A Collection of Old English Plays, Vol. II - Various
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_Col_. A Prince of rare humanitie and temper.
Sir, as you teach us armes, you man our minds, too,
With civill precepts, making us true Soldiers,
Then worthie to receive a trust from others
When we stand masters of our owne discretions.
_Enter Barnavelt, Modesbargen, Leidenberch, Grotius
Bredero, Vandort & Hogerbeets_.
_Will_. Your good and great example tyes us all, Sir.
_Cap_. The Councell's broken up.
_Or_. My noble Lords,
Let it not seeme displeasing to your wisdomes,
I humbly ask in what I have offended,
Or how suspected stand, or with what cryme blotted,
That this day from your fellowship, your councell,
My Cuntries care and where I owe most service,
Like a man perishd in his worth I am exilde.
_Bar_. Your Grace must know we cannot wait attendaunce,
Which happely you looke for.
_Or_. Wayt, my lords!
_Bar_. Nor what we shall designe for the States comfort
Stay your deliberate crosses. We know you are able,
And every way a wise Prince fitt for counsell;
But I must tell ye, Sir, and tell ye truly,
The Soldier has so blowne ye up, so swelld ye
And those few services you call your owne,
That now our commendations are too light gales,
Too slacke and emptie windes, to move your worthes;
And trumpets of your owne tongue and the Soldiers
Now onely fill your sailes.
_Bre_. Be not so bitter.
_Bar_. We mix with quiet speritts, staid and temperate,
And those that levell at not great but good ends
Dare hold us their Companions, not their Servants,
And in that ranck be ready to supply us.
Your Grace is growne too haughtie.
_Leid_. Might it please you
But thinck, Sir, of our honest services
(I dare not terme them equall) and but waigh well,
In which I know your Grace a perfect master,
Your judgment excellent, and then but tell us
And truly (which I know your goodnes will doe)
Why should we seeme so poore, so undertrodden,
And though not trusted with the State and Councell,
Why so unable vallued. Pardon, great Sir,
If those complaine who feele the waight of envy,
If such poore trod on wormes make show to turne againe.
Nor is it we that feele, I hope, nor you, Sir,
That gives the cullour of this difference:
Rumour has many tongues but few speak truth:
We feele not onely,--if we did 'twere happie--
Our Cuntry, Sir, our Cuntrie beares the blow too;
But you were ever noble.
_Or_. Good my Lords,
Let it be free your Servant, chargd in mallice,
If not fling of his crymes, at least excuse 'em
To you my great correcter. Would to heaven, Sir,
That syn of pride and insolence you speake of,
That pufft up greatnes blowne from others follyes
Were not too neere akin to your great Lordship
And lay not in your bosom, your most deere one.
You taint me, Sir, with syns concerne my manners,--
If I have such Ile studdy to correct 'em;
But, should I taint you, I should charge ye deeper:
The cure of those would make ye shrinck and shake, too,
--Shake of your head.
_Bar_. You are too weak ith' hams, Sir.
_Or_. Who raisd these new religious forces, Sir,
And by what warrant? what assignement had ye
From the States generall? who blew new fires?
Even fires of fowle rebellion, I must tell ye;
The bellowes to it, Religion. You were lov'd yet
But for your ends,--through all the Townes, the Garrisons,
To fright the union of the State, to shake it.
What syns are theis? You may smile with much comfort,
And they that see ye and not looke closely to ye
May crye too er't be long.
_Bar_. Your Grace has leave, Sir,
And tis right good it be soe.--Follow me home,
And there Ile give ye new directions
How to proceed, and sodainely.
_Leid_. | We are yours, Sir.
_Mod_. |
[_Exeunt Bar., Leid., Mod_.
_Or_. My lords, to what a monster this man's grown
You may (if not abusd with dull securitie)
See plaine as day.
_Bre_. We doe not like his carriage.
_Van_. He do's all, speakes all, all disposes.
_Or_. Spoiles all.
He that dare live to see him work his ends out
Uncrossd and unprevented, that wretched man
Dare live to see his Cuntry shrinck before him.
Consider my best lords, my noblest masters,
How most, most fitt, how just and necessary
A sodaine and a strong prevention.
_Bre_. We all conceave your Grace and all look through him
And find him what we feare not yet but grieve at.
