Massinger, Philip · published 1632 · first performed or written 1621 [1621-1622; prologue, 1629/30(?)] (Annals) tragicomedy · Queen Henrietta Maria's Men · Phoenix/Cockpit T50 Fleets, armies and generals: war by sea typicality 0.78 · 493 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T50: sea, honour, general, soldiers, men, ship, fight, soldier, king, vittori.
From the turret of the fort By the rising clouds of dust, through which, like lightning The splendor of bright arms sometimes broke through, I did descry some forces making towards us, And from the camp, as emulous of their glory, The General, (for I know him by his horse) Tnd bravely seconded. encounter'd 'em. Their greetings were to rough for friends, their swords And not their tongues exchanging courtesies. By this the main Battalias are joined, And if you please to be spectators of The horrid issue, I will bring you where As in a Theater you may see their fates In purple gore presented. Heaven. If yet Thou art appeased for my wrong done to Aurelia, Take pity of my miseries. Lead the way, friend. WE have 'em yet, though they cost us dear. This was Charged home, and bravely followed. Be to yourselves True mirrors to each other's worth, and looking With noble Emulation on his wounds, (The glorious Livery of triumphant war) Imagine these with equal grace appear Upon yourself. The bloody †swsat† you have suffered In this laborious, nay toilsome harvest, Yields a rich crop of conquest, and the spoil Most precious balsum to a soldier's hurts Will ease and cure 'em. Let me look upon The prisons faces. O how much transformed From what they were. O Mars! were these toys fashioned To undergo the burden of thy service? The weight of their defensive armour bruised Their weak, effeminate limbs, and would have forced'em In a hot day without a blow to yield. This insultation shows not manly in you. To men I had forborne it, you are women, Or at the best loose carpet knights, what fury Seduced you to exchange your case in Court For labour in the field? Perhaps you thought. To charge through dust, and blood, an armed foe, Was but like graceful running at the ring For a want on mistress glove, and the encounter A soft impression on her lips. But you gaudy butterflies, and I wrong myself In parling with you. Vae victis. Now we prove it. But here's one fashioned in another mould, And made of tougher metal. True, I owe him For this wound bravely given. O that mountains Were heaped upon me, that I might expire A wretch no more remembered. Look up Sr. To be o'ercome deserves no shame. If you Had fall'n ingloriously, or could accuse Your want of courage in resistance, 'twere To be lamented: But since you performed As much as could be hoped for from a man, (Fortune his enemy) you wrong yourself In this direction. I am honoured in My victory o'er you: but to have these My prisoners, is in my true judgement rather, Captivity than a triumph; you shall find Fair quarter from me, and your many wounds (Which I hope are not mortal) with such care Looked to, and cured, as if your nearest friend Attended on you.
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From the turret of the fort By the rising clouds of dust, through which, like lightning The spendor of bright armes sometimes brake through, I did descry some forces making towards us, And from the campe, as emulous of their glory, The Generall, (for I know him by his horse) Tnd bravely seconded. encounter'd 'em. Their greetings were to rough for friends, their swords And not their tongues exchanging courtesies. By this the maine Battalias are joyn'd, And if you please to be spectators of The horrid issue, I will bring you where As in a Theater you may see their fates In purple gore presented. Heaven. If yet Thou art appeas'd for my wrong done to Aurelia, Take pitty of my miseries. Lead the way, friend. VVE have 'em yet, though they cost vs deer. This was Charg'd home, and bravely follow'd. Be to yourselves True mirrors to each others worth, and looking Wth noble Emulation on his wounds, (he glorious Livery of tiumphant war) Imagine these with equall grace appeare Vpon your selfe. The bloody wsat you have suffer'd In this laborious, nay toylesome harvest, Yeelds a rich crop of conquest, and the spoyle Most precious balsum to a souldies hus Will ase and cure 'em. Let me looke upn Te prisones faces. O how much transform'd From what they were. O Mars! were thee toyes fashion'd To undergoe the burthen of thy service? The weight of their defesive armor bruiz'd Their weak, effeinate limbes, and would have forc'd'em In a hot day without a blow to yeeld. This insultation shewes not manly in you. To men I had fororne it, you are women, Or at the best loose carpet knights, what fury Seduc'd you to exchange your ase in Court For labour in the field? Perhaps you thought. To charge through dust, and blood, an armed foe, Was but like gracefull running at the ring For a want on mistrisse glove, and the encounter A soft impression on her lips. But you Ae gawdi butterflies, and I wrong my selfe In parling with you. Vae victis. Now we prove it. But here's one fashion'd in another mould, And made of tougher mettall. True, I owe him For this wound bravely given. O that mountaines Were heap'd upon me, that I might expire A wretch no more remembred. Look up Sr. To be orecome deserves no shame. If you Had falne ingloriously, or could accuse Your want of courage in resistance, 'twere To be lamented: But since you perform'd As much as could be hop'd for from a man, (Fortune his enemy) you wrong your selfe In this direction I am honor'd in My victory ore you: but to have these My prisoners, is in my true judgement rather, Captivitie then a triumph; you shall finde Faire quarter from me, and your many wounds (Which I hope are not mortall) with such care Lookt to, aud cur'd, as if your nearest friend Attended on you.