Early Modern Drama · Character Archetypes

LORD

in The Phoenix in Her Flames — Lower, William, Sir

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PlayThe Phoenix in Her Flames
AuthorLower, William, Sir
Year (catalogued)1639
Decade1630s
Speech prefix(es)Lord | Lord.
Words387
Characters2139
Typicality0.51 (cosine to cluster centroid)
TCP idA06402
ClusterCluster 6 — Battlefield messengers & soldiers

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Full speech

Sir, there's a Gentleman Lately returned from travel, now arrived Unto the Court, who humbly craves to have about affairs of great impossibilities Which do concern your royal Majesty. Sir, it was endangered On our side when, I left it for the mighty And strong brigadoes of the enemy: Brake the battalion of the Duke All cto, And charged quite through the body of that Where he himself commanded if he be Alive or dead, escaped or taken prison I have no certain knowledge. Long live mighty King. I bring you joyful news of victory, The Prince hath won the field, redeemed the Duke Out of the hands of death, and when the battle In all men's judgement was snpposed lost, He by his valour, and his wisdom both, By none but by the mour taneers assisted, Recovered it again, and took the prey Out of the Persians jaws, routed their troops, Brake their battalions, and reduced their order Into confusion, fighting hand to hand, He brought the Persian Prince unto his mercy. And took him prisoner, then the Persians fled, And we pursued them; great the slaughter is, And infinite the riches that is taken In costly plate and jewels, gold and silver Was never a more braver overthrow. Each common soldier now is Like a Captain, With scarlet hose, buff coat, and tossing feather, There's no distinction in their habits seen. The Prince Amandus, and the Duke Alect . Are come in triumph with h their prisoners, And wait your royal pleasure. Royal Sir there is A Herald now arrivi'd unto the Court Sent from the General of the Persian army, Who craves he may deliver what in charge Was given him by the Prince. t'is doubtful yet my Lord Where she will ight, she hovers in the air Uncertain where to rest her, sometime ready To light upon the prince his wh parilion, Sometime upon the Persian ; had we no Fought at such disadvantage as we do, The glory of the day had not so long Between us been disputed: never was And army better ordered for a battle, Then ours is by the Prince, Does wonders in the field their troops, And strong battalions, Wisely retraits with honour: hard's the fight That is between them, and the issue stands Yet in suspense.