You shall have new Commission from us all
To take in all those Townes he has thrust his men in:
When you have that, proceed as likes your Excellence.
_Or_. Your lordships true friend and most obedient Servant.
_Van_. Come to the present busines then.
_Or_. We attend you.
[_Exeunt_.
_Actus Secundus_.
SCAENA PRIMA.
_Enter Barnavelt, Leidenberch, Modesbargen_.
_Bar_. I have with danger venturd thus far to you
That you might know by me our plot's discoverd.
But let not that discourage you: though _Van Dort_
And _Bredero_, with others, have assented
To force this Towne, stand you still on your Guard,
And on my reputation rest assured
With violence they never dare attempt you;
For that would give the world to understand
Th'united Provinces, that by their concord
So long have held out 'gainst th'opposition
Of all _Spaines_ Governours, their plotts and armyes,
Make way to their most certaine ruyn by
A Civill warre.
_Leid_. This cannot be denide.
_Bar_. And so at any time we may make our peace,
Returning to our first obedience
Upon what termes we please.
_Mod_. That is not certaine;
For, should we tempt them once to bring their forces
Against the Towne and find we give it up
For want of strength to keepe it, the Conditions
To which we must subscribe are in their will
And not our choice or pleasure.
_Bar_. You are governd
More by your feare then reason.
_Mod_. May it prove soe:
That way I would be guiltie.
_Bar_. How appeere
The new raisd Companies?
_Leid_. They stand full and faithfull;
And for the Burgers, they are well affected
To our designes. The _Arminians_ play their parts too,
And thunder in their meetings hell and dampnation
To such as hold against us.
_Bar_. 'Tis well orderd:
But have you tride by any meanes (it skills not
How much you promise) to wyn the old Soldiers
(The _English_ Companies, in chief, I ayme at)
To stand firme for us?
_Leid_. We have to that purpose
Imploid _Rock-Giles_, with some choice Burgers els
That are most popular to the Officers
That doe commaund here in the Collonells absence.
We expect them every mynitt. Yf your Lordship
(For 'tis not fitt, I think, you should be seene)
Will please to stand aside (yet you shalbe
Within the hearing of our Conference)
You shall perceive we will imploy all arts
To make them ours.
_Mod_. They are come.
_Bar_. Be earnest with them.
_Enter Rock-Giles, 2 Burgers, Captaines, Leuitenant_.
_R: Giles_. With much adoe I have brought 'em: the prowde Shellains[154]
Are paid too well, and that makes them forget
We are their Masters.
1 _Burg_. But when we tooke them on,
Famishd allmost for want of entertainement,
Then they cryde out they would do any thing
We would commaund them.
1 _Cap_. And so we say still,
Provided it be honest.
_Giles_. Is it fitt
That mercenary Soldiers, that for pay
Give up their liberties and are sworne t'expose
Their lyves and fortunes to all dangers, should
Capitulate with their Lords?
1 _Burg_. Prescribing when
They are pleasd to be commaunded and for what.
_Giles_. Answeare to this.
_Leuit_. You know our resolutions,
And therefore, Captaine, speak for all.
1 _Cap_. I will,
And doe it boldly: We were entertaind
To serve the generall States and not one Province;
To fight as often as the Prince of _Orange_
Shall lead us forth, and not to stand against him;
To guard this Cuntrie, not to ruyn it;
To beat of foreigne Enemies, not to cherish
Domestique factions. And where you upbraid us
With the poore means we have to feed, not cloath us,
Forgetting at how deere a rate we buy
The triffles we have from you, thus I answeare:--
Noe Cuntrie ere made a defensive war
And gaind by it but you. What privat Gentleman
That onely trailes a pike, that comes from _England_
Or _Fraunce_, but brings gold with him which he leaves here
And so enriches you? Where such as serve
The _Polander, Bohemian, Dane_, or _Turck_,
Though they come almost naked to their Collours,
Besides their pay (which they contempne) the spoiles
Of armyes overthrowne, of Citties sackd,
Depopulations of wealthie Cuntries,
If he survive the uncertaine chaunce of war,
Returne him home to end his age in plenty
Of wealth and honours.
_Bar_. This is shrewdly urgd.
