Middleton, Thomas / Rowley, William · published 1620 · first performed or written 1620 (Annals) masque · Prince Charles's Men (first) unassigned nearest T50 Fleets, armies and generals: war by sea · 490 words
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I knew 'twould come at last. For this resign, Part thou shalt have still, but the greatest mine. Only to us belongs the golden sway, Th'Indies load us; thou liv'st but by thy pay. And shall your Purser help you? No in sooth Sir, Coward and cozener; how many sea-battles Hast thou compounded to be cabled up? Yet when the fights were ended, who so ready To cast sick soldiers and dismembered wretches, Overboard, instantly, crying, away With things without Arms; 'tis an ugly sight; When troth thine own should have been off by right: But thou layest safe within a wall of hemp, Telling the guns, and numbering 'em with farting: Leave me, and speedily; I'll have thee rammed Into a Culverin else, and thy rear flesh Shot all into potched eggs. I will not leave yet; Destruction plays in me such pleasant strains, That I would purchase it with any pains. The motion's worthy, I will join with thee, Both to defend and enrich Majesty. Hoyda! I can see nothing now for ships; Hark a the Mariners. HEy, the World's ours, we have got the time by chance; Let us then carouse & sing, for the very house doth skip and dance That we do now live in: we have the merriest lives, we have the fruitfulst Wives Of all men. we never yet came home, But the first hour we come, We find them all with child again. What a crew of mad Rascals are these, they're ready at every Can to fall into the haddock's mouths, the World begins to love Lap now. Peace and the brightness of a holy love, Reflect their beauties on you. Who's this? A Reverend shape. Some Scholar. A divine one. He may be what he will for me, fellow Captain; For I have seen no Church these five and twenty years; I mean as people ought to see it, inwardly. I have a virtuous sorrow for you Sir, And 'tis my special duty to weep for you. For to enjoy one world as you do there, And be forgetful of another Sir; Oh, of a better millions of degrees! It is a frailty and infirmity That many tears must go for; all too little. What is't to be the Lord of many battles, And suffer to be overrun within you? Abroad to conquer, and be slaves at home, Remember there's a battle to be fought, Which will undo you, if it be not thought. And you must leave that World, leave it betimes, That reformation may weep of the crimes: There's no indulgent hand the World should hold, But a strict grasp, for making sin so bold. We should be careless of it, and not fond, Of things so held, there is the best command. Grave Sir, I give thy words their deserved honour, And to thy Sacred charge freely resign, All that my Fortune, and the Age made mine.
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I knew 'twould come at last. For this resigne, Part thou shalt haue still, but the greatest mine. Only to vs belongs the golden sway, Th'Indies load vs; thou liu'st but by thy pay. And shall your Purser helpe you? No in sooth Sir, Coward and coozner; how many Sea-Battels Hast thou compounded to be cabled vp? Yet when the fights were ended, who so ready To cast sick soldiers and dismembred wretches, Ouer-boord, instantly, crying, away With things without Armes; 'tis an ougly sight; When troth thine own should haue been off by right: But thou lay'st safe within a wall of hempe, Telling the guns, and numbring 'em with farting: Leaue me, and speedily; Ile haue thee ram'd Into a Culuerin else, and thy reare flesh Shot all into potcht eggs. I will not leaue yet; Destruction playes in me such pleasant straines, That I would purchase it with any paines. The motion's worthy, I will ioyne with thee, Both to defend and enrich Maiesty. Hoyda▪ I can see nothing now for ships; Harke a the Mariners. HEy, the World's ours, we haue got the time by chance; Let vs thē carouse & sing, for the very house doth skip and dance That we doe now liue in: Wee haue the merriest liues, Wee haue the fruitfulst Wiues Of all men. Wee neuer yet came home, But the first houre we come, We finde them all with childe agen. What a crue of mad Raskalls are these, they'r ready at euery Can to fall into the Haddocks mouthes, the World begins to loue Lappe now. Peace and the brightnesse of a holy loue, Reflect their beauties on you. Whos this? A Reuerend shape. Some Scholler. A diuine one. He may be what he will for me, fellow Captaine; For I haue seene no Church these fiue and twenty yeares; I meane as people ought to see it, inwardly. I haue a vertuous sorrow for you Sir, And 'tis my speciall duty to weepe for you. For to enioy one world as you doe there, And be forgetfull of another Sir; Oh, of a better millions of degrees! It is a frailty and infirmity That many teares must go for; all too little. What is't to be the Lord of many battels, And suffer to be ouer-run within you? Abroad to conquer, and be slaues at home, Remember theres a battell to be fought, Which will vndoe you, if it be not thought. And you must leaue that World, leaue it betimes, That reformation may weepe of the crimes: There's no indulgent hand the World should hold, But a strict graspe, for making sinne so bold. We should be carelesse of it, and not fond, Of things so held, there is the best command. Graue Sir, I giue thy words their deseru'd honour, And to thy Sacred charge freely resigne, All that my Fortune, and the Age made mine.