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 · 513 words
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You must therefore to Sienna for me, and pay to Gonzaga This ransom for his liberty, you shall Have bills of exchange along with you. Let him swear A solemn contract to me, for you must be My principal witness, if he should. But why Do I entertain these jealousies? you will do this? Faithfully, Madam. But not live long after One thing I had forgot. Besides his freedom He may want accommodations, furnish him According to his birth. And from Camiola Deliver this kiss, printed on your lips Sealed on his hand! you shall not see my blushes, I'll instantly dispatch you. I am half Hanged out of the way already, was there ever Poor lover so employed against himself To make way for his rival? I must do it, Nay more, I will. If loyalty can find Recompense beyond hope, or imagination Let it fall on me in the other world, As a reward, for in this I dare not hope it. YOu have seized upon the Citadel, and disarmed All that could make resistance Hunger had Done that before we came; nor was the soldier Compelled to seek for prey the famished wretches, In hope of mercy, as a sacrifice offered All that was worth the taking. You proclaimed, On pain of death, no violence should be offered To any woman. But it needed not, For famine had so humbled 'em and took off The care of their sex's honour, that there was not So coy a beauty in the town, but would For halfe a mouldy biscuit sell herself To a poor bezonian, and without shrieking Where is the Duke of Urbin. Under guard, As you directed See the Soldiers set. In rank, and file, and as the Dutchess passes Bid 'em veil their ensigns, and charge 'em on their lives Not to cry whores. The devil cannot fright 'em From their military licence, though they know They are her subjects, and will part with being, To do her service; yet since she is a woman, They will touch at her britch with their tongues, and that is all That they can hope for. O the devil! they are at it. Hell, stop, their bawling throats; again! make up And cudgel them into jelly. To no purpose, Though their mouths were there, They would have the same name for 'em. I Do beseech your highness not to ascribe To the want of discipline, the barbarous rudeness Of the soldier in his profanation of Your sacred name, and virtues No, Lord General, I have heard my father say oft, 'twas a custom, Usual in the camp, nor are they to be punished For words, that have in fact deserved so well. Let the one excuse the other. Excellent Princess! But for these aids from Sicily sent against us To blast our spring of conquest in the bud: I cannot find, my Lord Ambassador, How we should entertain't but as a wrong. With purpose to detain us from our own. howe'er the King endeavours in his letters To mitigate the affront.
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You must therefore to Sina for mee, and pay to Gonzaga This ransome for his liberty, you shall Have bills of exchange along with you. Let him sweare A solemne contract to me, for you must be My principall witnesse, if he should. But why Do I entertaine these jealousies? you will do this? Faithfully, Madam. But not live long after One thing I had forgot. Besides his freedome He may want accomodations, furnish him According to his birth. And from Camiola Deliver this kisse, printed on your lips Seal'd on his hand! you shall not see my blushe, I'll instantly dispatch you. I am halfe Hang'd out of the way already, was there ever Poore lover so imploy'd against himselfe To make way for his rivall? I must doe it, Nay more, I will. If loyalty can finde Recompence beyond hope, or imagination Let it fall on mee in the other world, As a reward, for in this I dare not hope it. YOu haue seaz'd upon the Citadell, and disarm'd All that could make resistance Hunger had Done that before wee came; nor was the souldiour Compel'd to seeke for prey the famish'd wretches, In hope of mercy, as a sacrifice offer'd All that was worth the taking. You proclaim'd, On paine of death, no violence should be offe'd To any woman. But it needed not, For famine had so humbl'd 'em and tooke off The care of their sexes honour, that there was not So coy a beay in the towne, but would For halfe a mouldy bisket sell her selfe To a poore besognion, and without shrieking Where is the Duke of rbin. Vnder guard, As you directed See the Souldiers set. In ranke, and file, and as the Duchesse passes Bid 'em vaile their ensignes, and charge 'em on their lives Not to cry whores. The divell cannot fright 'em From their military licence, though they know They are her subjects, and will part with being, To do her service; yet since she is a woman, They will touch at her britch with their tongues, and that is all That they can hope for. O the divell! they are at it. Hell, stoppe, their bawling throats; againe! make up And cudgell them into jelly. To no purpose, Though their mouthes were there, They would have the same name for 'em. I Doe beseech your highesse not to ascribe To the want of disciplin, the barbarous rudenes Of the souldie in his prophanation of Your sacred name, and vertues No, Lord Generall, I have heard my father say oft, 'twas a custome, Vsuall in the campe, nor are they to be punish'd For words, that have in fact deserv'd so well. Let the one excuse the other. Excellent Princesse! But for these aids from Sicily sent against us To blast our pring of conquest in the bud: I cannot find, my Lord Embassadour, How we should entertaine't but as a wrong. With purpose to detaine us from our owne. How e'r the King endeavours in his letters To mitigate the affront.