1 _Cap_. Where we, poore wretches, covetous of fame onely,
Come hether but as to a Schoole of war
To learne to struggle against cold and hunger,
And with unwearied steps to overcome
A tedious march when the hot Lyons breath
Burnes up the feilds; the glory that we ayme at
Being our obedience to such as doe
Commaund in cheif; to keepe our rancks, to fly
More then the death all mutenies and rebellions.
And would you then, whose wisdomes should correct
Such follies in us, rob us of that litle,
That litle honour that rewards our service,
To bring our necks to the Hangmans Sword or Halter,
Or (should we scape) to brand our foreheads with
The name of Rebells?
_Giles_. I am put to a non plus:--
Speake mine Here Secretarie.
_Leid_. I have heard
So much deliverd by you and so well,
Your actions, too, at all parts answearing
What you have spoken, that I must acknowledge
We all stand far indebted to your service:
And therefore, as unto the worthiest,
The faithfullest and strongest that protect
Us and our Cuntries, we now seek to you,
And would not but such men should be remembred
As principall assistants in the Care
Of a disease which now the State lyes sick of.
I know you love the valiant Prince, and yet
You must graunt him a Servant to the States
As you are, Gentlemen, and therefore will not
Defend that in him which you would not cherish
In cold blood in your selves; for should he be
Disloyall--
_Leuit_. He disloyall! 'tis a language
I will not heare.
2 _Cap_. Such a suspition of him
Is one that wore a Sword deserv'd the lye.
1 _Cap_. We know your oild tongue; and your rethorique
Will hardly work on us that are acquainted
With what faire language your ill purposes
Are ever cloathd, nor ever wilbe won
To undervalue him whose least fam'd service
Scornes to be put in ballance with the best
Of all your Counsailes; and for his faith, O heaven!
It do's as far transcend yours in your praires
As light do's darkness.
_Leid_. I perceive 'tis true
That such as flatter Servants make them prowd.
Wee'll use a rougher way, and here commaund you
To leave the Towne, and sodainely, if you wish not
To be forced hence.
1 _Cap_. Your new raisd Companies
Of such as never saw the Enemie
Can hardly make that good: we were placed here
By the allowaunce of the generall States
And of the Prince to keep it to their use.
_Leuit_. And we will doe it.
1 _Cap_. And while there is Lead
Upon a house, or any Soldier master
But of a doyt: when that is gon, expect
That we will make you sport, or leave our lives
To witness we were faithfull.--Come, Lieutenant,
Let us draw up the Companies; and then
Charge on us when you please.
[_Exeunt_.
_Mod_. This I foresaw.
_Bar_. Oh, I am lost with anger! are we falne
So lowe from what we were, that we dare heare
This from our Servants and not punish it?
Where is the terrour of our names, our powre
That _Spaine_ with feare hath felt in both his _Indies_?
We are lost for ever, and from freemen growne
Slaves so contemptible as no worthie Prince,
That would have men, not sluggish Beasts, his Servants,
Would ere vouchsafe the owning. Now, my frends,
I call not on your furtherance to preserve
The lustre of my actions; let me with them
Be nere remembred, so this government
Your wives, your lives and liberties be safe:
And therefore, as you would be what you are,
Freemen and masters of what yet is yours,
Rise up against this Tirant, and defend
With rigour what too gentle lenitie
Hath almost lost.
_Leid_. Ile to the new raisd Soldiers
And make them firme.
_Giles_. Ile muster up the Burgers
And make them stand upon their guard.
_Mod_. For me
Ile not be wanting.
_Bar_. Ile back to the _Hage_
And something there Ile doe that shall divert
The torrent that swells towards us, or sinck in it;
And let this Prince of _Orange_ seat him sure,
Or he shall fall when he is most secure.
[_Exeunt_.
SCAENA 2.
_Enter Holderus, Dutch-woemen and an English Gentlew_.
1 _D. W_. Here come the Sisters: that's an _English_ Gentlewoman,
Let's pray for hir Conversion.
2 _D. W_. You are wellcom, Lady,
And your comming over hether is most happy;
For here you may behold the generall freedom
We live and traffique in, the ioy of woemen.
No emperious _Spanish_ eye governes our actions,
Nor _Italian_ jealouzie locks up our meetings:
We are ourselves our owne disposers, masters;
And those that you call husbands are our Servants.
3 _D. W_. Your owne Cuntry breedes ye hansom, maintaines ye brave,
But with a stubborne hand the husbands awe ye:
You speake but what they please, looke where they point ye,
And though ye have some libertie 'tis lymitted.
