Puff. What before the play began?how the plague could he?
Dang. Thats true, ifaith!
Puff. But you will hear what he thinks of the matter.
|Sir Christ.||Alas! my noble friend, when I behold|
|Yon tented plains in martial symmetry|
|Arrayd; when I count oer yon glittering lines|
|Of crested warriors,
where the proud steeds neigh,|
|And valour-breathing trumpets shrill appeal,|
|Responsive vibrate on my
|When virgin majesty herself I view,|
|Like her protecting Pallas, veild in steel,|
confidence exhort to arms!|
|When, briefly, all I hear or see bears stamp|
|Of martial vigilance and stern
|I cannot but surmiseforgive, my friend,|
|If the conjectures rashI cannot but|
state some danger apprehends!|
Sneer. A very cautious conjecture that.
Puff. Yes, thats his character; not to give an opinion but on secure grounds.Now then.
most accomplishd Christopher!|
Puff. He calls him by his christian name, to show that they are on the most familiar terms.
most accomplishd Christopher! I find|
|Thy staunch sagacity still tracks the future,|
|In the fresh print of the
|Sir Walt.||Thy fears are just.|
|Sir Christ.||But where? whence? when? and what|
danger is,methinks I fain would learn.|
|Sir Walt.||You know, my friend, scarce two revolving suns,|
|And three revolving moons, have closed their course|
|Since haughty Philip, in despite of peace,|
hostile hand hath struck at Englands trade.|
|Sir Christ.||I know it well.|
|Sir Walt.||Philip, you know, is
proud Iberias king!|
|Sir Walt.||His subjects in base bigotry|
|And Catholic oppression
|You know, the Protestant persuasion hold.|
|Sir Walt.||You know,
beside, his boasted armament,|
|The famed Armada, by the Pope baptized.|
|With purpose to invade these
|Sir Christ.||Is sailed,|
|Our last advices so report.|
|Sir Walt.||While the Iberian admirals chief
|His darling son|
|Sir Christ.|| Ferolo Whiskerandos hight|
|Sir Walt.||The sameby chance a
prisoner hath been taen,|
|And in this fort of Tilbury|
|Sir Christ.||Is now|
|Confinedtis true, and oft from
yon tall turrets top|
|Ive markd the youthful Spaniards haughty mien|
|Unconquerd, though in chains.|
|Sir Walt.|| You also know|
Dang. Mr. Puff, as he knows all this, why does Sir Walter go on telling him?
Puff. But the audience are not supposed to know anything of the matter, are they?
Sneer. True; but I think you manage ill: for there certainly appears no reason why Sir Walter should be
Puff. Fore Gad, now, that is one of the most ungrateful observations I ever heard!for the less inducement
he has to tell all this, the more, I think, you ought to be obliged to him; for I am sure youd know nothing
of the matter without it.
Dang. Thats very true, upon my word.
Puff. But you will find he was not going on.
|Sir Christ.||Enough, enoughtis plainand I no more|
in amazement lost!|
Puff. Here, now you see, Sir Christopher did not in fact ask any one question for his own information.
Sneer. No, indeed: his has been a most disinterested curiosity!
Dang. Really, I find. that we are very much obliged to them both.