Massinger, Philip · published 1624 · first performed or written 1623 [licensed for stage, Dec 3] (Annals) tragicomedy · Lady Elizabeth's Men · Phoenix/Cockpit unassigned nearest T50 Fleets, armies and generals: war by sea · 529 words
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O shame! that we that are a populous Nation, Engaged to liberal nature, for all blessings An Island can bring forth; we that have limbs And able bodies; Shipping, Arms, and Treasure, The sinews of the War, now we are called To stand upon our Guard, cannot produce One fit to be our General. I am old and fat, I could say something else. We must obey The time, and our occasions, ruinous buildings, Whose bases and foundations are infirm Must use supporters; we are circled round With danger, o'er our heads with sail stretched wings, Destruction hovers; and a cloud of mischief Ready to break upon us; no hope left us That may divert it, but our sleeping virtue roused up by brave Timoleon. When arrives he? He is expected every hour. The braveries Of Syracusae, among whom my son Timagorus, Leosthenes, and Asotas (Your hopeful heir Lord Cleon) two days since Rode forth to meet him, and attend him to The City, every minute we expect To be blessed with his presence. What shout's this? 'tis seconded with loud Music. Which confirms His wished for entrance. Let us entertain him With all respect, solemnity, and pomp, A man may merit, that comes to redeem us From slavery, and oppression. I'll lock up My doors, and guard my gold; these Lads of Corinth Have nimble fingers, and I fear them more Being within our walls, than those of Carthage, They are far off. And Ladies be it your care To welcome him, and his followers with all duty: For rest resolved; their hands, and swords, must keep you In that full height of happiness you live: A dreadful change else follows. We are instructed. I'll kiss him for the honour of my Country, With any she in Corinth. Were he a Courtier, I have sweet meat in my Closet should content him Be his palate ne'er so curious. And if need be I have a Couch, and a banquetting house in my Orchard, Where many a man of honour has not scorned To spend an afternoon. These men of war As I have heard, know not to court a Lady. They cannot praise our dressings, kiss our hands, Usher us to our Litters, tell love Stories; Commend our feet, and legs, and so search upwards. A sweet becoming boldness: they are rough, Boisterous and saucy, and at the first sight Ruffle, and touse us, and as they find their stomachs Fall roundly to it. Troth I like 'em the better. I cannot endure to have a perfumed Sir Stand cringing in the hams; licking his lips, Like a Spaniel o'er a Firmenty pot, and yet Has not the boldness to come on, or offer What they know we expect. We may commend A Gentleman's modesty, manners, and fine language, His singing, dancing, riding of great horses, The wearing of his clothes, his fair complexion, Take presents from him, and extol his bounty, Yet, though he observe, and waste his state upon us, If he be staunch and bid not for the stock That we were borne to traffic with; the truth is We care not for his company.
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O shame! that we that are a populous Nation, Ingag'd to liberall nature, for all blessings An Iland can bring forth; we that haue limbs And able bodies; Shipping, Armes, and Treasure, The sinnewes of the Warre, now we are call'd To stand vpon our Guard, cannot produce One fit to be our Generall. I am olde and fat, I could say something else. We must obey The time, and our occasions, ruinous buildings, Whose bases and foundations are infirme Must vse supporters; we are circled round With danger, o're our heads with sayle stretch'd wings, Destruction houers; and a cloud of mischiefe Ready to breake vpon vs; no hope left vs That may diuert it, but our sleeping vertue Rowsd vp by braue Timoleon. When arriues he? He is expected euery houre. The braueries Of Syracusae, among whom my sonne Timagorus, Leosthenes, and Asotas (Your hopefull heire Lord Cleon) two dayes since Rode forth to meet him, and attend him to The Citie, euery minute we expect To be blessed with his presence. What shout's this? Tis seconded with lowd Musique. Which confirmes His wish'd for entrance. Let vs entertaine him With all respect, solemnity, and pompe, A man may merit, that comes to redeeme vs From slauery, and oppression. Ile locke vp My doores, and gard my gold; these Lads of Corinth Haue nimble fingers, and I feare them more Being within our walls, then those of Carthage, They are farre off. And Ladies be it your care To welcome him, and his followers with all duty: For rest resolu'd; their hands, and swords, must keepe you In that full height of happinesse you liue: A dreadfull change else followes. We are instructed. Ile kisse him for the honor of my Country, With any she in Corinth. Were he a Courtier, I haue sweet meat in my Closet should content him Be his pallat ne're so curious. And if neede be I haue a Couch, and a banquetting house in my Orchard, Where many a man of honour has not scorn'd To spend an afternoone. These men of warre As I haue heard, know not to court a Lady. They cannot praise our dressings, kisse our hands, Vsher vs to our Litters, tell loue Stories; Commend our feet, and legs, and so search vpwards. A sweet becomming boldnesse: they are rough, Boystrous and sawcy, and at the first sight Ruffle, and towse vs, and as they finde their stomacks Fall roundly to it. Troth I like em the better. I cannot endure to haue a perfum'd Sir Stand cringing in the hammes; licking his lips, Like a Spaniell o're a Firmenty pot, and yet Has not the boldnesse to come on, or offer What they know we expect. We may commend A Gentlemans modesty, manners, and fine language, His singing, dancing, riding of great horses, The wearing of his cloathes, his faire complexion, Take presents from him, and extoll his bounty, Yet, though he obserue, and waste his state vpon vs, If he be stanch and bid not for the stocke That we were borne to traffick with; the truth is We care not for his company.