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Taynted and torne in honour must I perish, And must theis silver curles, ô you unthanckfull, Theis emblemes of my frostie cares and travells For you and for the State, fall with disgraces? Goe, fall before your new Prince! worship him, Fill all your throates with flattery, cry before him 'Tis he, and onely he, has truly serv'd ye! Vand.
Nevertheless, movements on a great scale have oftentimes been begun by the Tartars, and been at once withstood by the Hungarians and Poles, whose frequent boast it is, that but for them, Italy and the Church would more than once have felt the weight of the Tartar arms. Of the nations of whom I have been speaking, I shall now say no more. Procop. Hist. Bell. Vand.
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. 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.
Bred. We will confirme it with our generall Seale, And send our answeare to his Propositions With our respect and duties. Mor. This we shall Make knowne unto him. Or. Roome there for their Lordships. Embs. Bred. What thinck you now, my Lords? Vand. In my opinion 'Tis time he had his Sentence! Wm. Is it drawne? Vand. Yes, here it is.
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. Vand.
But such shall find their flattering breath but makes The fire, our Cuntries safetie byds us cherish, To burne with greater heate. Vand. And so consume him. Or. The freedom of our goverment, and our honours, And what we dare doe now lies at the stake.
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. 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.
Let us leave them therefore To the scourge of their owne consciences: perhaps Th'assurance that they are yet undiscoverd, Because not cyted to their answeare, will So work with them hereafter to doe well That we shall ioy we sought no farther in it. Vand.
Gentlemen, I shall a while entreat ye to forbeare The troble that you put upon yourselves In following me. I can need no defence here, Being left among these whose grave counsailes ever Have lookd out for my safetie. 'Tis your pleasure And therefore I embrace it. Vand.
Quinn's manufactures. Hyacinth quoted his own speech to the man, and was amazed at the cynical indifference with which he ignored the dilemma. 'Business is one thing, he said, 'and politics is something entirely different. Hyacinth lost his temper completely. 'I shall write to the papers, he said, Vand expose you.
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