The Tragedy
37723377Nor. A good dire
ction warlike
soueraigne,
he sheweth him a paper. 37733378This found
I on my tent this morning.
Iocky of Norfolke be not so bould,
37753380 For Dickon thy master is bought and sould.
37763381King A thing deui
sed by the enemie.
37773382Go gentlemen euery man vnto his charge,
37783383Let not our babling dreames a
ffright our
soules:
37793384Con
science is but a word that cowards v
se,
37803385Deui
sd at
fir
st to keepe the
strong in awe,
37813386Our
strong armes be our con
science
swords, our law.
37823387March on, ioine brauelie, let vs to it pell mell,
37833388If not to heauen then hand in hand to hell.
37843390What
shal
I saie more then I haue inferd?
37853391Remember whom you are to cope withall,
37863392A
sort of vagabonds, ra
scols and runawaies,
37873393A
scum of Brittains and ba
se lacky pe
sants,
37883394Whom their orecloied country vomits forth,
37893395To de
sperate aduentures and a
ssurd de
stru
ction,
37903396You
sleeping
safe they bring to you vnre
st,
37913397You hauing lands and ble
st with beauteous wifes,
37923398They would re
straine the one, di
staine the other,
37933399And who doth lead them but a paltrey fellow,?
37943400Long kept in Brittaine at our mothers co
st,
37953401A milke
sopt, one that neuer in his life
37963402Felt
so much colde as ouer
shooes in
snow:
37973403Lets whip the
se
stragglers ore the
seas againe,
37983404La
sh hence the
se ouerweening rags of France,
37993405The
se fami
sht beggers wearie of their liues,
38003406Who but for dreaming on this fond exploit,
38013407For want of means poore rats had hangd them
selues,
38023408If we be conquered, let men conquer vs,
38033409And not the
se ba
stard Brittains whom our fathers
38043410Haue in their own land beaten bobd and thumpt,
38053411And in record left them the heires of
shame.
38063412Shall the
se enioy our lands, lie with our wiues?
38073413Raui
sh our daughters, harke I heare their drum,
38093414Fight gentlemen of England,
fight bold yeomen,
Draw