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A39804	The humorous lieutenant, or, Generous enemies a comedy as it is now acted by His Majesties servants, at the Theatre-Royal in Drury-Lane.	Fletcher, John, 1579-1625.; Beaumont, Francis, 1584-1616.	1697 (1697)	Wing F1344; ESTC R24336	53,811	67

the Train is coming Enter King Antigonous Tymon Charinthus Menippus Cel. Have I yet left a Beauty to Catch Fools Yet yet I see him not O what a misery Is love expected long deluded longer Ant. Conduct in the Embassadors 1 Vsh. Make room there Ant. They shall not wait long Answer Cel. Yet he comes not Enter Three Embassadors Why are Eyes set on these and Multitudes Follow to make these Wonders O good gods What would these look like if my Love were here But I am fond forgetful Ant. Now your grievance Speak short and have as short dispatch 1 Em. Then thus Sir In all our Royal Masters names We tell you Ye have done Injustice broke the bonds of Concord And from their equal shares from Alexander Parted and so possess'd not like a Brother But as an open Enemy Ye have hedged in Whole Provinces Man'd and maintain'd these Injuries And daily with your Sword though they still honour ye Make bloody Roades take Towns and ruin Castles And still their sufferance feels the weight 2 Em. Think of that Love Great Sir that honour'd Friendship Your self hold with our Masters think of that strength When you were all one Body all one Mind When all your Swords strook one way when your Anger 's Like so many brother billows rose together And curling up your foaming crests defy'd Even Mighty Kings and in their falls entomb'd 'em O think of these and you that have been Conquerors That ever led your Fortunes open ey'd Chain'd fast by considence you that Fame courted Now ye want Enemies and Men to match ye Let not your own Swords seek your ends to shame ye Enter Demetrius with a Javelin and Gentlemen 3 Em. Choose which you will or Peace or War We come prepar'd for either 1 Vsh. Room for the Prince there Cel. Was it the Prince they said how my heart trembl'd 'T is he indeed What a sweet noble sierceness Dwels in his eyes young Meleager like When he return'd from slaughter of the Boar Crown'd with the loves and honours of the People With all the gallant youth of Greece he looks now Who could deny him Love Dem. Hail Royal Father Ant. Ye are welcome from your Sport Sir Do you see this You that bring Thunders in your mouths and Earthquakes Gentlemen To shake and totter my Designs Can you imagine You Men of poor and common apprehensions Whilst I admit this Man my Son this nature That in one look carries more fire and sierceness Then all your Masters in their lives dare I admit him Admit him thus even to my side my Bosome When he is fit to rule when all Men cry him And all hopes hang about his head thus place him His Weapon hatch't in blood all these attending When he shall make their fortunes all as sudden In any Expedition he shall point 'em As Arrows from a Tartar's Bow and speeding Dare I do this and fear an Enemy Fear your great Master yours or yours Dem. O Hercules Who sayes you do Sir Is there any thing In these mens Faces or their Masters actions Able to work such wonders Cel. Now a' speakes O I could dwell upon that Tongue for ever Dem. You call 'em Kings they never wore those Royalties Nor in the progress of their Lives ariv'd yet At any thought of King Emperial Dignities And powerful God-like actions sit for Princes They can no more put on and make 'em sit right Then I can with this Mortal hand hold Heaven Poor petty Men nor have I yet forgot The chiefest honours time and merit gave 'em Lysimachus your Master at his best His highest and his hopefull'st dignities Was but Grand master of the Elephants Seleucus of the Treasure and for Ptolomy A thing not thought on then scarce heard of yet Some Master of Amunition and must these Men Cel. What a brave considence flowes from his spirit O sweet young Man Dem. Must these hold pace with us And on the same Field 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 〈◊〉 '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 Then 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. 'T is like to prove so Dem. Fie Sweet What make you here Cel. Pray ye do not Chide me Dem. You do your self much wrong and me Cel. Pray you pardon 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 spoken to ye Dem. I know this Week ye have not I will redeem all You are so tender now think where you are Sweet Cel. What other light have I left Dem. Prethee Celia Indeed I 'll see ye presently Cel. I have done Sir You will not miss Dem. By this and this I will not Cel. 