Massinger, Philip · published 1632 · first performed or written 1621 [1621-1622; prologue, 1629/30(?)] (Annals) tragicomedy · Queen Henrietta Maria's Men · Phoenix/Cockpit unassigned nearest T50 Fleets, armies and generals: war by sea · 464 words
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Ours are finished If we make use of fortune. Her false smiles Deprive you of your judgements. The condition Of our affairs exacts a double care, And like bifronted Ianus, we must look Backward, as forwards: though a flattering calm Bids us urge on, a sudden tempest raised, Not feared, much less expected, in our rear May foully fall upon us, and distract us To our confusion. Our scout! what brings Thy ghastly looks, and sudden speed? Th'assurance Of a new enemy. This I foresaw and feared. What are they, know it thou? They are by their colours Sicilians, bravely mounted, and the brightness Of their rich armours doubly guilded with Reflection of the Sun. From Sicilie? The King in league! no war proclaimed! 'tis foul But this must be prevented, not disputed Ha, how is this? your ostrich plumes, that but e'en now like quills of Porcupines seemed to threaten The stairs, drop at the rumor of a shower? And like to captive colours sweep the earth? Bear up, but in great dangers, greater minds Are never proud. Shall a few loose troops untrained But in a customary ostentation, Presented as a sacrifice to your valours Cause a dejection in you? No dejection. However startled, where you lead, we'll follow 'Tis bravely said. We will not stay their charge, But meet'em man to man, and horse to horse. Pierio in our absence hold our place, And with our footmen, and those sickly troops, Prevent a sally. I in mine own person, With part of the cavalry, will bid, These hunter's welcome to a bloody breakfast, But I lose time. I'll to my charge. And we To ours. I'll bring you on. If we come off It is not amiss, if not, my state is settled NO aids from Sicilie? Hath hope forsook us? And that vain comfort to affliction, pity By our vowed friend denied us? we can nor live, Nor die with honour: like beasts in a toil we wait the leisure of the bloody hunter, Who is not so far reconciled unto us, As in one death to give a period To our calamities, but in delaying The fate we cannot fly from, starved with wants, we die this night to live again tomorrow, And suffer greater torments. There is not Three days' provision for every soldier, At an ounce of bread a day left in the City. To die the beggar's death with hunger, made Anatomies while we live, cannot but crack Our heartstrings with vexation. Would they would break, Break altogether, how willingly like Cato Could I tear out my bowels, rather than Look on the conquerors insulting face, But that religion, and the horrid dream To be suffered in the other world denies it. What news with thee?
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Ours are finish'd If we make use of fortune. Her false smiles Deprive you of your judgements. The condition Of our affaires exacts a double care, And like bifronted Ianus, wee must looke Backward, as forwards: though a flattering calme Bids us urge on, a sudden tempest rais'd, Not fear'd, much lesse expected, in our reere May foully fall upon us, and distract us To our confusion. Our scout! what brings Thy ghastly lookes, and sudden speede? Th'assurance Of a new enemy. This I fore-saw and fear'd. What are they, know it thou? They are by their colours Sicilians, bravly mounted, and the brightne Of their rich armours doubly guilded with Reflection of the Sunne. From Sicilie? The King in leagu! no warr proclaimed 'tis foule But this must be prevented, not disputed Ha, how is this? your Estridge plumes, that but E'n now like quills of Porcupines seem'd to threaten The staes, drop at the umor of a shwer? And like to captive colours sweep the earth? Beare up, but in great dangers, greater mindes Are neuer proud. Shall a few loose troopes untrain'd But in a customary oftentatiou, Psented as a sacrifice to your valours Cause a dejection in you? No dejection. However startl'd, where you lead, we'll follow 'Tis bravely said. We will not stay their charge, But meet'm man to man, and horse to horse. Pierio in our absence hold our place, And with our foot-men, and those sickely troupes, Prevent a sally. I in mine owne person, With part of the cavallery, will bid, These hunters welcome to a bloody breakefast, But I lose time. I'll to my charge. And wee To ours. I'll bring you on. If we come off It is not amisse, if not, my state is settl'd NO aydes from Sicilie? Hath hope forsooke us? And that vaine comfort to affliction, pitty By our vow'd friend deni'd us? we can nor live, Nor die with honor: like beasts in a toyle Wee waite the leasure of the bloody hunter, Who is not so farre reconcil'd uto us, As in one death to give a period To our calamities, but in delaying The fate wee cannot flie from, starv'd with wants, Wee die this night to live againe to morrow, And suffer greater torments. There is not Three dayes provision for every soldiour, At an ounce of bread a day left in the Citty. To dye the beggers death with hunger, made Anatom es while we live, cannot but cracke Our heart-strings with vexation. Would they would breake, Breake altogether, how willingly like Cato Could I teare out my bowells, rather then Looke on the conquerors insulting face, But that religion, and the horrid dreame To be suffer'd in the other world denyes it. What newes with thee?