SOLDIER

'Tis but Courtship That he professes, look upon the Lady That can be active in your service. I have No stock of soft and melting words to you, Such silken language we are strangers to, We are used to other Dialect, and imitate the Drum, Bold Artillery: can you love me? When I have marched upon the dreadful Cannon, My heart was fixed on Honour nor could death In all her shapes of horror temp one thought To base retire, when no voice could be herd, But thunder, and no object seen but lightning, Which seemed to have been struck from ̄ the first Changed oh , So great a darkness had eclipsed the S nne, Yet then I thought on Honour, and Their lives that about me, every body I trod upon, (for now the dead had The earth) gave me addition Where, in my imagination I saw Thee charioted, and dropping down a G land. How sir, the best? I would seen her somewhere too. Sir, you said you loved her best. You cannot, dare not. Hark, Master Cringe, How d'ee Like her sentence? If you mean To have Honour you must fight for speeches, Nor crinkling in the hammes will carry her, You have worn a sword thus long, to show the h lt, Now let the blade appear. Musk-Cat. Sirrah Civet-box. Jointure? Have you done yet? It does appear by all this prattle then, You do not know me, and have ta 'ne too much On trust to talk of Soldier, a name Tha'st not deserved to mention, because Some fellows here, have bragged, and perhaps beaten You, and some other of your satin Tribe, Into belief that they have seen the wars, That perhaps mustered at Mile-end, Or Finesbury. Must the true sons of courage, Be thus dishonoured, and their character Defaced by such prodigious breath? must we, We that for Honour and your safeties suffer, What in the repetition would fright Your pale souls from you, when perhaps you foot A jig at home, and revel with your Lady, Be thus rewarded! Happy they that died Their Country sacrifice, to prevent the shame Of living with such popular drones, but I Should wrong our glorious profession By any Arguments, to make thee sensible Of what we are: it shall suffice to publish What is not now in ignorant supposition. But truth, of your gay quality and virtues, You are a Courtier. Not so. If such there be, I talk not to them now, But to thee Phantasm, of whom men do doubt Whither thou hast a soul, thou that dost think it The better and more grateful partly of thy Religion, to we are good clothes, and suffer More pains at buttoning of thy gawdy doublet, Then thou durst take for heaven, thou hast divided Thy flattery into several articles, And hast so often called your great men goods, That 'tis become thy Creed, and thou dost now Believe no other, thou w'ot take a bribe, To undo a Nation, and fell thy Countrymen To as many persecutions as the Devil: thou art beholding to thy pride, it has Made thee thy own self-lover, for without it, None else affecting thee I do now see, What else could keep thee from despair & drowning? Thy wantonness has made thy body poor, But not in show, for though thy back have paid for't, It wears rich trappings; Art may help your legs, But cannot cure your dancing: that and pepper, Avoid with Like discretion, one betrays you At dinner, and the other between meals. Go purchase lands and a fair house, which must When thou livest in it be and Hospital, And owe no other body for diseases. Thou hastignorance And impudence enough for twenty Alchemists. A little, I'll entreat you, You shall be beaten afterwards, never fear it. I honour it, And all the Noble ornaments of State, That Like Pomegranates in old Aarons coat, Adorn the Prince that wears they, but such Courtiers That cozen us Like Glowworms in the night, Or rotten wood, I hate, and in their number For this time be content I list your worship. I know thee by the wrong To Soldiers. Honesty? what hast thou to do with Honesty? These are idle imaginations, collect Your self, good Courtier, and remember what We are to do, or I shall, would. I am cold too. You may know him by a jaw-faln, 'tis No-pay. And what a comfort No-pay's to a Soldier, I appeal to a Council of war, the Devil is not So full of horror, No-pay? I'll not fight A stroke, though I were sure to clear the Empire. Let us inquire Of these. Did any see the Lady Honour? Were you never taken by the Hollander? Baser los manos Signiora. And shall remain your debtors. She has music to attend her. Would! the Scholar? The case is altered. Is not that Ingenuity? Affronted. My desires have the same ambition. My heart shall spread to embrace the noble Courtier.