Beaumont and Fletcher's Works, Vol. 06 of 10Fletcher, John
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Beaumont and Fletcher's Works, Vol. 06 of 10
Fletcher, John
English drama
_Cast._ Had I fed well,
And drunk good store of wine, ye had been blest all,
Blest all with double Births; come kiss me greedily,
And think no more upon your foolish Husbands,
They are transitory things: a Kings fame meets you.
_Doct._ Vanish away. [_Ex. Women._
_Cast._ How, they gone too? my guard there:
Take me this devil Doctor, and that fool there,
And sow 'em in a sack; bring back the women,
The lovely women, drown these rogues or hang 'em.
_Asca._ He is in earnest Sir.
_Enter_ Sess. Master, Boatsw. Gunner _and_ Saylors.
_Fer._ In serious earnest,
I must needs take him off.
_Sess._ Now, now be free.
Now liberty, now Countrey-men shake from ye
The Tyrants yoke.
All liberty, liberty, liberty.
_Guard._ Treason, treason, treason.
_Fer._ We are betray'd, fly to the Town, cry treason,
And raise our faithful friends; O my _Ascanio_.
_Asca._ Make hast, we have way enough.
_Guard._ Treason, treason. [_Ex. Fer. Asca. and guard._
_Sess._ Spare none, put all to th' sword: a vengeance shake thee;
Art thou turn'd King again?
_Cast._ I am a Rascal:
Spare me but this time, if ever I see King more,
Or once believe in King.
_Sess._ The ports are ours.
The treasure and the port, fight bravely Gentlemen;
Cry to the Town, cry liberty and honor;
[_Crying liberty and freedom within._
Waken their persecuted souls, cry loudly,
We'll share the wealth among ye.
_Cast._ Do you hear Captain?
If ever you hear me, name a King.
_Sess._ You shall not.
_Cast._ Or though I live under one, obey him.
_Gun._ This Rogue again.
_Sess._ Away with him good Gunner.
_Cast._ Why look ye Sir? I'll put you to no charge;
I'll never eat.
_Gun._ I'll take a course, you shall not,
Come, no more words.
_Enter_ Boatsw[a]ine.
_Cast._ Say nothing when you kill me.
_Sess._ He's taken to the Towers strength;
Now stand sure Gentlemen.
We have him in a pen, he cannot scape us,
The rest oth'Castle's ours; liberty, liberty:
What is this City up?
_Boatsw._ They are up and glorious,
And rouling like a storm they come; their Tents
Ring nothing but liberty and freedome.
The women are in Arms too.
_Sess._ Let 'em come all.
Honour and liberty.
_All._ Honor and liberty. [_Exeunt._
_Enter_ Juliana.
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