4 _D. W_. Which cursse you must shake of. To live is nothing;
To live admird and lookd at,--poore deservings
But to live soe, so free you may commaund, Lady,
Compell, and there raigne Soveraigne.
1 _D. W_. Do you thinck there's any thing
Our husbands labour for, and not for our ends?
Are we shut out of Counsailes, privacies,
And onely lymitted our household busines?
No, certaine, Lady; we pertake with all,
Or our good men pertake no rest. Why this man
Works theis or theis waies, with or against the State,
We know and give allowaunces.
_2 D. W_. Why such a Gentleman,
Thus hansom and thus yong, commaunds such a quarter;
Where theis faire Ladies lye; why the _Grave's_ angry
And Mounseiur _Barnavelt_ now discontent,--
Do you thinck it's fitt we should be ignorant?
_2 D. W_. Or why there's sprung up now a new devotion?
Good Gentlewoman, no. Do you see this fellow?
He is a Scholler and a parlous Scholler,
Or whether he be a Scholler or no 'tis not a doy't matter:
He's a fine talker and a zealous talker;
We can make him thinck what we list, say what we list,
Print what we list and whom we list abuse in't.
_Eng.-gentw_. And a Teacher do you say?
_2 D. W_. A singuler teacher,
For so we hold such here.
_Eng.-gentw_. Doe they use no modestie
Upon my life, some of theis new _Arminians_,
Theis hissing tosts!
_Hold_. An ignorant strange woman,
Whose faith is onely tride by a Coach and foure horses.
_3 D. W_. Come, you must be as we are and the rest of your Countrywomen;
You doe not know the sweet on't.
_Eng.-gentw_. Indeed, nor will not;
Our Cuntry brings us up to faire Obedience
To know our husbands for our Governours,
So to obey and serve 'em: two heads make monsters;
Nor Dare we thinck of what is don above us,
Nor talk of _Graves_.
_Hold_. The _Grave_ shall smart for 't shortly;
Goe you and tell him soe, gooddy _English woman_:
You have long tayles and long tongues, but we shall clip 'em.
_Enter Vandermitten_.[155]
_I D. W_. How now? what haste?
_Vand_. The Prince is drawing up to us
And has disarmd all the strong Townes about us
Of our new Soldiers; the _English_ now stand only
And the old Companies.
_Eng.-gentw_. Now your wisdomes, Ladies,
Your learning also, Sir, your learned prating--
You that dare prick your eares up at great Princes
And doble charge your tongue with new opinions,--
What can you doe? or can theis holly woemen
That you have arm'd against obedience
And made contempners of the fooles their husbands,
Examiners of State,--can they doe any thing?
Can they defy the Prince?
_Hold_. They shall defie him,
And to his face: why doe not ye raise the Burgers
And draw up the new Companies?
_Enter Leidenberge_?[156]
_Leid_. Away, good women!
This is no sport for you: goe, cheere your husbands
And bid 'em stand now bravely for their liberties.
_Arnam_ and _Roterdam_ and all about us
Have yeilded him obedience; all the new Companies
Purgd and disarmd. Goe you; talke to the _Arminians_,
And raise their harts. Good Ladies, no more Councells:
This is no time to puppet in.
1 _D. W_. We are gon, Sir,
_2 D. W_. And will so coniure up our lazie husbands.
_Eng.-gentw_. And coniure wisely, too; the devill will faile else.
[_Exeunt Women_.
_Leid_. What's she?
_Vand_. An _English_ woman.
_Leid_. Would they were all shipt well
To th' other part oth' world. Theis stubborne _English_
We onely feare.
_Vand_. We are strong enough to curb 'em.
_Leid_. But we have turnop hearts.
_Enter a Messenger_.
Now what's the next newes?
_Mess_.[157] The Prince is at the Barriers, and desires his entraunce
_Leid_. He must not enter:--what Company is with him?
_Mess_. But few, and those unarmd too: about some twentie.
_Leid_. And what behind?
_Mess_. We can discover none.
_Leid_. Let's goe and view: Brothers, be strong and valiant;
We have lost the Towne els and our freedoms with it.
[_Exeunt_.
SCAENA 3.
_Enter 1 Captaine[158] and Soldiers_.
_Sold_. They charge us not to let him in.
