CONTARINO (STEM CONT)

Not a man enter the city in forfeiture of his life? their's somewhat hard conditions; I've entered a Kingdom, and helped to win it too, on far easier terms; this o'th sudden, and so unexpected too may meet with a harsh con struction. What though your dull fat Senators, those land-Porpi ces That skip, and frisk i'th storm they never are hurt with, Those heavy lubbers, leapt in sweaty furs, Batning on sleep and ease, lie snorting out The peace poor Soldiers purchase, And not so much as dream of toil, or danger, Sleight what they are ignorant of: yet you (my Lord) May know, if cold lazy recompenses injure Our high deserts such usage kills outright: L'as we bring no diseases home with us, unless vam lour be one; no meager troops of thin starvelings, that they should fear a famine from our commerce, we have fed high, though somewhat irreverently: nor return we in our old skins, blue coats, thrum'd caps, that harbour so much for mine, they might fear we'de scatter one of Egypt's plagues among them; and make e'm all lousy. It's so: Our sons of peace have caught a surfeit, & would be physicked for't. would! do they mutiny? do the fierce rams advance their horns, to batter down the walls that kept them safe? And what should I do i'th City? that retain No more of my education there, than what I gained In the Artillery yard: my company Would be shunned there more than poverty, Or a disease; I should be interdicted The Court, merely because I'm out of fashion, Or for fear of challenges — Troth for the Ladies, The homeliest please me best; I am as much Too rough hewed for them, as they're to polished for me: My constitution requires a dispatch I'th vaulting business, beyond that of tedious Niceties, and witty prologues. And General, de'e hear, if you meet with Ere a masculine feminine, that has impudence Enough, to follow and army, a wench of twagging haunches, And full things, fend her to me, she shall be my laundress. Hang this flattery, merit quotha? is't such a piece of merit to cut a score or two of throats; knock down and hun dreaded o'th city heard? a gallant could do so much for's Cocka trice. In brass? mine would make and excellent brazen face? A glorious loam to set lazy spiders a work in, and office for birds to mute in, if these be your glorious monume ̄ ts for men of arms, I'll even live to sin out my merit (as you call it) then when I die, the world and I will shake hands, and cry quit of all sides. A young Sicilian, shall I draw my steel, And give him a gentle stroke? Bravely spoke,—set forward then.— All the better; she's skilful at her weapon, We'll but exchange a thrust in sport. Did she not say that she had killed the King too? It's so dark now, and the devil should lie perdieu I should go near to stumble on's horns. Victories, by Mars's crest it deserves not to come i'th Chronicle, though Holinshed or Hall, those voluminous foreigners should write our annals, it'll never make us justle in among the Caesars, or own a name i'th list o'th worthies. Hercules! and he did he should try it. How these tall men o'th sword claw one another? I vam la? Spirit of valour th'art my prisoner.