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friend_n	antony_n	caesar_n	degenerate_a	36	3	15.8481	5	false

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A27177	Comedies and tragedies written by Francis Beaumont and Iohn Fletcher ...	Beaumont, Francis, 1584-1616.; Fletcher, John, 1579-1625.; Shirley, James, 1596-1666.; Lowin, John, 1576-1659.; Taylor, Joseph, 1586?-1653?	1647 (1647)	Wing B1581; ESTC R22900	1,572,322	946

thee To take a rubbe or too out of my way As time shall serve say that it be a Brother Or a hard Father Sep. 'T is most necessary A Mother or a Sister or whom you please sir Pho. Or to betray a noble friend Sep. T is all one Pho. I know thou wilt stir for gold Sep. T is all my motion Pho. There take that for thy service and farewell I have greater businesse now Sep. I am still your owne Sir Pho. One thing I charge thee see me no more Septinius Vnlesse I send Exit Sep. I shall observe your houre So this brings something in the mouth some savour This is the Lord I serve the power I worship My friends Allyes And here lyes my Allegeance Let people talke as they please of my rudenesse And shun me for my deede bring but this to 'em Let me be damn'd for blood yet still I am honourable This God creates new tongues and new affections And though I had killd my Father give me gold I 'le make men sweare I have done a pious Sacrifice Now I will out-brave all make all my Servants And my brave deed shall be writ in wine for vertuous Exit Scena Tertia Enter Caesar Antony Dollobella Sceva Caesar Keepe strong guardes and with wary eyes my friends There is no trusting to these base Egyptians They that are false to pious benefits And make compelld necessityes their faithes Are traitors to the Gods Ant. Weel 'e call a shore A legion of the best Caesar Not a man Antony That were to shew our feares and dim our greatnesse No 't is enough my name 's a shore Sce. Too much too A sleeping Caesar is enough to shake them There are some two or three malitious Rascalls Trained up in villany besides that Cerberus That Roman dog that lick'd the blood of Pompey Dol. 'T is strange a Roman Souldier Sce You are cozend There be of us as be of all other nations Villaines and Knaves 't is not the name containes him But the obedience when that 's once forgotten And duty flung away then welcom Devill Photinus and Achillas and this vermine That 's now become a naturall Crocadile Must be with care obseru'd Ant. And 't is well counsell'd No confidence nor trust Sce. I le trust the Sea first When with her hollow murmurs she invites me And cluches in her stormes as politique Lyons Conceale their clawes I le trust the Devill first The rule of ill I le trust before the dore Caesar Go to your rests follow your own wisedomes And leave me to my thoughts pray no more complement Once more strong watches Dol. All shall be observ'd Sir Exit Caesar I am dull and heavy yet I cannot sleepe How happy was I in my lawfull warrs In Germany and Gaul and Britany When euery night with pleasure I sat downe What the day ministred the sleepe came sweetely But since I undertooke this home-division This civill war and past the Rubicon What have I done that speakes an antient Roman A good great Man I have enterd Rome by force And on her tender wombe that gave me life Let my insulting Souldiers rudely trample The deare vaines of my Country I have opend And saild upon the torrents that flowd from her The bloody streames that in their confluence Carried before 'em thousand desolations Rob'd the treasury and at one gripe Snatch'd all the wealth so many worthy triumphs Placed there as sacred to the peace of Rome I raiz'd Massilia in my wanton anger Petreius and Affrinius I defeated Pompey I over threw what did that get me The stubbord name of an authoriz'd enemy noise within I heare some noises they are the watches sure What friends have I tyde fast by these ambitiones Cato the lover of his Countryes freedom Is past now into Affrik to affront me Juha that kill'd my friend is up in armes too The Sonnes of Pompey are Masters of the Sea And from the reliques of their scatterd faction A new head 's sprung Say I defeate all these too I come home Crown'd an honourable Rebell I heare the noise still and it comes still nearer Are the guards fast who waites there Enter Sceva with a packet Cleopatra in it Sce. Are ye awake Sir Caesar 'I th name of wonder