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 · 503 words
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O for some meat, they sit long. We forgot, When we drew out intemperate feasts till midnight: Their hunger was not thought on, nor their watchings; Nor did we hold ourselves served to the height, But when we did exact, and force their duties Beyond their strength and power. We pay for't now, I now could be content to have my head Broke with a rib of Beef, or for a Coffin Be buried in the dripping Pan. Do not hold me, Not kiss the Bride? No Sir. She's common good, And so we'll use her. we'll have nothing private. Hold: Here, Marullo. he's your chief. We are equals, I will know no obedience. Nor superior, Nay, if you are lion-drunk, I will make one, For lightly ever he that parts the fray, Goes away with the blows. Art thou mad too? No more, as you respect me. I obey, Sir, Quarrel among yourselves? Yes, in our Wine, Sir, And for our Wenches. How could we be Lords else? Take heed, I have news will cool this heat, & make you Remember, what you were. How? Send off these, And then I'll tell you. This is tyranny, Now she offends not. 'Tis for exercise, And to help digestion, what is she good for else? To me it was her language. Leave her off, And take heed Madam minx, the Wheel may turn. Go to your meat, and rest, and from this hour Remember, he that is a Lord today, May be a Slave tomorrow. good morality. But what would you impart? What must invite you To stand upon your guard, and leave your feasting, Or but imagine, what it is to be Most miserable, and rest assured you are so. Our Masters are victorious: How? Within A days march of the City, fleshed with spoil, And proud of conquest, the Armado sunk, The Carthaginian Admiral hand to hand, Slain by Leosthenes. I feel the whip Upon my back already. Every man Seek a convenient Tree, and hang himself. Better die once, then live an age to suffer New tortures every hour. Say, we submit, And yield us to their mercy. Can you flatter yourselves with such false hopes? or dare you think That you imperious Lords, that never failed To punish with severity petty slips, In your neglect of labour, may be won To pardon those licentious outrages, Which noble enemies forbear to practise Upon the conquered? What have you omitted, That may call on their just revenge with horror, And studied cruelty? We have gone too far To think now of retiring; in our courage, And during, lies our safety; if you are not Slaves in your abject minds, as in your fortunes Since to die is the worst, better expose Our naked breasts to their keen Swords, and sell Our lives with the most advantage, than to trust In a forestalled remission, or yield up Our bodies to the furnace of their fury, Thrice heated with revenge. You led us on.
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O for some meate, they sit long. We forgot, When we drew out intemperate feasts till midnight: Their hunger was not thought on, nor their watchings; Nor did we hold our selues seru'd to the height, But when we did exact, and force their duties Beyond their strength and power. We pay for't now, I now could be content to haue my head Broke with a ribbe of Beefe, or for a Coffin Be buried in the dripping Pan. Doe not hold me, Not kisse the Bride? No Sir. She's common good, And so wee'll vse her. Wee'le haue nothing priuate. Hold: Heere, Marullo. Hee's your chiefe. We are equals, I will know no obedience. Nor superior, Nay, if you are Lyon-drunke, I will make one, For lightly euer he that parts the fray, Goes away with the blowes. Art thou madde too? No more, as you respect me. I obey, Sir, Quarrell among your selues? Yes, in our Wine, Sir, And for our Wenches. How could we be Lords else? Take heed, I haue news will coole this heat, & make you Remember, what you were. How? Send off these, And then I'le tell you. This is tyrannie, Now she offends not. 'Tis for exercise, And to helpe digestion, what is she good for else? To me it was her language. Leaue her off, And take heed Madam minx, the Wheele may turne. Goe to your meate, and rest, and from this houre Remember, he that is a Lord to day, May be a Slaue to morrow. good morallity. But what would you impart? What must inuite you To stand vpon your guard, and leaue your feasting, Or but imagine, what it is to be Most miserable, and rest assur'd you are so. Our Masters are victorious: How? Within A dayes march of the Citie, flesh'd with spoyle, And proud of conquest, the Armado sunke, The Carthaginian Admirall hand to hand, Slaine by Leosthenes. I feele the whippe Vpon my backe already. Euery man Seeke a conuenient Tree, and hang himselfe. Better die once, then liue an age to suffer New tortures euery houre. Say, we submit, And yeeld vs to their mercy. Can you flatter Your selues with such false hopes? or dare you thinke That you imperious Lords, that neuer fail'd To punish with seuerity petty slipps, In your neglect of labour, may be wonne To pardon those licentious outrages, Which noble enemies forbeare to practise Vpon the conquer'd? What haue you omitted, That may call on their iust reuenge with horror, And studied cruelty? We haue gone too farre To thinke now of retyring; in our courage, And during, lies our safetie; if you are not Slaues in your abiect mindes, as in your fortunes Since to die is the worst, better expose Our naked breasts to their keene Swords, and sell Our liues with the most aduantage, then to trust In a forestal'd remission, or yeeld vp Our bodies to the furnace of their furie, Thrice heated with reuenge. You led vs on.