'T is in your will and I must be obedient Dem. No more of these Assemblies Cel. I am commanded 1 Vsh. Room for the Lady there Madam my Service 1 Gent. My Coach and 't please you Lady 2 Vsh. Room before there 2 Gent. The honour Madam but to wait upon you Cel. My Servants and my State Lord how they flock now Before I was affraid they would have beat me How these flies play i' th Sunshine pray ye no services Or if ye needs must play the hobby horses Seek out some beauty that assects 'em farewell Nay pray ye spare Gentlemen I am old enough To go alone at these years without Crutches Exit 2. Vsh. 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 aske your resolutions peace or war yet Dem. War war my noble father 1 Em. Thus I fling it And fair ey'd peace farewell Ant. You have your answer Conduct out the Embassadours and give 'em convoies Dem Tell your high hearted Masters they shall not seek us Nor cool i' th' sield 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 3 Em. You will find so hot a Souldiers welcome sir Your favor shall not freeze 2 Em. A forward Gentleman Pitty the wars should bruse such hopes Ant. Conduct 'em Ex Em. Now For this preparation where 's Leontius Call him in presently for I mean in person Gentlemen My self

she faint now And sink below our expectations Is there no hope left strong enough to buoy her Dem. 'T is not this day I sled before the Enemy And lost my People left mine honour murder'd My Mayden honour never to be ransom'd Which to a noble Soul is too too sensible Afflicts me with this sadness most of these Time may turn straight again experience perfect And new Swords cut new ways to nobler Fortunes O have lost Ant. As you are mine forget it I do not think it loss Demet. O Sir forgive me I have lost my Friends those worthy Soules bred with me I have lost my self they were the pieces of me I have lost all Arts my Schooles are taken from me Honour and Armes no emulation left me I liv'd to see these Men lost look'd upon it These Men that twin'd their loves to mine their 〈◊〉 O shame of shames I saw and could not save 'em This carries Sulphure in 't this burnes and boyles me And like a fatal Tombe bestrides my Memory Antig. This was hard fortune but if alive and taken They shall be ransom'd let it be at Millions Dem. They are dead they are dead Lieu. When would he weep for me thus I may be dead and Powder'd Leo. Good Prince grieve not we are not certain of their Deaths the Enemy though he be hot and keen yet holds good Quarter What Noise is this Great Shout within Enter Gentlemen Lieu. He does not follow us Give me a Steeple top Leo. They live they live Sir Ant. Hold up your Manly Face They live they 'r here Son Dem. These are the Men. 1 Gent. They are and live to honour ye Dem. How scap't ye noble Friends methought I saw ye Even in the jaws of Death 2 Gent. Thanks to our folly That spurr'd us on we were indeed hedg'd round in 't And ev'n beyond the hand of succour beaten Unhors'd disarm'd and what we lookt for then Sir Let such poor weary Souls that hear the Bell Toll And see the Grave a digging tell Dem. For Heaven sake Delude mine eyes no longer How came ye off 1 Gent. Against all expectation the brave 〈◊〉 I think this day enamour'd on your Vertue When through the Troops he saw you shoot like Lightning And at your Manly Courage all took sire And after that the Misery we fell too The never-certain fate of War considering As we stood all before him Fortunes ruines Nothing but Death expecting a short time He made a stand upon our Youths and Fortunes Then with an eye of Mercy inform'd his judgment How yet unripe we were unblown unharden'd Unsitted for such fatal ends he cry'd out to us Go Gentlemen commend me to your Master To the most high and Powerful Prince 〈◊〉 Tell him the 〈◊〉 he showed against me This day the Virgin-valour and true sire Deserves even from an Enemy this Courtesie Your Lives and Armes freely I 'll give 'em than him And thus we are return'd Sir Leo. Faith 't was well done 'T was bravely done Was 't not a noble part Sir Lieu. Had I been there up had I gone I am sure on 't These noble tricks I never durst trust 'em yet Leo. Let me not live and wer 't not a famed honesty It takes me such a tickling way now would I wish Heaven But ee'n the happiness ee'n that poor Blessing For all the sharp 〈◊〉 thou hast sent me But ee'n i' th' head o' th' Field to take Seleucus I should do somewhat memorable 〈◊〉 sad still 1 Gent Do you grieve we are come off Dem. Unransom'd was it 2 Gent. It was Sir Dem. And with such a fame to me Said ye not so Leo. Ye