Sce. Nay I am a Porter A strong one too or else my sides would cracke Sir And my sinnes were as waighty I should scarce walke with 'em Caesar What hast thou there Sce. Aske them which stay without And brought it hither your presence I denide 'em And put 'em by tooke up the load my selfe They say 't is rich and valude at the Kingdome I am sure 't is heavy if you like to see it You may if not I 'le give it back Caesar Stay Sceva I would faine see it Sce. I 'le begin to worke then No doubt to flatter ye they have sent ye something Of a rich vallue Iewells or some Treasure May be a Rogue within to do a mischief I pray you stand farther off if there be villany Better my danger first he shall scape hard too Ha what art thou Caesar Stand farther off good Sceva What heavenly vision do I wake or slumber Farther off that hand friend Sce. What apparition What Spirit have I rais'd sure 't is a woman She lookes like one Now she begins to move too A tempting Devill ô my life go off Caesar Blesse thy selfe off a band growne in mine old dayes Bawdry advanced upon my back 't is noble Sir if you be a Souldier come no nearer She is sent to dispossesse you of your honour A spunge a spunge to wipe away your victories And she would be coold Sir let the Souldiers trim her They 'le give her that she came for and dispatch her Be loyall to your selfe thou damned woman Do'st thou come hither with thy flourishes Thy flaunts and faces to abuse mens manners And am I made the instrument of bawdry I 'le finde a lover for ye one shall hugg ye Caesar Hold on thy life and be more temperate Thou beast Sce. Thou beast Caesar Could'st thou be so inhumane So farr from noble men to draw thy weapon Upon a thing divine Sce. Divine or humane They are never better pleas'd nor more at harts-ease Then when we draw with full intent upon 'em Caesar Move this way Lady Pray ye let me speake to ye Sce. And woman you had best stand Caesar By the Gods But that I see her here and hope her mortall I should imagine some celestiall sweetnesse The treasure of soft love Sce. Oh this soundes mangely Poorely and scurvely in a Souldiers mouth You had best be troubled with the Tooth-ach too For lovers ever are and let your nose drop That your celestiall beauty may be-friend ye At these yeares do you learne to be fantasticall After so many bloody feildes a foole She brings her bed along too shee 'le loose no time Carryes her Litter to lye soft do you see that Invites ye like a Gamster

shall be or we 'll to schoole Exeunt Champ. How coolely these hot gallants are departed Faith cousin 't was unconscionably done To ly so still and so long Anab. 'T was your pleasure If 't were a fault I may hereafter mend Champ. O My best Wife Take now what course thou wilt and lead what life Lam. The more trust you commit the more care still Goodnesse and vertue shall attend my will Cham. Let 's laugh this night out now count our gains We have our honours home and they their paines Exeunt omnes Actus quarti Scena Prima Enter Cleremont Dinant Din. It holds they will goe thither Cler. To their Summer house Din. Thither i' th' evening and which is the most infliction Onely to insult upon our miseries Cler. Are you provided Din. Yes yes Cler. Throughly Din. Throughly Cler. Basta enough I have your mind I wil not faile you Din. At such an houre Cler. Have I a memorie A Cause and Will to doe thou art so sullen Din. And shall be till I have a faire reparation Cler. I have more reason for I scaped a fortune Which if I come so neare againe I say nothing But if I sweat not in another fashion O a delicate Wench Din. 'T is certaine a most handsome one Cle. And me thought the thing was angry with it self too It lay so long concealed but I must part with you I have a scene of mirth to drive this from my heart And my houre is come Din. Misse not your time Cler. I dare not Exeunt severally Enter Sampson and a Gentleman Gent. I presume sir you now need no instruction But fairely know what belongs to a Gentleman You beare your Uncles cause Sam. Doe not disturbe me I understand my cause and the right carriage Gent. Be not too bloody Sam. As I find my enemy if his sword bite If it bite sir you must pardon me Gent. No doubt he is valiant He durst not undertake else Sam. Hee 's most welcome As he is most valiant he were no man for me else Gent. But say he should relent Sam. Hee dies relenting I cannot