Shakespeare, William / Middleton, Thomas · published 1623 · first performed or written 1603 [1603-1604] (Annals) tragicomedy · King's Men unassigned nearest T50 Fleets, armies and generals: war by sea · 513 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T50: sea, honour, general, soldiers, men, ship, fight, soldier, king, vittori.
Why Helen thou shalt have my leave and love, Means and attendants, and my loving greetings To those of mine in Court, I'll stay at home And pray God's blessing into thy attempt: Begun to morrow, and be sure of this, What I can help thee to, thou shalt not miss. Farewell young Lords, these warlike principles Do not throw from you, and you my Lords farewell: Share the advice betwixt you, if both gain, all The gift doth stretch itself as 'tis received, And is enough for both. 'Tis our hope sir, After well entered soldiers, to return And find your grace in health. No, no, it cannot be; and yet my heart Will not confess he owes the malady That doth my life besiege: farewell young Lords, Whether I live or die, be you the sons Of worthy French men: let higher Italy (Those bated that inherit but the fall Of the last Monarchy) see that you come Not to woo honour, but to wed it, when The bravest questant shrinks: find what you seek, That fame may cry you loud: I say farewell. Health at your bidding serve your Majesty. Those girls of Italy, take heed of them, They say our French, lack language to deny If they demand: beware of being Captives Before you serve. Our hearts receive your warnings. Farewell, come hither to me. Oh my sweet Lord that you will stay behind us. 'Tis not his fault the spark. Oh 'tis brave wars. Most admirable, I have seen those wars. I am commanded here, and kept a coil with, Too young, and the next year, and 'tis too early. And thy mind stand too't boy, Steal away bravely. I shall stay here the for-horse to a smock, Creeking my shoes on the plain Masonry, Till honour be bought up, and no sword worn But one to dance with: by heaven, I'll steal away. There's honour in the theft. Commit it Count. I am your accessary, and so farewell. I grow to you, & our parting is a tortured body. Farewll Captain. Sweet monsieur Parolles. Noble Heroes; my sword and yours are kin, good sparks and lustrous, a word good metals. You shall find in the Regiment of the Spinij, one Captain Spurio his sicatrice, with an Emblem of war here on his sinister cheek; it was this very sword entrenched it: say to him I live, and observe his reports for me. We shall noble Captain. Mars dote on you for his novices, what will ye do? Stay the King. Use a more spacious ceremony to the Noble Lords, you have restrained yourself within the List of too cold an adieu: be more expressive to them; for they wear themselves in the cap of the time, there do muster true gate; eat, speak, and move under the influence of the most received star, and though the devil lead the measure, such are to be followed: after them, and take a more dilated farewell. And I will do so. Worthy fellows, and like to prove most sinewy swordmen.
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Why Hellen thou ſhalt haue my leaue and loue, Meanes and attendants, and my louing greetings To thoſe of mine in Court, Ile ſtaie at home And praie Gods bleſſing into thy attempt: Begon to morrow, and be ſure of this, What I can helpe thee to, thou ſhalt not miſſe. Farewell yong Lords, theſe warlike principles Doe not throw from you, and you my Lords farewell: Share the aduice betwixt you, if both gaine, all The guift doth ſtretch it ſelfe as 'tis receiu'd, And is enough for both. 'Tis our hope ſir, After well entred ſouldiers, to returne And finde your grace in health. No, no, it cannot be; and yet my heart Will not confeſſe he owes the mallady That doth my life beſiege: farwell yong Lords, Whether I liue or die, be you the ſonnes Of worthy French men: let higher Italy (Thoſe bated that inherit but the fall Of the laſt Monarchy) ſee that you come Not to wooe honour, but to wed it, when The braueſt queſtant ſhrinkes: finde what you ſeeke, That fame may cry you loud: I ſay farewell. Health at your bidding ſerue your Maieſty. Thoſe girles of Italy, take heed of them, They ſay our French, lacke language to deny If they demand: beware of being Captiues Before you ſerue. Our hearts receiue your warnings. Farewell, come hether to me. Oh my ſweet Lord yt you wil ſtay behind vs. 'Tis not his fault the ſpark. Oh 'tis braue warres. Moſt admirable, I haue ſeene thoſe warres. I am commanded here, and kept a coyle with, Too young, and the next yeere, and 'tis too early. And thy minde ſtand too't boy, Steale away brauely. I ſhal ſtay here the for-horſe to a ſmocke, Creeking my ſhooes on the plaine Maſonry, Till honour be bought vp, and no ſword worne But one to dance with: by heauen, Ile ſteale away. There's honour in the theft. Commit it Count. I am your acceſſary, and ſo farewell. I grow to you, & our parting is a tortur'd body. Farewll Captaine. Sweet Mounſier Parolles. Noble Heroes; my ſword and yours are kinne, good ſparkes and luſtrous, a word good mettals. You ſhall finde in the Regiment of the Spinij, one Captaine Spurio his ſicatrice, with an Embleme of warre heere on his ſiniſter cheeke; it was this very ſword entrench'd it: ſay to him I liue, and obſerue his reports for me. We ſhall noble Captaine. Mars doate on you for his nouices, what will ye doe? Stay the King. Vſe a more ſpacious ceremonie to the Noble Lords, you haue reſtrain'd your ſelfe within the Liſt of too cold an adieu: be more expreſſiue to them; for they weare themſelues in the cap of the time, there do muſter true gate; eat, ſpeake, and moue vnder the influence of the moſt receiu'd ſtarre, and though the deuill leade the meaſure, ſuch are to be followed: after them, and take a more dilated farewell. And I will doe ſo. Worthy fellowes, and like to prooue moſt ſinewie ſword-men.