Massinger, Philip · published 1624 · first performed or written 1623 [licensed for stage, Dec 3] (Annals) tragicomedy · Lady Elizabeth's Men · Phoenix/Cockpit unassigned nearest T46 Swords, quarrels and valour · 510 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T46: rapier, sword, fight, gentlemen, gentleman, kicked, kill, dagger, signor, valour.
Have your desires: You would be burdens to us, no way aids. Lead, fairest, to the Temple, first we'll pay A Sacrifice to the Gods for good success. For, all great actions the wished course do run, That are, with their allowance, well begun. Stay Cymbrio, and Gracculo. The business? Meet me tomorrow night, near to the Grove Neighbouring the East part of the City. Well. And bring the rest of our Condition with you, I have something to impart, may break our fetters, If you dare second me. we'll not fail. A Cart-rope Shall not bind me at home. Think on't, and prosper. So, so, 'tis well, how do I look? Most sprightfully. I shrink not in the shoulders, though I am old, I am tough, steel to the back, I have not wasted My stock of strength in Featherbeds: here's an arm too, There's stuff in't, and I hope will use a Sword As well as any beardless Boy of you all. I am glad to see you, Sir, so well prepared, To endure the travail of the war. Go too sirrah, I shall endure, when some of you keep your Cabins, For all your flaunting Feathers, nay Leosthenes You are welcome too, all friends, and fellows now. Your servant Sir. Pish, leave these Compliments, They stink in a Soldier's mouth, I could be merry, For now my gown's off, farewell Gravity, And must be bold to put a question to you, Without offence, I hope. Sir, what you please. And you will answer truly? On our words, Sir. Go too, then, I presume you will confess, That you are two notorious Whoremasters. Nay spare your blushing, I have been wild myself, A snatch, or so, for Physic, does no harm; Nay, it is physic, if used moderately, But to lie at rack, and manger, Say we grant this, For if we should deny it, you'll not believe us, What will you infer upon it? What you'll groan for, I fear, when you come to the test. Old Stories tell us There is a Month called October; which brings in Cold weather, there are trenches too, 'tis rumoured In which to stand all night to the knees in water, In Gallants breeds the toothache, there's a sport too named lying Perdieu, (do you mark me) 'tis a game, Which you must learn to play at: now in these seasons, And choice variety of Exercises, (Nay I come to you) and fasts not for Devotion, Your rambling hunt-smock, feels strange alterations, And in a Frosty morning, looks as if He could with ease creep in a pottle Pot In stead of his Mistress placket, than he Curses The time he spent in midnight visitations; And finds what he superfluously parted with, To be reported good, at length, and well breathed, But if retrieved into his back again, Would keep him warmer than a Scarlet waistcoat, Or an Armour lined with Fur. O welcome, welcome, You have cut off my discourse, but I will perfect My lecture in the Camp.
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Haue your desires: You would be burthens to vs, no way aydes. Lead, fairest, to the Temple, first we'le pay A Sacrifice to the Gods for good successe. For, all great actions the wish'd course doe run, That are, with their allowance, well begun. Stay Cymbrio, and Gracculo. The businesse? Meet me to morrow night, neere to the Groue Neighbouring the East part of the Citie. Well. And bring the rest of our Condition with you, I haue something to impart, may breake our fetters, If you dare second me. Wee'l not fayle. A Cart-rope Shall not binde me at home. Thinke on't, and prosper. So, so, 'tis well, how doe I looke? Most sprightfully. I shrinke not in the shoulders, though I am olde, I am tough, steele to the backe, I haue not wasted My stocke of strength in Feather-beds: heer's an arme too, There's stuffe in't, and I hope will vse a Sword As well as any beardlesse Boy of you all. I am glad to see you, Sir, so well prepar'd, To indure the trauaile of the warre. Goe too sirra, I shall indure, when some of you keepe your Cabins, For all your flaunting Feathers, nay Leosthenes You are welcome too, all friends, and fellowes now. Your seruant Sir. Pish, leaue these Complements, They stincke in a Souldiers mouth, I could be merry, For now my Gowne's off, farewell Grauitie, And must be bolde to put a question to you, Without offence, I hope. Sir, what you please. And you will answer truely? On our words, Sir. Goe too, then, I presume you will confesse, That you are two notorious Whore-maisters. Nay spare your blushing, I haue beene wilde my selfe, A snatch, or so, for Physicke, does no harme; Nay, it is physicke, if vs'd moderately, But to lye at racke, and manger, Say we grant this, For if we should deny it, you'l not beleeue vs, What will you inferre vpon it? What you'l groane for, I feare, when you come to the test. Old Stories tell vs There is a Moneth cal'd October; which brings in Colde weather, there are trenches too, 'tis rumor'd In which to stand all night to the knees in water, In Gallants breeds the tooth-ach, there's a sport too Nam'd lying Perdi, (doe you marke me) tis a game, Which you must learne to play at: now in these seasons, And choyse varietie of Exercises, (Nay I come to you) and fasts not for Deuotion, Your rambling hunt-smocke, feeles strange altorations, And in a Frosty morning, lookes as if He could with ease creepe in a pottle Pot In stead of his Mistris placket, then he Curses The time he spent in midnight visitations; And findes what he superfluously parted with, To be reported good, at length, and well breath'd, But if retriu'd into his backe againe, Would keepe him warmer then a Scarlet wast-coate, Or an Armour linde with Furre. O welcome, welcome, You haue cut off my discourse, but I will perfit My lecture in the Campe.