Field, Nathan / Massinger, Philip · published 1632 · first performed or written 1619 [1617-1619] (Annals) tragedy · King's Men · Blackfriars unassigned nearest T50 Fleets, armies and generals: war by sea · 485 words
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Yet I, that in my service done my Country, Disdain to be put in the scale with thee, Confess myself unworthy to be valued With the least part, nay hair of the dead Marshal, Of whose so many glorious undertakings, Make choice of any one, and that the meanest Performed against the subtle Fox of France, The politic Lewis, or the more desperate Swiss, And 'twill outweigh all the good purpose, Though put in act, that ever gown-man practised. Away with him to prison. that curses, Urged justly, and breathed forth so, ever fell On those that did deserve them; let not mine Be spent in vain now, that thou from this instant Mayest in thy fear that they will fall upon thee, Be sensible of the plagues they shall bring with them. And for denying of a little earth, To cover what remains of our great soldier: May all your wives prove whores, your factors thieves, And while you live, your riotous heirs undo you. And thou, the patron of their cruelty, Of all thy Lordships live not to be owner Of so much dung as will conceal a Dog, Or what is worse, thyself in. And thy years, To th'end thou mayst be wretched, I wish many, And as thou hast denied the dead a grave, May misery in thy life make thee desire one, Which men and all the Elements keep from thee: I have begun well, imitate, exceed. Good counsel were it, a praise worthy deed. Remember what we are. Thus low my duty answers your Lordship's counsel. I will use In the few words (with which I am to trouble Your Lordship's ears) the temper that you wish me, Not that I fear to speak my thoughts as loud, And with a liberty beyond Romont: But that I know, for me that am made up Of all that's wretched, so to haste my end, Would seem to most, rather a willingness To quit the burden of a hopeless life, Then scorn of death, or duty to the dead. I therefore bring the tribute of my praise To your severity, and commend the justice, That will not for the many services That any man hath done the Common wealth, Wink at his least of ills: what though my father Writ man before he was so, and confirmed it, By numbering that day, no part of his life, In which he did not service to his Country; Was he to be free therefore from the Laws, And ceremonious form in your decrees? Or else because he did as much as man In those three memorable overthrows A Granson, Morat, Nancy, where his Master, The warlike Charloyes (with whose misfortunes I bear his name) lost treasure, men and life, To be excused, from payment of those sums Which (his own patrimony spent) his zeal, To serve his Country, forced him to take up?
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Yet I, that in my seruice done my Country, Disdaine to bee put in the scale with thee, Confesse my selfe vnworthy to bee valued VVith the least part, nay haire of the dead Marshall, Of whose so many glorious vndertakings, Make choice of any one, and that the meanest Performd against the subtill Fox of France, The politique Lewis, or the more desperate Swise, And 'twyl outwaygh all the good purpose, Though put in act, that uer Gowneman practizd. Away with him to prison. f hat curses, Vrg'd usly, and breath'd forth so, euer fell On those that did deserue them; let not mine Be spent in vaine now, that thou from this instant Mayest in thy feare that they will fall vpon thee, Be sensible of the plagues they shall bring with them. And for denying of a little earth, To couer what remaynes of our great soldyer: May all your wiues proue whores, your factors theeues, And while you liue, your yotous heires vndoe you And thou, the patron of their cruelty, Of all thy Lordships liue not to be owner Of so much dung as will conceale a Dog, Or what is worse, thy selfe in. And thy yeeres, To th'end thou mayst be wretched, I wish many, And as thou hast denied the dead a graue, May misery in thy life make thee desire one, Which men and all the Elements keepe from thee: I haue begun well, imitate, exceed. Good counsayle were it, a prayse worthy deed. Remember what we are. Thus low my duty Answeres your Lordships counsaile. I will vse In the fw words (with which I am to trouble Your Lordships eares) the temper that you wish mee, Not that I feare to speake my thoughts as lowd, And with a liberty beyond Romont: But that I know, for me that am made vp Of all that's wretched, so to ste my end, Would seeme to most, rather a willingesse To qit the burthen of a hopelesse life, Then scorne of death, or duty to the dead. I therefore bring the tribute of my prayse To your seueritie, and commend the Iustice, That will not for the many seruices That any man hath done the Common wealth, Winke at his least of ills: what though my father VVrit man before he was so, and confirmd it, By nmbring that day, no part of his life, In which he did not seruice to his Country; Was he to be free therefore from the Lawes, And ceremonious forme in your decrees? Or else because he did as much as man In those three memorable ouerthrowes A Granson, Morat, Nancy, where his Master, The warlike Charloyes (with whose misfortunes I beare his name) lost treasure, men and life, To be excus'd, from paymnt of those summes Which (his owne patrimony spent) his zeale, To serue his Countrey, forc'd him to take vp?