have heard it Dem. O Leonitus Better I had lost 'em all my self had perish'd And all my Father's hopes Leo. Mercy upon ye What ayle ye Sir ' Death do not make sools 〈◊〉 Neither go to Chuech nor tarry at home That 's a 〈◊〉 Horn-pipe Ant. What 's now your Grief Demetrius Dem. Did he not beat us twice Leo. He beat a Pudding Beat us but once Dem. ' Has beat me twice and beat me to a Coward Beat me to nothing Lieu. Is not the Devil in him Leo. I pray it be not worse Dem. Twice conquer'd me Leo. Bear Witness all the World I am a 〈◊〉 here Dem. With valour 〈◊〉 he strook me then with honour That stroak Leontius that stroak do'st thou not feel it Leo. Where abouts was it for I remember nothing yet Dem. All these Gentlemen that were his Prisoners Leo. He set 'em free Sir with Armes and Honour Dem. There there now thou hast it At mine own Weapon Courtesie h 'as beaten me At that I was held a Master in he has cow'd me Hotter then all the dint o th' sight he has charg'd me Am I not now a wretched Fellow think on 't And when thou hast examin'd all ways honourable And find'st no door left open to requite this Conclude I am a Wretch and was twice beaten Ant. I have observ'd your way and understand if And equal love it as 〈◊〉 My noble Childe thou shalt not fall in Vertue I and my Power will sink first you Leontius Wait for a new Commission ye shall out again And instantly you shall not lodge this night here Not see a friend nor take a blessing with ye Before ye be i' th' field the enemy is up still And still in full design Charge him again Son And either bring home that again thou hast lost there Or leave thy body by him Dem. Ye raise me And now I dare look up again Leontius Leo. I I Sir I am thinking who we shall take of 'em To make all straight and who we shall give to th' devil What saist thou now Lieutenant Lieu. I say nothing Lord what aile I that I have no mind to sight now I find my constitution mightily alter'd Since I came home I hate all noises too Especially the noise of Drums I am now as well As any living man why not as valiant To fight now is a kind of vomit to me It goes against my stomach Dem. Good Sir presently You cannot do your Son so fair a favour Ant. 'T is my intent I 'll see ye march away too Come get your men together presently Leontius And press where please you as you march Leo. We go Sir Ant. Wait you on me I 'll bring ye to your command And then to fortune give you up Dem. Ye love me Exit Leo. Go get the drums beat round Lieutenant Lieu. Hark ye Sir I have a foolish business they call marriage Leo. After the wars are done Lieu. The partie staies Sir I have giv'n the Priest his money too all my friends Sir My father and my mother Leo. Will you go forward Lieu. She brings a pretty matter with her Leo. Half a dozen Bastards Lieu. Some sorry Sir Leo. A goodly 〈◊〉 Lieu. I mean Sir pounds a year I 'll dispatch the matter 'T is but a night 〈◊〉 two I 'll

are too massie burthens Our living souls flie crown'd with living conquests Ptol. They have begun fight bravely and fall bravely And may that man that seeks to save his life now By price or promise or by fear falls from us Never again be blest with name of Souldier Enter a Souldier Sel. How now who charged first I seek a brave hand to set me off in death Soul We are not charg'd Sir the Prince lies still Sel. How comes this Larum up then Soul There is one desperate fellow with the devil in him He never durst do this else has broke into us And here he bangs ye two or three before him There five or six ventures upon whole companies Ptol. And is not seconded Soul Not a man follows Sel. Nor cut a peeces Soul Their wonder yet has staid ' em Sel. Let 's in and see this miracle Ptol. I admire it Exit Enter Leontius and Gentlemen Leon. Fetch him off fetch him off I am sure he 's clouted Did I not tell you how 't would take 1 Gent. 'T is admirable Enter Lieutenant with colours in his hand pursuing 3 or 4 Souldiers Lieu. Follow that blow my friend there 's at your coxcombs I fight to save me from the Surgeons miseries Leo. How the knave curries 'em Lieu. You cannot rogues Till you have my diseases flie my furie Ye bread and butter rogues do ye run from me And my side would give me leave I would so hunt ye Ye porredge-gutted slaves ye veale-broth boobies Enter Demetrius and Physitians and Gent. Leo. Enough enough Lieutenant thou hast done bravely Dem. Mirrour of man Lieu. There 's a flag for ye Sir I took it out o' th' shop and never paid for 't I 'll to 'em again I am not come to th' text yet Dem. No more my souldier beshrew my heart he is hurt sore Leo. Hang him he 'll lick all