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 · 496 words
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Make a firm stand: The slaves not satisfied, they have beat us off, Prepare to sally forth. They are wild beasts, And to be tamed by policy; each man take A tough whip in his hand: such as you used To punish them with, as masters; in your looks carry severity, and awe; 'twill fright them More than your weapons; savage lions fly from The sight of fire; and these that have forgot That duty, your ne'er taught them with your swords, When unexpected, they behold those terrors Advanced aloft, that they were made to shake at, 'Twill force them to remember what they are, And stoop to due obedience. Here they come. Leave not a man alive; a wound is but a fleabiting, To what we suffered being slaves. O my heart! what do we see? the whip! our Masters! Dare you rebel, slaves? Mercy, mercy; where Shall we hide us from their fury? Fly, they follow; O, we shall be tormented: Enter with them, But yet forbear to kill them; still remember They are part of your wealth, and being disarmed, There is no danger. Let us first deliver Such as they have in Fetters, and at leisure Determine of their punishment. Friend, to you I leave the disposition of what's mine: I cannot think I am safe without your Sister, she's only worth my thought; and till I see What she has suffered, I am on the rack, And fury's my tormentors. I know, I am pursued, nor would I fly, Although the Ports were open, and a Convoy Ready to bring me off: the baseness of These villains, from the pride of all my hopes, Have thrown me to the bottomless Abyss Of horror, and despair; had they stood firm, I could have bought Cleora's free consent, With the safety of her Father's life, and Brothers: And forced Leosthenes to quit his claim, And kneel a Suitor for me. You must not think, What might have been, but what must now be practised, And suddenly resolve. All my poor fortunes Are at the stake, and I must run the hazard. Unseen, convey me to Cleora's Chamber, For in her sight, if it were possible, I would be apprehended: do not inquire The reason why, but help me. Make haste, one knocks, Ioue turn all to the best: you are welcome Sir. Thou giv'st it in a heavy tone. Alas, Sir, we have so long fed on the bread of sorrow, Drinking the bitter water of afflictions, Made loathsome to, by our continued fears, Comfort's a stranger to us. Fears! your sufferings, For which I am so overgone with grief, I dare not ask without compassionate tears, The villain's name, that robbed thee of thy honour; For being trained up in chastities cold School, And taught by such a Mistress as Cleora, 'Twere impious in me, to think Timandra Fell with her own consent. How mean you, fell, Sir? I understand you not.
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Make a firme stand: The slaues not satisfied, they haue beat vs off, Prepare to sally forth. They are wilde beasts, And to be tam'd by pollicie; each man take A tough whippe in his hand: such as you vs'd To punish them with, as masters; in your lookes carry seuerity, and awe; 'twill fright them More then your weapons; sauage Lyons flye from The sight of fire; and these that haue forgot That duty, your n'ere taught them with your swords, When vnexpected, they behold those terrors Aduanc'd aloft, that they were made to shake at, 'Twill force them to remember what they are, And stoope to due obedience. Heere they come. Leaue not a man aliue; a wound is but a fleabyting, To what we suffred being slaues. O my heart! what doe we see? the whippe! our Masters! Dare you rebell, slaues? Mercy, mercy; where Shall we hide vs from their furie? Fly, they follow; O, we shall be tormented: Enter with them, But yet forbeare to kill them; still remember They are part of your wealth, and being disarm'd, There is no danger. Let vs first deliuer Such as they haue in Fetters, and at leasure Determine of their punishment. Friend, to you I leaue the disposition of what's mine: I cannot thinke I am safe without your Sister, Shee's only worth my thought; and till I see What she has suffred, I am on the racke, And furye's my tormentors. I know, I am pursu'd, nor would I flye, Although the Ports were open, and a Conuoy Ready to bring me off: the basenesse of These villaines, from the pride of all my hopes, Haue throwne me to the bottomlesse Abisse Of horror, and despayre; had they stood firme, I could haue bought Cleoras free consent, With the safetie of her Fathers life, and Brothers: And forc'd Leosthenes to quit his claime, And kneele a Suitor for mee. You must not thinke, What might haue beene, but what must now be practic'd, And suddenly resolue. All my poore fortunes Are at the stake, and I must runne the hazard. Vnseene, conuey me to Cleora's Chamber, For in her sight, if it were possible, I would be apprehended: doe not inquire The reason why, but helpe me. Make haste, one knockes, Ioue turne all to the best: you are welcome Sir. Thou giu'st it in a heauy tone. Alas, Sir, Wee haue so long fed on the bread of sorrow, Drinking the bitter water of afflictions, Made loathsome to, by our continued feares, Comfort's a stranger to vs. Feare's! your suffrings, For which I am so ouergone with griefe, I dare not aske without compassionate teares, The villaines name, that rob'd thee of thy honour; For being train'd vp in chastities cold Schoole, And taught by such a Mistresse as Cleora, 'Twere impious in me, to thinke Timandra Fell with her owne consent. How meane you, fell, Sir? I vnderstand you not.