helpe it he must die relenting If he pray praying ipso facto praying Your honourable way admits no prayer And if he sight he falls there 's his quiet us Gent. Y' are nobly punctuall let 's retire and meet 'em But still I say have mercy Samp. I say honour Exeunt Enter Champernell Lamira Anabell Beaupre Verdoone Charlote and a servant Lam. Will not you goe sweet-heart Cham. Goe I 'le fly with thee I stay behind Lam. My Father will be there too And all our best friends Beaup. And if we be not merry We have hard lucke Lady Verd. Faith let 's have a kind of play Cham. What shall it be Verd. The story of Dinant Lam. With the merry conceits of Cleremont His fitts and Fevers Ana. But I 'le lie still no more Lam. That as you make the Play 't will be rare sport And how 't will vex my gallants when they heare it Have you given order for the Coach Charl. Yes Madam Cham. My easie Nag and padd Serv. 'T is making ready Champ. Where are your horses Beau. Ready at an houre sir we 'll not be last Cham. Fy what a night shall we have A roaring merry night Lam. We 'll fly at all sir Cham. I 'le fly at thee too finely and so ruffle thee I 'le try your Art upon a Country pallet Lam. Brag not too much for feare I should expect it Then if you faile Cham. Thou saiest too true we all talke But let 's in and prepare and after dinner Begin our mirthfull pilgrimage Lam. He that 's sad A crab-fac'd Mistris cleave to him for this yeare Exeunt Enter Cleremont and La-writ La-writ Since it cannot be the Judge Cler. 'T is a great deale better La-writ You are sure he is his kinsman a gentleman Cler. As arrant a gentleman and a brave fellow And so neare to his blood La-writ It shall suffice I 'le set him further off I 'le give a remove Shall quit his kindred I 'le lopp him Cler. Will ye kill him La-w. And there were no more cosins in the world I kil him I do mean sir to kill all my Lords kindred For every Cause a cousin Cler. How if he have no more cousins La-writ The next a kin then to his Lordships favour The man he smiles upon Cler. Why this is vengeance horrid and dire La-writ I love a dire revenge Give me the man that will all others kill And last himselfe Cler. You stole that resolution La-writ I had it in a Play but that 's all one I woo'd see it done Cler. Come you must be more mercifull La-writ To no Lords cosins in the world I hate 'em A Lords cosin to me is a kind of Cocatrice If I see him first he dies A strange Antipathy Cler. What think you of their Neeces La-writ If I like 'em They may live and multiply 't is a cold morning Cler. 'T is sharpe indeed you have broke your fast La-writ No verily Cler. Your valour would have ask'd a good foundation La-writ Hang him I 'le kill him fasting Enter Sampson and the Gent. Cler. Here they come Beare your selfe in your language smooth and gently When your swords argue La-writ 'Pray sir spare your precepts Gent. I have brought you sir La-writ 'T is very well no words You are welcome sir Sam. I thanke you sir few words La-writ I 'le kill you for your Uncles sake Sam. I love you I 'le cut your throat for your owne sake La-writ I esteeme of you Cler. Let 's render 'em honest and faire gentlemen Search my friend I 'le search yours Gent. That 's quickly done Cler. You come with no spells nor witchcrafts Sam. I come fairely to kill him honestly La-writ Hang Spells and Witchcrafts I come to kill my Lords Nephew like a gentleman And so I kisse his hand Gent. This doublet is too stiffe La-writ Off woo't I hate it And all such fortifications feele my skin If that be stiffe flea that off too Gent. 'T is no soft one La-wr. Off woo't I say I 'le fight with him like a flead Catt Gent. You are well you are well Put off Cler. You must uncase too Sam. Yes sir But tell me this why should I mix mine honour With a fellow that has ne'r a lace in 's shirt Gent. That 's a maine point my friend has two Cler. That 's true sir La-w. Base and degenerate cousin doest not thou know An old and tatter'd colours to the enemy Is of more honour and shewes more ominous This shirt five times victorious I have fought under And cut through squadrons of your curious Cut-workes As I will doe through thine shake and be satisfied Cler. This is unanswerable Sam. But may I fight with a foule shirt Gent. Most certaine so it be a fighting shirt Let it be ne'r so foule or lowsie Caesar wore such a one Sam. Saint Denis then I accept