Shakespeare, William / Middleton, Thomas · published 1623 · first performed or written 1603 [1603-1604] (Annals) tragicomedy · King's Men unassigned nearest T8 Captains, gallants and cheats · 481 words
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O Lord sir let me live, or let me see my death. That shall you, and take your leave of all your friends: So, look about you, know you any here? Good morrow noble Captain. God bless you Captain Parolles. God save you noble Captain. Captain, what greeting will you to my Lord Lafeu? I am for France. Good Captain will you give me a Copy of the sonnet you writ to Diana in behalf of the Count Rossillion, and I were not a very Coward, I'd compel it of you, but far you well. You are undone Captain all but your scarf, that has a knot on't yet. Who cannot be crushed with a plot? If you could find out a Country where but women were that had received so much shame, you might begin an impudent Nation. Far ye well sir, I am for France too, we shall speak of you there. Yet am I thankful: if my heart were great 'Twould burst at this: Captain I'll be no more, But I will eat, and drink, and sleep as soft As Captain shall. Simply the thing I am Shall make me live: who knows himself a braggart Let him fear this; for it will come to pass, That every braggart shall be found an Ass. Rust sword, cool blushes, and Parrolles live Safest in shame: being fooled, by fool'rie thrive; There's place and means for every man alive. I'll after them. That you may well perceive I have not wronged you, One of the greatest in the Christian world Shall be my surety: for whose throne 'tis needful Ere I can perfect mine intents, to kneel. Time was, I did him a desired office Dear almost as his life, which gratitude Through flinty Tartar's bosom would peep forth, And answer thankes. I duly am informed, His grace is at Marcellae, to which place We have convenient convoy: you must know I am supposed dead, the Army breaking, My husband hies him home, where heaven aiding, And by the leave of my good Lord the King, we'll be before our welcome. Gentle Madam, You never had a servant to whose trust Your business was more welcome. Nor your Mistress Ever a friend, whose thoughts more truly labour To recompense your love: Doubt not but heaven Hath brought me up to be your daughter's dower, As it hath fated her to be my motive And helper to a husband. But O strange men, That can such sweet use make of what they hate, When saucy trusting of the cozened thoughts Defiles the pitchy night, so lust doth play With what it loathes, for that which is away, But more of this hereafter: you Diana, Under my poor instructions yet must suffer Something in my behalf. Let death and honesty Go with your impositions, I am yours Upon your will to suffer.
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O Lord ſir let me liue, or let me ſee my death. That ſhall you, and take your leaue of all your friends: So, looke about you, know you any heere? Good morrow noble Captaine. God bleſſe you Captaine Parolles. God ſaue you noble Captaine. Captain, what greeting will you to my Lord Lafew? I am for France. Good Captaine will you giue me a Copy of the ſonnet you writ to Diana in behalfe of the Count Roſſillion, and I were not a verie Coward, I'de compell it of you, but far you well. You are vndone Captaine all but your ſcarfe, that has a knot on't yet. Who cannot be cruſh'd with a plot? If you could finde out a Countrie where but women were that had receiued ſo much ſhame, you might begin an impudent Nation. Fare yee well ſir, I am for France too, we ſhall ſpeake of you there. Yet am I thankfull: if my heart were great 'Twould burſt at this: Captaine Ile be no more, But I will eate, and drinke, and ſleepe as ſoft As Captaine ſhall. Simply the thing I am Shall make me liue: who knowes himſelfe a braggart Let him feare this; for it will come to paſſe, That euery braggart ſhall be found an Aſſe. Ruſt ſword, coole bluſhes, and Parrolles liue Safeſt in ſhame: being fool'd, by fool'rie thriue; There's place and meanes for euery man aliue. Ile after them. That you may well perceiue I haue not wrong'd you, One of the greateſt in the Chriſtian world Shall be my ſuretie: for whoſe throne 'tis needfull Ere I can perfect mine intents, to kneele. Time was, I did him a deſired office Deere almoſt as his life, which gratitude Through flintie Tartars boſome would peepe forth, And anſwer thankes. I duly am inform'd, His grace is at Marcellae, to which place We haue conuenient conuoy: you muſt know I am ſuppoſed dead, the Army breaking, My husband hies him home, where heauen ayding, And by the leaue of my good Lord the King, Wee'l be before our welcome. Gentle Madam, You neuer had a ſeruant to whoſe truſt Your buſines was more welcome. Nor your Miſtris Euer a friend, whoſe thoughts more truly labour To recompence your loue: Doubt not but heauen Hath brought me vp to be your daughters dower, As it hath fated her to be my motiue And helper to a husband. But O ſtrange men, That can ſuch ſweet vſe make of what they hate, When ſawcie truſting of the coſin'd thoughts Defiles the pitchy night, ſo luſt doth play With what it loathes, for that which is away, But more of this heereafter: you Diana, Vnder my poore inſtructions yet muſt ſuffer Something in my behalfe. Let death and honeſtie Go with your impoſitions, I am yours Vpon your will to ſuffer.