Gomersall, Robert · published 1633 · first performed or written 1628 [1622-1628] (Annals) tragedy unassigned nearest T50 Fleets, armies and generals: war by sea · 512 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T50: sea, honour, general, soldiers, men, ship, fight, soldier, king, vittori.
O my good Lood! I fear this is beyond Addition. O my blood fails me, but my tongue does more, Fearing the story that it must relate. Your Army being parted, and this half Cajazzo leading, that Sanseverin, My troops did fall amongst the French men's scouts; From whom we learned their numbers, & intents, To march with speed for Milan: this sad news We sent to Count Cajazzo, with advice, That he would instantly rejoin with us, To stop their further entrance: he pretends That the Venetians hemming in his camp Have made his danger greater: yet he moves, Makes to the river, and when now our thoughts Had left their wavering, and did seem assured His actions would be better than his words, I saw, O misery that ere I saw! That crossing o'er the Po he did embrace Those men which he in duty should have killed: (O 'tis this kills me, not my want of blood) I in just anger set upon the Rear, And after many vain attempts, have brought My carcase, to entreat for my revenge. This is conspiracy: Cajazzo false? Tell me that contradictions than are true, Tell me the heavens no more do travel now Being grown inconstant to their motion: Or that the Earth pursy with too long ease Would with a walk at length refresh herself: Tell me that Princes may be fortunate, Those that like me are credulous: or if You'd speak of things more hard to be believed, Tell me, there are, that birth of fear, called Gods, And if they be, that they do think of Man: Tell me, O prithee tell me somewhat else, Or I shall think thee false, and not Cajazzo, But I do know thee true, know thy wounds true. And must conclude Cajazzo is most fals. To be o'ercome, my Lord, is wretched chance. But not to fight at all will be thought crime, I ne'er durst think so to survive ill luck As to become the fatal messenger But I must say, I durst not fight, and more, I must entreat your cowardice, your foes Are strengthened with your Army (o pardon me Let me not tell you (how) and all our troops Have no power left us but for a safe flight. I did expect this: was not man at first Placed on this curious Theatre, to see How he could act all parts: do we not know What we can fear is nothing? providence Long since hath spent our fear; for a wise man, When he does found his happiness, forecasts Mischiefs, that Fate had never practised yet, Which if they happen, if they prove too true, They meet, not overtake him, and so find A scorn, because a preparation. I knew it might be thus, though I not feared, And know it may be better, though not hope: Yet let us ne'er despair, nor by low thoughts Excuse Fate for her present injury, And when once more her favours we shall feel, Then say, that Fortune has no standing wheel.
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O my good Lood! I feare this is beyond Addition. O my blood failes me, but my tongue does more, Fearing the story that it must relate. Your Army being parted, and this halfe Cajazzo leading, that Sanseverin, My troops did fall amongst the French mens scouts; From whom we learn't their numbers, & intents, To march with speed for Millan: this sad newes VVe sent to Count Cajazzo, with advice, That he would instantly rejoyne with us, To stop their further entrance: he pretends That the Venetians hemming in his campe Have made his danger greater: yet he moves, Makes to the river, and when now our thoughts Had left their wav'ring, and did seeme assur'd His actions would be better then his words, I saw, O misery that ere I saw! That crossing o'r the Po he did embrace Those men which he in duty should have kill'd: (O tis this kils me, not my want of blood) I in just anger set upon the Reare, And after many vaine attempts, have brought My carkasse, to intreat for my revenge. This is conspiracy: Cajazzo false? Tell me that contradictions then are true, Tell me the heav'ns no more doe travell now Being growne inconstant to their motion: Or that the Earth pursie with too long ease Would with a walke at length refresh her selfe: Tell me that Princes may be fortunate, Those that like me are credulous: or if You'd speake of things more hard to be beleev'd, Tell me, there are, that birth of feare, call'd Gods, And if they be, that they doe thinke of Man: Tell me, O prethee tell me somewhat else, Or I shall thinke thee false, and not Cajazzo, But I do know thee true, know thy wounds true. And must conclude Cajazzo is most fals. To be o'recome, my Lord, is wretched chance. But not to fight at all will be thought crime, I n're durst thinke so to surviue ill lucke As to become the fatall messenger But I must say, I durst not fight, and more, I must intreat your cowardize, your foes Are strengthned with your Army (ô pardon me Let me not tell you (how) and all our troopes Have no pow'r left us but for a safe flight. I did expect this: was not man at first Plac'd on this curious Theater, to see How he could act all parts: doe we not know What we can feare is nothing? providence Long since hath spent our feare; for a wise man, When he does found his happinesse, forecasts Mischiefs, that Fate had never practiz'd yet, Which if they happen, if they prove too true, They meet, not overtake him, and so find A scorne, because a preparation. I knew it might be thus, though I not fear'd, And know it may be better, though not hope: Yet let us ne'r despaire, nor by low thoughts Excuse Fate for her present injury, And when once more her favours we shall feele, Then say, that Fortune has no standing wheele.