1 _Cap_. We will doe it;
He has our faithes.--What strengthe's upon the Guard?
_Sold_. Two hundred _English_.
1 _Cap_. Goe, and give this comaund then:
That if any Burgers or _Arminian_ Soldiers
Offer to come upon the Guard, or let in or out
Any without our knowledge, presently
To bend their strength upon 'em.
_Sold_. It shalbe don. [_Exit_.
1 _Cap_. Do you disperse to the old Companies,
Bid 'em be ready; tell 'em now is the time,
And charge 'em keepe a strong eye ore the Burgers.
Ile up to'th Guard.
_Sold_. Wee'le doe it seriously.
[_Exeunt_.
SCAENA 4.
_Enter Prince of Orange, William,
Captaine,[159] Leiutenant, &c_.
_Or_. None of our frends upon the Portt? Is this the welcom
Of such a Towne, so bound in preservation
To us and ours?
2 _Cap_. The Prince is sadly angry.
_Leiut_. Can ye blame him, Captaine, when such a den of dog whelps
Are fosterd here against him? You will rouse anon:
There are old Companies sure, honest and faithfull,
That are not poysond with this ranck infection.
Now they appeare, Sir.
_Enter Captaine[160] on the walls_.
1 _Cap_. Will your Grace please to enter?
_Or_. And thanck ye too.
1 _Cap_. The Port is open for ye.
_Or_. You see my number.
1 _Cap_. But I hope 'tis more, Sir.
_Or_. Theis must in first; 'Twill breed a good securitie.
1 _Cap_. We stand all ready for your Grace.
_Or_. We thanck ye.
1 _Cap_. What Companies come on, Sir.
_Or_. Three Troope of horse,
That will be with ye presently: keepe strong the Port.
1 _Cap_. Enter when please your Grace; we shall stand sure, Sir.
[_Exeunt_.
SCAENA 5.
_Enter Leidenberge, Vandermitten,[161] Rock Giles_.
_Leid_. Is he come in, do you say?
_Vand_. He is, but followed
So slenderly and poore.
_Leid_. We are undon then;
He knowes too well what ground he ventures on.
Where are the _Arminian_ Soldiers?
_R. Giles_. They stand ith' market place.
_Leid_. Are they well armd?
_R. Giles_. Ready to entertaine him.
_Leid_. Who commaunds the Port?
_Vand_. The _English_.
_Leid_. Ten towsand devills!
Odd's sacrament! a meere trick to betray us.
_Vand_. We can discover none behind.
_Leid_. A trick:
Those _English_ are the men borne to undooe us.
_Enter Messenger_.[162]
_Mess_. Arme, arme, and now stand to your ancient freedoms!
Three troope of horse, ten Companies of foote
Are enterd now the Port.
_Leid_. I told ye, Gentlemen.
_Mess_. The _English_ make a stand upon the new Companies,
Ready to charge 'em if they stirr.
_Leid_. Oh mischief!
All our designes are crackt, layed open, ruynd:
Let's looke if any cure remaine. O devill!
[_Exeunt_.
SCAENA 6.
_Enter Duch-woemen and Burgers_.
_Duch-W_. The Prince, the Prince, the Prince! O our husbands.
_Burg_. Goe pray, goe pray, goe pray: We shalbe hangd all.
_Duch-W_. I would it were no worse:
_Enter Eng.-gentw_.
_Eng.-gentw_. Now where's your valours,
You that would eat the Prince?
_Duch-W_. Sweet _English_ Gentlewoman.
_Eng.-gentw_. Fy, doe not run! for shame! body a me,
How their feare outstincks their garlick! litle Sir _Gregory_,
_Enter Holderus_.[163]
Art thou afraid, too? out with thy two edgd tongue
And lay about thee!
_Hold_. Out o' my way, good woeman,
Out o' my way: I shalbe whipt, and hangd too.
_Eng.-gentw_. Theis fellowes have strong faithes and notable valours:
Ile walk about and see this sport.
[_Exeunt_.
SCAENA 7.
_Enter Orange, Leidenberge, Burgers, Captaines,
Soldiers, and Arminians_.
