Kings and rulers -- Drama; Political plays; Tragicomedy
There is another: a new cause rising from the time and distance,
in which I will deliver my opinion: he may strike, beat, or cause
to be beaten: for these are natural to man: your Prince, I say,
may beat you, so far forth as his dominion reacheth, that's for
the distance; the time, ten miles a day, I take it.
_2_.
Brother, you err, 'tis fifteen miles a day,
His stage is ten, his beatings are fifteen.
_Bes_.
'Tis the longest, but we subjects must--
_1_.
Be subject to it; you are wise and vertuous.
_Bes_.
Obedience ever makes that noble use on't,
To which I dedicate my beaten body;
I must trouble you a little further, Gentlemen o'th' Sword.
_2_.
No trouble at all to us Sir, if we may
Profit your understanding, we are bound
By vertue of our calling to utter our opinions,
Shortly, and discreetly.
_Bes_.
My sorest business is, I have been kick'd.
_2_.
How far Sir?
_Bes_.
Not to flatter my self in it, all over, my sword forc'd but not
lost; for discreetly I rendred it to save that imputation.
_1_.
It shew'd discretion, the best part of valour.
_2_.
Brother, this is a pretty cause, pray ponder on't;
Our friend here has been kick'd.
_1_.
He has so, brother.
_2_.
Sorely he saies: Now, had he set down here
Upon the meer kick, 't had been Cowardly.
_1_.
I think it had been Cowardly indeed.
_2_.
But our friend has redeem'd it in delivering
His sword without compulsion; and that man
That took it of him, I pronounce a weak one,
And his kicks nullities.
He should have kick'd him after the delivering
Which is the confirmation of a Coward.
_1_.
Brother, I take it, you mistake the question;
For, say that I were kick'd.
_2_.
I must not say so;
Nor I must not hear it spoke by the tongue of man.
You kick'd, dear brother! you're merry.
_1_.
But put the case I were kick'd?
_2_.
Let them put it that are things weary of their lives, and know
not honour; put the case you were kick'd?
_1_.
I do not say I was kickt.
_2_.
Nor no silly creature that wears his head without a Case, his
soul in a Skin-coat: You kickt dear brother?
_Bes_.
Nay Gentlemen, let us do what we shall do,
Truly and honest[l]y; good Sirs to the question.
_1_.
Why then I say, suppose your Boy kick't, Captain?
_2_.
The Boy may be suppos'd is liable.
_1_.
A foolish forward zeal Sir, in my friend;
But to the Boy, suppose the Boy were kickt.
_Bes_.
I do suppose it.
_1_.
Has your Boy a sword?
_Bes_.
Surely no; I pray suppose a sword too.
_1_.
I do suppose it; you grant your Boy was kick't then.
_2_.
By no means Captain, let it be supposed still; the word grant,
makes not for us.
_1_.
I say this must be granted.
_2_
This must be granted brother?
_1_.
I, this must be granted.
_2_.
Still this must?
_1_.
I say this must be granted.
_2_.
I, give me the must again, brother, you palter.
_1_.
I will not hear you, wasp.
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