Field, Nathan · published 1618 · first performed or written 1611 [c.1610-1611] (Annals) comedy · Children of the Queen's Revels · Blackfriars unassigned nearest T11 Siblings, kin and confidants · 518 words
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Follow what may, I am resolved dear Brother, This monster valour, that doth feed on men, Groans in me for my reputation. This charge I give thee to, If I do die, Never to part from the young Boy, which late I entertained, but love him for my sake: And for my Mistress the Lady Honour, Whom to deceive, I have deceived myself. If she be dead, pray God I may give up My life a sacrifice on her, brother's sword; But if thou liv'st to see her gentle brother, If I be slain, tell her I died because I had transgressed against her worthy love. This sword is not well mounted, let's see thine. Your staying Sir, is in vain, for my Lord Proudly, Just at his taking horse to meet you here, At Seldome's suit the Citizen, was arrested Upon an action of two hundred pounds, I saw it Sir, 'tis true. Oh, scurvy Lord, It had been a cleanlier shift than this to have had It hindered by command, he being a Lord, But I will find him. You see, valiant Sir, I have got loose For all your stratagem, oh rogue are you there. Most ignoble Lord. Coward thou didst this That I might be disabled for the fight, Or that thou mightst have some excuse to shun me, But 'tis my left arm, thou hast lighted on. I have no second; here are three of you, If all do murder me, your consciences Will more than hang you, damn you; come prepare. Brother walk off, & take the boy away, is he hurt much? Nothing or very little. I'll bind your wound up first, your loss of blood May sooner make you faint. Ingen, thou art a worthy Gentleman, for this courtesy, Go-to i'll save thy life, come on Sir: hay, I'll cut your codpiece point Sir, with this thrust, And then down goes your breeches. Your Lordship's merry I had like to have spoiled your cutwork band. Oh Master, hold your hand, my Lord hold yours, Or let your swords meet in this wretched breast, Yet you are both well, what blood you have lost Give it as for the injury you did, and now be friends, S'hart, 'tis a loving rogue. Kind Boy, stand up, 'tis for thy wound he bleeds, My wrong is yet unsatisfied. Hence away it is a sister's loss, that whets my sword. Oh stay, my Lord, behold your sister here Bleeding by your hand Servant see your mistress Turned to thy servant running by thy Horse, Whose means it was to have prevented this, but all in vain. Oh noble Lady. Most worthy pattern of all women kind. Ingen, I am satisfied, put up your sword. Sister, you must with me, I have a husband The Lord Fee-simple's father, old, but rich: This Gentleman is no match for you; kneel not, That portion of yours, I have consumed, Thus marrying, you shall never come to want. Oh I sweet my Lord, my brother do not force me, To break my faith or to a loathed bed.
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Follow what may, I am resolu'd deare Brother, This monster vallor, that doth feed on men, Groanes in me for my reputation. This charge I giue thee to, If I doe die, Neuer to part from the yong Boy, which late I entertain'd, but loue him for my sake: And for my Mistresse the Ladie Honor, Whom to deceiue, I haue deceiu'd my selfe. If she be dead, pray God I may giue vp My life a sacrifice on her, brothers sword; But if thou liu'st to see her gentle brother, If I be slaine, tell her I dy'de because I had transgrest against her worthy loue. This sword is not well mounted, lets see thine. Your staying Sir, is in vaine, for my Lord Proudly, Iust at his taking horse to meete you heere, At Seldomes suit the Citizen, was arrested Vpon an action of two hundred pounds, I saw it Sir, t'is true. Oh, scuruie Lord, It had beene a cleanlier shift then this to haue had It hinder'd by command, he being a Lord, But I will finde him. You see, valiant Sir, I haue got loose For all your stratagem, oh rogue are you there. Most ignoble Lord. Coward thou did'st this That I might be disabled for the fight, Or that thou mightst haue some excuse to shun me, But t'is my left arme, thou hast lighted on. I haue no second; heere are three of you, If all doe murther me, your consciences Will more then hang you, damn you; come prepare. Brother walk off, & take the boy away, is he hurt much? Nothing or very little. Ile bind your wound vp first, your losse of blood May sooner make you faint. Ingen, thou art a worthy Gentleman, for this curtesie, Go-too i'le saue thy life, come on Sir: hay, I'le cut your codpeice point Sir, with this thrust, And then downe goes your breeches. Your Lordships merrie I had like to haue spoild your cut-worke band. Oh Master, hold your hand, my Lord hold yours, Or let your swords meete in this wretched breast, Yet you are both well, what blood you haue lost Giue it as for the iniurie you did, and now be friends, S'hart, t'is a louing rogue. Kind Boy, stand vp, t'is for thy wound he bleeds, My wrong is yet vnsatisfied. Hence away it is a Sisters losse, that whets my sword. Oh stay, my Lord, behold your sister heere Bleeding by your hand Seruant see your mistresse Turn'd to thy seruant running by thy Horse, Whose means it was to haue preuented this, but all in vaine. Oh noble Ladie. Most worthie patterne of all women kind. Ingen, I am satisfied, put vp your sword. Sister, you must with me, I haue a husband The Lord Fee-simple father, old, but rich: This Gentleman is no match for you; kneele not, That portion of yours, I haue consum'd, Thus marrying, you shall neuer come to want. Oh I seet my Lord, my brother do not force me, To breake my faith or to a loathed bed.