Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written 1591 [1590-1591] (Annals) history · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men unassigned nearest T50 Fleets, armies and generals: war by sea · 503 words
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My Lord Melloone, let this be copied out, And keep it safe for our remembrance: Return the precedent to these Lords again, That having our fair order written down, Both they and we, perusing o'er these notes May know wherefore we took the Sacrament, And keep our faiths firm and inviolable. Upon our sides it never shall be broken. And Noble Dolphin, albeit we swear A voluntary zeal, and an vnurged Faith To your proceed: yet believe me Prince, I am not glad that such a sore of Time Should seek a plaster by contemned revolt, And heal the inveterate Canker of one wound, By making many: Oh it grieves my soul, That I must draw this mettle from my side To be a widdow-maker: oh, and there Where honourable rescue, and defence Cries out upon the name of Salisbury. But such is the infection of the time, That for the health and Physic of our right, We cannot deal but with the very hand Of stern Injustice, and confused wrong: And is't not pity, (oh my grieved friends) That we, the sons and children of this Isle, Was borne to see so sad an hour as this, Wherein we step after a stranger, march Upon her gentle bosom, and fill up Her Enemy's ranks? I must withdraw, and weep Upon the spot of this enforced cause, To grace the Gentry of a Land remote, And follow unacquainted colours here: What here? O Nation that thou couldst remove, That Neptune's Arms who clippeth thee about, Would bear thee from the knowledge of thyself, And cripple thee unto a Pagan shore, Where these two Christian Armies might combine The blood of malice, in a vain of league, And not to spend it so un-neighbourly. A noble temper dost thou show in this, And great affections wrestling in thy bosom Doth make an earthquake of Nobility: Oh, what a noble combat hast fought Between compulsion, and a brave respect: Let me wipe off this honourable dew, That siluerly doth progress on thy cheeks: My heart hath melted at a Lady's tears, Being an ordinary Inundation: But this effusion of such manly drops, This shower, blown up by tempest of the soul, Startles mine eyes, and makes me more amazed Than had I seen the vaultie top of heaven Figured quite o'er with burning Meteors. Lift up thy brow (renowned Salisbury) And with a great heart heave away this storm: Commend these waters to those baby-eyes That never saw the giant-world enraged, Nor met with Fortune, other then at feasts, Full warm of blood, of mirth, of gossipping: Come, come; for thou shalt thrust thy hand as deep Into the purse of rich prosperity As Lewis himself: so (Nobles) shall you all, That knit your sinews to the strength of mine. And even there, methinks an Angel spoke, Look where the holy Legate comes apace, To give us warrant from the hand of heaven, And on our actions set the name of right With holy breath.
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My Lord Melloone, let this be coppied out, And keepe it ſafe for our remembrance: Returne the preſident to theſe Lords againe, That hauing our faire order written downe, Both they and we, peruſing ore theſe notes May know wherefore we tooke the Sacrament, And keepe our faithes firme and inuiolable. Vpon our ſides it neuer ſhall be broken. And Noble Dolphin, albeit we ſweare A voluntary zeale, and an vn-urg'd Faith To your proceedings: yet beleeue me Prince, I am not glad that ſuch a ſore of Time Should ſeeke a plaſter by contemn'd reuolt, And heale the inueterate Canker of one wound, By making many: Oh it grieues my ſoule, That I muſt draw this mettle from my ſide To be a widdow-maker: oh, and there Where honourable reſcue, and defence Cries out vpon the name of Salisbury. But ſuch is the infection of the time, That for the health and Phyſicke of our right, We cannot deale but with the very hand Of ſterne Iniuſtice, and confuſed wrong: And is't not pitty, (oh my grieued friends) That we, the ſonnes and children of this Iſle, Was borne to ſee ſo ſad an houre as this, Wherein we ſtep after a ſtranger, march Vpon her gentle boſom, and fill vp Her Enemies rankes? I muſt withdraw, and weepe Vpon the ſpot of this inforced cauſe, To grace the Gentry of a Land remote, And follow vnacquainted colours heere: What heere? O Nation that thou couldſt remoue, That Neptunes Armes who clippeth thee about, Would beare thee from the knowledge of thy ſelfe, And cripple thee vnto a Pagan ſhore, Where theſe two Chriſtian Armies might combine The bloud of malice, in a vaine of league, And not to ſpend it ſo vn-neighbourly. A noble temper doſt thou ſhew in this, And great affections wraſtling in thy boſome Doth make an earth-quake of Nobility: Oh, what a noble combat haſt fought Between compulſion, and a braue reſpect: Let me wipe off this honourable dewe, That ſiluerly doth progreſſe on thy cheekes: My heart hath melted at a Ladies teares, Being an ordinary Inundation: But this effuſion of ſuch manly drops, This ſhowre, blowne vp by tempeſt of the ſoule, Startles mine eyes, and makes me more amaz'd Then had I ſeene the vaultie top of heauen Figur'd quite ore wirh burning Meteors. Lift vp thy brow (renowned Salisburie) And with a great heart heaue away this ſtorme: Commend theſe waters to thoſe baby-eyes That neuer ſaw the giant-world enrag'd, Nor met with Fortune, other then at feaſts, Full warm of blood, of mirth, of goſſipping: Come, come; for thou ſhalt thruſt thy hand as deepe Into the purſe of rich proſperity As Lewis himſelfe: ſo (Nobles) ſhall you all, That knit your ſinewes to the ſtrength of mine. And euen there, methinkes an Angell ſpake, Looke where the holy Legate comes apace, To giue vs warrant from the hand of heauen, And on our actions ſet the name of right With holy breath.