in service! your noble father Has clapped this buff-jerkin, when this Stump of wood Has up to th'' knee stuck three hours in french blood: When such as you, with your Spangled roses, that day Bravely bestirred their 〈◊〉, and ran away: I'll stand to't, I. With one leg. Yes: with one. Young Lords, thus to scorn Soldiers, 'tis ill done. Uncle, here's no man scorns'em; must we be braved By a staring fellow, for a little fighting? go. Fighting! I cannot halt I, but speak plain, No King on earth baffles me, i'd baffle again, Th' whole race of great Turks, had gem i'th' field: I ha' brought With me a hundred Soldiers, (old Servitors) Poor as myself in clothes; pick out five hundred Of such silk-stocking men, if they beat us, hang us, 'sblood if we toss not them, hang's again: a fort We ha' built without, and manned it, this was the sport A Soldier wood ha' given thee: my one hundred Had taught thee all the rules i'th' School of war. All this i'll read without may me, wound or scar. What say you to an Engine, that at once Shall spoil some thirty men? thirty men! nothing. If nothing! hast thou been beat for this? farewell. I can fetch twenty fortuners have done more With a bare goose-quill. mayst thou but live, to need a soldiers arm, That laughed to see him bleed. You have lost the day sir, for your Soldiers fly. Fly to the devil let'em. Your leaders before. You fight all under one colours? do you not? Sir: these pleasures to the King which I prefer, Flow from Ioues brain. Heyda! here's one has beaten out Ioues brains. Would I had thee hung up at our main kit.
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The Scholler has his deuice, the Mariner his. These are Kings sports indeed. Will you see these? Faith be it so; because weele now rather please Our vncle than our selfe, pray fetch in these. The rest cashere. Send the fidlers merily home. And yet pa'em scuruily! tis impossible. And bid the water-bearers clense the citie Ther's many a foule thing in it. Marshall 'em in. Ile fetch these worthy spirits in my selfe. No, no, weele ayde you sir. March: and giue vs roome. Sdeath! if these doting gray-beards might haue their wills, We neuer shall haue ours: let vs crosse em As they crosse vs. How, how! Euery deuice Their Ningles bring in, abuse with scuruie iest, Beet nee're so good. Agreed. If Ninies bring away the Nest. Teach Iounell and Brisco when to giue fire. Dromes and trompes sounding, I am a Souldier. We know that by your legges. Does my stump grieue you? Not if you be our slupanimbly sir. What hot shot's this? A Souldier sir: thats all: Thats more than sir I thinke you dare be Zounds! baffuld For my limbes lost in seruice! your father Has clapd this buff-ierkin, when this Stump of wood Has vp to' knee stucke three howres in french blood: When such as you, with your Spangled roses, that day Brauely bestird their , and ran away: Ile stand oot, I. With one leg. Yes: with one. Yong Lords, thus to scorne Souldiers, tis ill don. Vncle, heres no man scornes'em; must we be brau'de By a staring fellow, for a little fighting? goe. Fighting! I cannot halt I, but speake plaine, No King on earth baffalls me, ide baffall againe, Th' whole race of great turkes, had iem ith field: I ha brought With me a hundred Souldiers, (old Seruitors) Poore as my selfe in clothes; picke out fiue hundred Of such silke-stocken men, if they beate vs, hang vs, S'bloud if we tosse not them, hang's agen: a fort We ha built without, and mand it, this was the sport A Souldier wood ha giuen thee: my ne hundred Had taught thee all the rules i'th Schoole of warre. All this ile read without may me, wound or scarre. What say you to an Engine, that at once Shall spoile some thirtie men? Thirtie men! nothing. If nothing! hast thou bin beate for this? farewell. I can fetch twenty rueners haue don more With a bare goose-quill. Maist thou but liue, to need a Souldiers arme, That laught to see him bleed. You haue lost the day sir, for your Souldiers fly. Fly to the diuell let'em. Your leaders before. You fight all vnder one cullors? doe you not? Sir: these pleasures to the King hich I prefer, Flow from Ioues braine. Heyda! heres one has beaten out Ioues braines. Wud I had thee hung vp at our maine kt.