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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
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