Beaumont & Fletchers Works (2 of 10) – the Humourous Lieutenant. Beaumont Francis

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      Dem. Must these, hold pace with us,

      And on the same file hang their memories?

      Must these examine what the wills of Kings are?

      Prescribe to their designs, and chain their actions

      To their restraints? be friends, and foes when they please?

      Send out their Thunders, and their menaces,

      As if the fate of mortal things were theirs?

      Go home good men, and tell your Masters from us,

      We do 'em too much honour to force from 'em

      Their barren Countries, ruin their vast Cities,

      And tell 'em out of love, we mean to leave 'em

      (Since they will needs be Kings) no more to tread on,

      Than they have able wits, and powers to manage,

      And so we shall befriend 'em. Ha! what does she there?

      Emb. This is your answer King?

      Ant. 'Tis like to prove so.

      Dem. Fie, sweet, what makes you here?

      Cel. Pray ye do not chide me.

      Dem. You do your self much wrong and me.

      I feel my fault which only was committed

      Through my dear love to you: I have not seen ye,

      And how can I live then? I have not spoke to ye—

      Cel. Lord, how they flock now!

      Before I was afraid they would have beat me;

      How these flies play i'th' Sun-shine! pray ye no services,

      Or if ye needs must play the Hobby-horses,

      Seek out some beauty that affects 'em: farewel,

      Nay pray ye spare: Gentlemen I am old enough

      To go alone at these years, without crutches. [Exit.

      2 Ush. Well I could curse now: but that will not help me,

      I made as sure account of this wench now, immediately,

      Do but consider how the Devil has crost me,

      Meat for my Master she cries, well—

      3 Em. Once more, Sir, We ask your resolutions: Peace or War yet?

      Dem. Tell your high hearted Masters, they shall not seek us,

      Nor cool i'th' field in expectation of us,

      We'l ease your men those marches: In their strengths,

      And full abilities of mind and courage,

      We'l find 'em out, and at their best trim buckle with 'em.

      Ant. Conduct em— [Ex. Em.

      Now, for this preparation: where's Leontius?

      Call him in presently: for I mean in person Gentlemen

      My self, with my old fortune—

      Dem. Royal Sir:

      Thus low I beg this honour: fame already

      Hath every where rais'd Trophies to your glory,

      And conquest now grown old, and weak with following

      The weary marches and the bloody shocks

      You daily set her in: 'tis now scarce honour

      For you that never knew to fight, but conquer,

      To sparkle such poor people: the Royal Eagle

      When she hath tri'd [h]er young ones 'gainst the Sun,

      And found 'em right; next teacheth 'em to prey,

      How to command on wing, and check below her

      Even Birds of noble plume; I am your own, Sir,

      You have found my spirit, try it now, and teach it

      To stoop whole Kingdoms: leave a little for me:

      Let not your glory be so greedy, Sir,

      To eat up all my hopes; you gave me life,

      If to that life you add not what's more lasting

      A noble name, for man, you have made a shadow:

      Bless me this day: bid me go on, and lead,

      Bid me go on, no less fear'd, than Antigonus,

      And to my maiden sword, tye fast your fortune:

      I know 'twill fight it self then: dear Sir, honour me:

      Never fair Virgin long'd so.

      Ant. Rise, and command then,

      And be as fortunate, as I expect ye:

      I love that noble will; your young companions

      Bred up and foster'd with ye, I hope Demetrius,

      You will make souldiers too: they must not leave СКАЧАТЬ