Middleton, Thomas / Rowley, William · published 1620 · first performed or written 1620 (Annals) masque · Prince Charles's Men (first) T50 Fleets, armies and generals: war by sea typicality 0.73 · 505 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T50: sea, honour, general, soldiers, men, ship, fight, soldier, king, vittori.
Pray remember now, You had the world from me clean as a pick, Only a little smutted a one side, With a bastard got against it, or such a toy, No great corruption nor oppression in't, No knavery, tricks, nor cozenage. Thou sayst true, fool, the world has a clear water. Make as few Laws as you can then to trouble it, the fewer the better; for always the more laws you make, the more knaves thrive by't, mark it when you will. Thou'st counsel i' thee too. A little against knavery, I'm such an enemy to't, That it comes naturally from me to confound it. Look, what are those? Tents, Tents; that part o'th' world Shows like a Fair: but pray take notice on't, There's not a bawdy-booth amongst 'em all, You have 'em white and honest as I had 'em, Look that your Laundresses pollute 'em not. How pleasantly the Countries lie about, Of which we are sole Lord: what's that i'th' middle? Looks like a point, you mean a very prick? ay, that, that. 'Tis the beginning of Amsterdam: they say the first brick there was laid with fresh Cheese and Cream; because mortar made of Lime and hair was wicked, and committed fornication. Peace, who are these approaching? Blustering fellows; the first's a Soldier, he looks just like March. Captain, 'tis you that have the bloody sweats, You venture life and limbs 'tis you that taste The stings of thirst and hunger, There thou hast named Afflictions sharper than the enemy's swords. Yet lets another carry away the World, Of which, by right, you are the only Master, Stand curtsying for your pay at your return Perhaps with wooden legs to every Groom That dares not look full right upon a sword, Nor upon any wound, or slit of honour? No more, I'll be myself; I that uphold Countries and Kingdoms, must I halt down right, And be propped up with part of mine own strength, The least part too? Why, have not I the power To make myself stand absolute of myself, That keep up others? How cheers our noble Captain? Our own Captain, No more a hireling; your great Foe's at hand, Seek your defence elsewhere, for mine shall fail you, I'll not be fellow-yoked with death and danger All my life time, and have the World kept from me, March in the heat of Summer in a bath, A furnace girt about me, and in that agony, With so much fire within me, forced to wade Through a cool river, practising in life The very pains of hell, now scorched, now shivering, To call diseases early into my bones, Before I've age enough to entertain 'em: No, he that has desire to keep the World, Let him e'en take the sour pains to defend it. Stay, Man of Merit, it belongs to thee, I cheerfully resign it, all my Ambition Is but the quiet calm of peaceful days; And that fair good, I know, thy arm will raise.
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Pray remember now, You had the world from me cleane as a pick, Only a little smutted a one side, With a bastard got against it, or such a toy, No great corruption nor oppression in't, No knauery, tricks, nor coozenage. Thou saist true, foole, the world has a cleere water. Make as few Lawes as you can then to trouble it, the fewer the better; for alwaies the more lawes you make, the more knaues thriue by't, marke it when you will. Thou'st counsell i' thee too. A little against knauery, I'me such an enemy too't, That it comes naturally from me to confound it. Looke, what are those? Tents, Tents; that part oth' world Shewes like a Faire: but pray take notice on't, There's not a Bawdy-Boothe amongst 'em all, You haue 'em white and honest as I had 'em, Looke that your Laundresses pollute 'em not. How pleasantly the Countries lye about, Of which wee are sole Lord: whats that ith' middle? Lookes like a point, you meane a very prick? I, that, that. 'Tis the beginning of Amsterdam: they say the first brick there was laid with fresh Cheese and Creame; because morter made of Lime and hayre was wicked, and committed fornication. Peace, who are these approching? Blustering fellowes; the first's a Soldier, hee looks iust like March. Captaine, 'tis you that haue the bloudy sweats, You venture life and limmes 'tis you that taste The stings of thirst and hunger, There thou hast namde Afflictions sharper then the enemies swords. Yet lets another carry away the World, Of which, by right, you are the only Master, Stand curtsing for your pay at your returne Perhaps with woodden legs to euery Groome That dares not look full right vpon a sword, Nor vpon any wound, or slit of honor? No more, Ile be my selfe; I that vphold Countries and Kingdomes, must I halt downe right, And be propt vp with part of mine owne strength, The least part too? Why, haue not I the power To make my selfe stand absolute of my selfe, That keepe vp others? How cheeres our noble Captaine? Our owne Captaine, No more a hireling; your great Foe's at hand, Seeke your defence elsewhere, for mine shall faile you, Ile not be fellow-yoak't with death and danger All my life time, and haue the World kept from me, March in the heate of Summer in a bath, A furnace girt about me, and in that agony, With so much fire within me, forc'd to wade Through a coole riuer, practising in life The very paines of hell, now scorcht, now shiuering, To call diseases early into my bones, Before I'ue age enough to entertaine 'em: No, he that has desire to keepe the World, Let him ee'n take the sowre paines to defend it. Stay, Man of Merit, it belongs to thee, I cheerefully resigne it, all my Ambition Is but the quiet calme of peacefull dayes; And that faire good, I know, thy arme will raise.