those whole 2 Phi. Now will we take him And cure him in a trice Dem. Be careful of him Lieu. Let me live but two years And do what ye will with me I never had but two hours yet of happiness Pray ye give me nothing to provoke my valour For I am ev'n as weary of this fighting 2 Phi. Ye shall have nothing come to the Princes Tent And there the Surgeons presently shall search ye Then to your rest Lieu. A little hansome litter To lay me in and I shall sleep Leo. Look to him Dem. I do believe a Horse begot this Fellow He never knew his strength yet they are our own Leo. I think so I am cozen'd else I would but see now A way to fetch these off and save their honours Dem. Only their lives Leo. Pray ye take no way of Peace now Unless it be with infinite advantage Dem. I shall be rul'd Enter Trumpet and Herold Let the Battels now move forward Our self will give the Signal Now Herold What 's your Message Her From my Masters This honourable courtesie a Parley For half an hour no more Sir Dem. Let 'em come on They have my Princely word Enter Seleucus Lysimachus Ptolomy Attendants Souldiers Her They are here to attend ye Dem. Now Princes your demands Sel. Peace if it may be Without the too much tainture of our honour Peace and wee 'l buy it too Dem. At what price Ly. Tribute Ptol. At all the charge of this War Leo. That will not do Sel. Leontius you and I have serv'd together And run through many a Fortune with our Swords Brothers in wounds and health one Meat has fed us One tent a thousand times from cold night cover'd us Our loves have been but one and had we died then One Monument had held our Names and Actions Why do you set upon your Friends such Prizes And Sacrifice to giddy chance such Trophies Have we forgot to dye or are our Vertues Less in Afflictions constant than our Fortunes Ye are deceiv'd old Soldier Leo. I know your worths And thus low bow in reverence to your Vertues Were these my Wars or lead my power in chief here I knew then how to meet your Memories They are my Kings imployments this Man sights now To whom I owe all duty faith and service This man that fled before ye call back that That bloody day again call that disgrace home And then an easiy peace may sheath our swords up I am not greedy of your lives and fortunes Nor do I gape ungratefully to swallow ye Honour the spur of all illustrious natures That made you famous Souldiers and next Kings And not ambitious envy strikes me forward Will ye unarm and yield your selves his prisoners Sel. We never knew what that sound ment no gives Shall ever bind this body but embraces Nor weight of sorrow here till earth fall on me Leo. Expect our charge then Lys. 'T is the nobler courtesie And so we leave the hand of heaven to bless us Dem. Stay have you any hope Cel. We have none left us But that one comfort of our deaths together Give us but room to fight Leo. Win it and wear it Ptol. Call from the hills those companies hang ore us Like bursting clouds and then break in and take us Dem. Find such a Souldier will forsake advantage And we 'll draw off to shew I dare be noble And hang a light out to ye in this darkness The light of peace give up those Cities forts And all those frontire Countryes to our uses Sel. Is this the peace traitours to those that feed us Our Gods and people give our Countryes from us Lys. Begin the knell it sounds a great deal sweeter Ptol. Let loose your servant death Sel. Fall fate upon us Our memories shall never stink behind us Dem. Seleucus great Selcucus Ptol. The Prince calls Sir Dem. Thou stock of nobleness and curtesie Thou father of the War Leo. What means the Prince now Dem. Give me my Standard here Lys. His anger 's melted Dem. You Gentlemen that were his Prisoners And felt the bounty of that noble nature Lay all your hands and bear these Colours to him The Standard of the Kingdom take it Soldier Ptol. What will this mean Dem. Thou hast won it bear it off And draw thy Men home whilst we wait upon thee Sel. You shall have all our Countries Lys. Ptol. All by Heaven Sir Dem. I will not have a Stone a Brush a Bramble No in the way of curtesie I 'll start ye Draw off and make a Lane through all the Army That these that have subdu'd us may March through us Sel. Sir do not make me surset with such goodness I 'll bear your Standard for ye follow ye Dem. I Swear it shall be so March through me fairly And thine be this days honour great Seleucus Ptol. Mirrour of noble Minds Dem. Nay then ye hate me Leo. I cannot speak now Ex. with Drums and Shouts Well go thy wayes at a sure piece of bravery Thou art the best these Men are won by th' necks now I 'll