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Actus secundus.
Enter Power and Policy at several doors, the one habited like a Souldier, the other like a Scholler.Policy.
Why how now Power? why art so discontent?
Power.
I am in study how to circumvent
Thee pratling Policy; you that onely are
Valiant in Logick: Death! a man of War
Is nothing now; Our Swords ye say make Schismes,
Tis you must rule all with your Sillogismes,
And your dogmatick dog-tricks.
Pol.
Prethee peace.
Power.
I won't, I hate the name on't.
Pol.
Let's increase
Our amity, the time will come when we,
May joyntly use both Power and Policy.
Power.
But ith' mean time where shall I get the gilt,
Or can I feed upon my Basket-hilt
(Swallow'd) appease the fury of my gullet?
Will Match make Sausages? or (if burning hot)
At a Cooks shop, will it discharge my shot?
Can my kind Colours cover my cold back,
When the spruce Drapers man cryes What d'ye lack,
And gives me nothing? Must my Martiall Powers
Fight Cowards quarrels? or guard Suburb whores?
Policy.
Why you are very witty.
Power.
Like enuff,
Would you had the same cause; what if my Buff
Were cut in double Tripes?
Pol.
Prethee be quiet.
Power.
I would fain think upon some sort of dyet,
Till the time come ye talk on, I would gnaw,
Hunger is fiercer far then Martiall Law.
Policy.
Prethee be patient.
Power.
Pish!
Policy.
Give me thy hand,
Without us two the plentifullest Land
Is lyable to loss; How can it be
Safe, if it have not Power and Policy?
Power.
'Tis right; but when the Power shall onely lie
Contracted in the breast of Policy;
When Sophistry breaks Swords, and Warlike projects
Shall be destroyed by Rhetorick and Logicks;
When Aristotle and his musty Tribe,
Shall cause the valiant Man of Mars subscribe,
To live on Turnip tops, and cloath his back
With Sackcloth, when his belly should have Sack,
When we have onely power to help, not hurt ye,
Where is our strength? where is the Martial vertue?
Policy.
You miss your mark, your passion runs too quick,
We are members of one body Politick;
Indulgent Nature our Mysterious Mother,
Hath made us mutually to serve each other;
And as the members of one body be
Reciprocal, so Power and Policie;
My feet are fitted to march on, or flye,
Eyes guide my hand, my hands do guard my eye,
My judgement regulates.
I know all these,
And we must onely fight when Schollers please,
Till you direct we must be standers by,
You are the eyes; A pox o' Books cry I,
They do no good, nor those that do invent 'um,
I'le prove it.
Policy.
Come, Negatur Argumentum.
Power.
Tis done, do you chop Logick, and I'le draw.
Policy.
Good Man of war, consider we have Law.
draws.
Power.
I there's the Devil on't, I must submit.
puts up.
Policy.
Rule without Reason's like War without wit.
Power.
But why when all's in peace are we neglected?
Would you in time of war be so rejected?
Policy.
Nor is it fit; our labours never cease,
We aid your war more then you help our peace.
Pow.
We guard ye then.
Pol.
Ye do, from forraign showers.
Within Power is with us, without 'tis yours.
Power.
I do remember once upon a wall,
I saw a poor, but witty Souldier, scrall
This Verse, which though it was in Charcole hue,
And wildly writ, I'm sure the sence is true.
Reads.
I saw a poor, but witty Souldier, scrall
This Verse, which though it was in Charcole hue,
And wildly writ, I'm sure the sence is true.
God and the Souldier men alike adore,
Just at the brink of danger, not before;
Warrs being done, both are alike requited,
God is forgotten, and the Souldier slighted.
Just at the brink of danger, not before;
Warrs being done, both are alike requited,
God is forgotten, and the Souldier slighted.
Policy.
We all are lyable to the same harms,
Some sorts of peace slight Arts as well as Arms,
Tis happier sometimes with him that delves,
Schollers quote Authors that can't cloak themselvs:
But heark, what sound is this?
Power.
A Drum?
Policy.
A Lute.
Power.
A Fiddle.
Pol.
Come sit down & let's be mute.
A Song in Dialogue between Peace and War.
[1.]
Peace.Wofull War I do abhor thee.
War.
Puling peace I care not for thee,
When the bright Bellona thunders.
I do fill the world with wonders.
Peace.
Yes, and all the Camp with plunders.
Both.
Wanton Peace then yield to me,
And resign the victory.
2.
War.What doth Peace produce but pride?
And a thousand sins beside.
Peace.
Who but is in love with peace,
She doth make all sorrow cease,
And sweet Amity increase.
Chorus.
War.
I execute Joves Justice.
Peace.
I his love.
Both.
Then let us both in our own channels move,
And quench the strife which now so fierely burns,
Since Fate will have us rule the world by turns.
The Scene being drawn, there appear on an Ascent of Seats four Schollers properly attired, A Statesman, a Lawyer, a Divine, and a Physitian, on Seats beneath them sit four Souldiers like Commanders in War, they all rise and descend, and fall into a Figure, the Dance is led by Power and Policy; after some Changes both parties whisper; the Gown-men give the Souldiers papers sealed like Commissions; they seem very jocund, and in the concluding Change the Souldiers draw their Swords upon the Schollers, they fret and stamp, all ascend, the Souldiers into the supream places, and the Gown-men below. Manent Power and Policy.
Power.
Alas poor Gown-man, now coms on thy dolor!
Pol.
I can turn Souldier, thou canst ne'r make Scholar.
Symphonie.
Exeunt.
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