A Collection of Old English Plays, Volume 2 eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 401 pages of information about A Collection of Old English Plays, Volume 2.

A Collection of Old English Plays, Volume 2 eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 401 pages of information about A Collection of Old English Plays, Volume 2.

Bar.  This is shrewdly urgd.

1 Cap.  Where we, poore wretches, covetous of fame onely,
Come hether but as to a Schoole of war
To learne to struggle against cold and hunger,
And with unwearied steps to overcome
A tedious march when the hot Lyons breath
Burnes up the feilds; the glory that we ayme at
Being our obedience to such as doe
Commaund in cheif; to keepe our rancks, to fly
More then the death all mutenies and rebellions. 
And would you then, whose wisdomes should correct
Such follies in us, rob us of that litle,
That litle honour that rewards our service,
To bring our necks to the Hangmans Sword or Halter,
Or (should we scape) to brand our foreheads with
The name of Rebells?

Giles.  I am put to a non plus:—­ Speake mine Here Secretarie.

Leid.  I have heard
So much deliverd by you and so well,
Your actions, too, at all parts answearing
What you have spoken, that I must acknowledge
We all stand far indebted to your service: 
And therefore, as unto the worthiest,
The faithfullest and strongest that protect
Us and our Cuntries, we now seek to you,
And would not but such men should be remembred
As principall assistants in the Care
Of a disease which now the State lyes sick of. 
I know you love the valiant Prince, and yet
You must graunt him a Servant to the States
As you are, Gentlemen, and therefore will not
Defend that in him which you would not cherish
In cold blood in your selves; for should he be
Disloyall—­

Leuit.  He disloyall! ’tis a language I will not heare.

2 Cap.  Such a suspition of him Is one that wore a Sword deserv’d the lye.

1 Cap.  We know your oild tongue; and your rethorique
Will hardly work on us that are acquainted
With what faire language your ill purposes
Are ever cloathd, nor ever wilbe won
To undervalue him whose least fam’d service
Scornes to be put in ballance with the best
Of all your Counsailes; and for his faith, O heaven! 
It do’s as far transcend yours in your praires
As light do’s darkness.

Leid.  I perceive ’tis true
That such as flatter Servants make them prowd. 
Wee’ll use a rougher way, and here commaund you
To leave the Towne, and sodainely, if you wish not
To be forced hence.

1 Cap.  Your new raisd Companies
Of such as never saw the Enemie
Can hardly make that good:  we were placed here
By the allowaunce of the generall States
And of the Prince to keep it to their use.

Leuit.  And we will doe it.

1 Cap.  And while there is Lead
Upon a house, or any Soldier master
But of a doyt:  when that is gon, expect
That we will make you sport, or leave our lives
To witness we were faithfull.—­Come, Lieutenant,
Let us draw up the Companies; and then
Charge on us when you please.
                                        [Exeunt.

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