Shakespeare, William / Middleton, Thomas · published 1623 · first performed or written 1603 [1603-1604] (Annals) tragicomedy · King's Men T0 Court life: dukes, favour and honour typicality 0.75 · 478 words
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You are a merciful General: Our General bids you answer to what I shall ask you out of a Note. And truly, as I hope to live. First demand of him, how many horse the Duke is strong. What say you to that? Five or six thousand, but very weak and unserviceable: the troops are all scattered, and the Commanders very poor rogues, upon my reputation and credit, and as I hope to live. Shall I set down your answer so? Do, I'll take the Sacrament on't, how & which way you will: all's one to him. What a past-saving slave is this? You're deceived my Lord, this is Mounsieur Parrolles the gallant militarist, that was his own phrase that had the whole theoric of war in the knot of his scarf, and the practice in the chape of his dagger. I will never trust a man again, for keeping his sword clean, nor believe he can have every thing in him, by wearing his apparel neatly. Well, that's set down. Five or six thousand horse I said, I will say true, or thereabouts set down, for I'll speak truth. He's very near the truth in this. But I con him no thankes for't in the nature he delivers it. Poor rogues, I pray you say. Well, that's set down. I humbly thank you sir, a truth's a truth, the Rogues are marvellous poor. Demand of him of what strength they are a foot. What say you to that? By my troth sir, if I were to live this present hour, I will tell true. Let me see, Spurio a hundred & fifty, Sebastian so many, Corambus so many, Iaques so many: Guiltian, Cosmo, Lodowicke, and Gratij, two hundred fifty each: Mine own Company, Chitopher, Vaumond, Bentij, two hundred fifty each: so that the muster file, rotten and sound, upon my life amounts not to fifteen thousand pole, half of the which, dare not shake the snow from off their Cassocks, lest they shake themselves to pieces. What shall be done to him? Nothing, but let him have thankes. Demand of him my condition: and what credit I have with the Duke. Well that's set down: you shall demand of him, whether one Captain Dumain be i' th' Camp, a Frenchman: what his reputation is with the Duke, what his valour, honesty, and expertness in wars: or whether he thinks it were not possible with well-waighing sums of gold to corrupt him to a revolt. What say you to this? What do you know of it? I beseech you let me answer to the particular of the intergatories. Demand them singly. Do you know this Captain Dumain? I know him, a was a Butchers Prentice in Paris, from whence he was whipped for getting the Shrieves fool with child, a dumb innocent that could not say him nay.
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You are a mercifull Generall: Our Generall bids you anſwer to what I ſhall aske you out of a Note. And truly, as I hope to liue. Firſt demand of him, how many horſe the Duke is ſtrong. What ſay you to that? Fiue or ſixe thouſand, but very weake and vnſeruiceable: the troopes are all ſcattered, and the Commanders verie poore rogues, vpon my reputation and credit, and as I hope to liue. Shall I ſet downe your anſwer ſo? Do, Ile take the Sacrament on't, how & which way you will: all's one to him. What a paſt-ſauing ſlaue is this? Y'are deceiu'd my Lord, this is Mounſieur Parrolles the gallant militariſt, that was his owne phraſe that had the whole theoricke of warre in the knot of his ſcarfe, and the practiſe in the chape of his dagger. I will neuer truſt a man againe, for keeping his ſword cleane, nor beleeue he can haue euerie thing in him, by wearing his apparrell neatly. Well, that's ſet downe. Fiue or ſix thouſand horſe I ſed, I will ſay true, or thereabouts ſet downe, for Ile ſpeake truth. He's very neere the truth in this. But I con him no thankes for't in the nature he deliuers it. Poore rogues, I pray you ſay. Well, that's ſet downe. I humbly thanke you ſir, a truth's a truth, the Rogues are maruailous poore. Demaund of him of what ſtrength they are a foot. What ſay you to that? By my troth ſir, if I were to liue this preſent houre, I will tell true. Let me ſee, Spurio a hundred & fiftie, Sebaſtian ſo many, Corambus ſo many, Iaques ſo many: Guiltian, Coſmo, Lodowicke, and Gratij, two hundred fiftie each: Mine owne Company, Chitopher, Ʋaumond, Bentij, two hundred fiftie each: ſo that the muſter file, rotten and ſound, vppon my life amounts not to fifteene thouſand pole, halfe of the which, dare not ſhake the ſnow from off their Caſſockes, leaſt they ſhake themſelues to peeces. What ſhall be done to him? Nothing, but let him haue thankes. Demand of him my condition: and what credite I haue with the Duke. Well that's ſet downe: you ſhall demaund of him, whether one Captaine Dumaine bee i' th Campe, a Frenchman: what his reputation is with the Duke, what his valour, honeſtie, and expertneſſe in warres: or whether he thinkes it were not poſſible with well-waighing ſummes of gold to corrupt him to a reuolt. What ſay you to this? What do you know of it? I beſeech you let me anſwer to the particular of the intergatories. Demand them ſingly. Do you know this Captaine Dumaine? I know him, a was a Botchers Prentize in Paris, from whence he was whipt for getting the Shrieues fool with childe, a dumbe innocent that could not ſay him nay.