_Or_. Now, Mounseuir _Leidenberge_ you may se openly
The issues of your desperate undertakings,
And your good helpes, myne Heeires; now you must feele too,
And to your greifes, what the deserts of those are
That boldly dare attempt their Cuntries ruyn
And who we serve, how faithfully and honestly
You must and shall confes too: not to blind ends
Hood-winckt with base ambition, such as yours are,
But to the generall good.--Let[164] theis new Companies
March by us through the Market, so to the Guard house,
And there disarme;--wee'll teach ye true obedience;--
Then let 'em quitt the Towne, hansom swag fellowes
And fitt for fowle play.
_Leiut_. Theis are but heavy marches.
_Or_. They wilbe lighter straight, when they are unfurnishd
You put your trust in theis; you have tall defences,--
Treason maintaind with heresie, fitt weapons!
--So now disarme the Towne: wee'll plant new Governours!
_Leid_. Will your Grace be pleasd to heare?
_Or_. Yes, at the _Hage_, Sir,
Till when bethinck you of your acts and answeares,
For there before the generall State--Where's _Modesbargen_?
_Cap_. He left the Towne two daies agoe.
_Or_. A guilty feare,
But we shall fright him worsse. Good order take
For the Towne, and what fitt Garrison to leave in't.
We are homeward bound, where we shall make you wellcom,
You have instructed us in what free fashion.
Come, Gentlemen, let's now goe take our rest:
Prowd confidence is but a foole at best.
[_Exeunt_.
_Actus Tercius_.
SCAENA PRIMA.
_Enter Bredero, Vandort_.[165]
_Bre_. Myne Heire Vandort, what thinck ye of the Prince now?
_Vandort_. Like a true noble Gentlemen he has borne himself
And a faire fortunate Soldier: I hold the State, Sir,
Most happie in his care, and this torne Cuntry,
Whose wounds smart yet, most bound to his deliveraunce.
_Bre_. 'Tis certaine his proceedings in this busines,
As in all els, have byn most wise and constant
And waited on with full wingd Expedition:
How many Townes armd with theis new Pretenders,
Stird up and steeld by founders of new doctrines,
The collour to their Cause, hath he (and sodainely)
Disarmd againe and setled in obedience,
And without bloodshed, Lords, without the Sword
And those Calamities that shake a kingdom:
So gently and without noyse he has performd this
As if he had don it in a dreame.
_Vand_. Most certaine,
He has run through a busines will much add to him
And set his vertues of with greater Lustre:
But that a man so wise as Mounseiur _Barnavelt_,
So trusted, so rewarded for his Service,
And one that built the ladder to his honour
Of open, honest actions, strong and straight still,
Should now be doubted!
_Bred_. I know not nor I wish it not,
But if he have a fowle hart't has byn hid long,
And cunningly that poyson has byn carried.
_Vand_. But why a father to theis new professions?
Why should he strengthen those opinions
That all true learning much laments and greives at
And sincks the soules sweet union into ruyn?
Why theis, my lords? and why in every Garrison,
Unles he had an end that shot at evill,
Should he so strongly plant theis fire-brands
And through his powre add daylie to their nombers?
_Bred_. Most sure he is suspected, strongly suspected
But that a man of his great trust and busines
Should sinck or suffer under doubts or whispers
Or loose his honour by an others envy,
Is not faire play nor honest. The Prince of _Orange_,
Most thinck, affects him not, nor he the Prince.
That either of their angry wills should prove
A lawful act to ruyn one another,
And not a medium of more open Justice,
More equall and more honorable, step in,
Man had no powre to stand nor fall with honour.
If he be falce, honest and upright proofes
Will ripen the Imposture.
_Enter Barnavelt and his Son_.
[1 _Lord_.[166] Here he comes, sir.]
_Vand_. Methincks he beares not in his Countenaunce
The fulnes of that grave and constant sperit,
Nor in his eye appeeres that heat and quicknes
He was wont to move withall.--Salute, and counsell:
Let's leave him to his thoughts.
_Son_. They mind ye not:
Now, as I have a soule, they looke not on ye.
_Bar_. My noble Lords, what is't appeeres upon me
So ougly strange you start and fly my Companie?
What plague sore have ye spide, what taynt in honour,
What ill howre in my life so cleere deserving
That rancks in this below your fellowships?
For which of all my cares, of all my watches,
My services (too many and too mightie
To find rewards) am I thus recompenced,
Not lookd on, not saluted, left forgotten
Like one that came to petition to your honours,--
Over the shoulder sleighted?