Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written 1607 [c.1606-1608] (Annals) tragedy · King's Men unassigned nearest T50 Fleets, armies and generals: war by sea · 475 words
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By Sea, what else? Why will my Lord, do so? For that he dares us too't. So hath my Lord, dared him to single fight. I, and to wage this Battle at Pharsalia, Where Caesar fought with Pompey. But these offers Which serve not for his vantage, he shakes off, And so should you. Your Ships are not well manned, Your Mariners are Militers, Reapers, people Ingroft by swift Impress. In Caesar's Fleet, Are those, that often have 'gainst Pompey fought, Their ships are you're, yours heavy: no disgrace Shall fall you for refusing him at Sea, Being prepared for Land. By Sea, by Sea. Most worthy Sir, you therein throw away The absolute Soldiership you have by Land, Distract your Army, which doth most consist Of Warre-markt-footmen, leave unexecuted Your own renowned knowledge, quite forgo The way which promises assurance, and Give up yourself merely to chance and hazard, From firm Security. I'll fight at Sea. I have sixty Sails, Caesar none better. Our overplus of shipping will we burn, And with the rest full manned, from th' head of Action Beat th' approaching Caesar. But if we fail, We then can do't at Land. Thy Business? The News is true, my Lord, he is descried, Caesar has taken Toryne. Can he be there in person? 'Tis impossible Strange, that his power should be. Camidius, Our nineteen Legions thou shalt hold by Land, And our twelve thousand Horse. we'll to our Ship, Away my Thetis. How now worthy Soldier? Oh Noble Emperor, do not fight by Sea, Trust not to rotten planks: Do you misdoubt This Sword, and these my Wounds; let th' Egyptians And the Phoenicians go a ducking: we Have used to conquer standing on the earth, And fight foot to foot. Well, well, away. By Hercules I think I am i' th' right. Soldier thou art: but his whole action grows Not in the power on't: so our Leaders lead, And we are women's men. You keep by Land the Legions and the Horse whole, do you not? Marcus Octavius, Marcus Iusteus, Publicola, and Celius, are for Sea: But we keep whole by Land. This speed of Caesar's Carries beyond belief. While he was yet in Rome. His power went out in such distractions, As beguiled all Spies. Who's his Lieutenant, hear you? They say, one Towrus. Well, I know the man. The Emperor calls Camidius. With News the times wit a Labour, And throws forth each minute, some. Towrus? My Lord. Strike not by Land, Keep whole, provoke not Battle Till we have done at Sea. Do not exceed The Prescript of this Scroll: Our fortune lies Upon this jump. Set we our Squadrons on yond side o' th' Hill, In eye of Caesar's battle, from which place We may the number of the Ships behold, And so proceed accordingly.
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By Sea, what elſe? Why will my Lord, do ſo? For that he dares vs too't. So hath my Lord, dar'd him to ſingle fight. I, and to wage this Battell at Pharſalia, Where Caeſar fought with Pompey. But theſe offers Which ſerue not for his vantage, he ſhakes off, And ſo ſhould you. Your Shippes are not well mann'd, Your Marriners are Militers, Reapers▪ people Ingroft by ſwift Impreſſe. In Caeſars Fleete, Are thoſe, that often haue 'gainſt Pompey fought, Their ſhippes are yare, yours heauy: no diſgrace Shall fall you for refuſing him at Sea, Being prepar'd for Land. By Sea, by Sea. Moſt worthy Sir, you therein throw away The abſolute Soldierſhip you haue by Land, Diſtract your Armie, which doth moſt conſiſt Of Warre-markt-footmen, leaue vnexecuted Your owne renowned knowledge, quite forgoe The way which promiſes aſſurance, and Giue vp your ſelfe meerly to chance and hazard, From firme Securitie. Ile fight at Sea. I haue ſixty Sailes, Caeſar none better. Our ouer-plus of ſhipping will we burne, And with the reſt full mann'd, from th' head of Action Beate th' approaching Caeſar. But if we faile, We then can doo't at Land. Thy Buſineſſe? The Newes is true, my Lord, he is deſcried, Caeſar ha's taken Toryne. Can he be there in perſon? 'Tis impoſſible Strange, that his power ſhould be. Camidius, Our nineteene Legions thou ſhalt hold by Land, And our twelue thouſand Horſe. Wee'l to our Ship, Away my Thetis. How now worthy Souldier? Oh Noble Emperor, do not fight by Sea, Truſt not to rotten plankes: Do you miſdoubt This Sword, and theſe my Wounds; let th' Egyptians And the Phoenicians go a ducking: wee Haue vs'd to conquer ſtanding on the earth, And fighting foot to foot. Well, well, away. By Hercules I thinke I am i' th' right. Souldier thou art: but his whole action growes Not in the power on't: ſo our Leaders leade, And we are Womens men. You keepe by Land the Legions and the Horſe whole, do you not? Marcus Octauius, Marcus Iuſteus, Publicola, and Celius, are for Sea: But we keepe whole by Land. This ſpeede of Caeſars Carries beyond beleefe. While he was yet in Rome. His power went out in ſuch diſtractions, As beguilde all Spies. Who's his Lieutenant, heare you? They ſay, one Towrus. Well, I know the man. The Emperor cals Camidius. With Newes the times wit a Labour, And throwes forth each minute, ſome. Towrus? My Lord. Strike not by Land, Keepe whole, prouoke not Battaile Till we haue done at Sea. Do not exceede The Preſcript of this Scroule: Our fortune lyes Vpon this iumpe. Set we our Squadrons on yond ſide o' th' Hill, In eye of Caeſars battaile, from which place We may the number of the Ships behold, And ſo proceed accordingly.