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<DATE>2007-09-03</DATE>
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<NAME>Elspeth Healey</NAME>
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<ITEM>Proofed and reviewed as part of batch B070813.apex.</ITEM>
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<STC T="W">M1731</STC>
<STC T="T">669.f.10[49]</STC>
<BIBNO T="umi">99869244</BIBNO>
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<HEAD>THE MERCENARY SOVLDIER.</HEAD>
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<LG N="1">
<HEAD>I</HEAD>
<L>NO money yet, why then let's pawn our &s;words,</L>
<L>And drinke an health to their confu&s;ion,</L>
<L>Who doe in&s;tead of money &s;end us words?</L>
<L>Let's not be &s;ubject to the vain delu&s;ion</L>
<L>Of tho&s;e would have us fight without our pay,</L>
<L>While money chinks my Captain 'Ile obey.</L>
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<LG N="2">
<HEAD>II</HEAD>
<L>'Ile not be &s;lave to any &s;ervile Groom,</L>
<L>Let's to the Sutlers and there drink and &s;ing,</L>
<L>My Captain for a while &s;hall have my room,</L>
<L>Come hither <HI>Tom,</HI> of Ale two douzen bring,</L>
<L>Plac'd Ranke and File, Tobacco bring us &s;tore,</L>
<L>And as the pots doe empty, fill us more.</L>
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<LG N="3">
<HEAD>III</HEAD>
<L>Let the Drum cea&s;e, and never murmure more,</L>
<L>Untill it beat, warning us to repair,</L>
<L>Each man for to receive of Ca&s;h good &s;tore,</L>
<L>Let not the Trumpet &s;hril, ere rend the ayre,</L>
<L>Untill it cite us to the place where we</L>
<L>May heaps of &s;ilver for our payment &s;ee.</L>
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<LG N="4">
<HEAD>IV</HEAD>
<L>I came not forth to doe my Countrey good,</L>
<L>I came to rob; and take my fill of plea&s;ure,</L>
<L>Let fools repell their foes with angry mood,</L>
<L>Let tho&s;e doe &s;ervice while I &s;hare the trea&s;ure:</L>
<L>I doe not mean my body ere &s;hall &s;wing</L>
<L>Between a pare of crutches, tottering,</L>
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<LG N="5">
<HEAD>V</HEAD>
<L>Let thou&s;ands fall, it nee'r &s;hall trouble me,</L>
<L>Tho&s;e puling fools de&s;erve no better fate,</L>
<L>They mirths Appo&s;ers were, and &s;till would be,</L>
<L>Did they &s;urvive, let me participate,</L>
<L>Of plea&s;ures, gifts, while here I live, and I</L>
<L><HI>Care not, although I mourne eternally.</HI></L>
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<LG N="6">
<HEAD>VI</HEAD>
<L>I laugh to think how many times I have</L>
<L>Whiles others fighting were again&s;t the foe,</L>
<L>Within &s;ome Thicket croucht my &s;elf to &s;ave,</L>
<L>Yet taken for a valiant Souldier tho,</L>
<L>When I among&s;t them come, for I with words</L>
<L>Can terrifie, as others can with &s;words.</L>
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<LG N="7">
<HEAD>VII</HEAD>
<L>Damne me you Rogue, if thou provoke my wrath,</L>
<L><NOTE N="*" PLACE="marg">Canes qui multum latrant raro mordent.</NOTE> 'Ile carve thee up, and &s;pit thee, joynt by joynt,</L>
<L>There's none that ta&s;ted of my fury hath,</L>
<L>But fear and tremble lea&s;t I &s;hould appoint</L>
<L>A &s;econd penance for them, when my brow</L>
<L>Is bent, marke how the ra&s;calls to me bow.</L>
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<LG N="8">
<HEAD>VIII</HEAD>
<L>Thus menacing I'm taken for to be</L>
<L>A man indeed, when I &s;hould fear to fight</L>
<L>With coward <HI>Ther&s;ites,</HI> and if that he</L>
<L>Were my Antagoni&s;t, but I delight</L>
<L>To fight, and to pa&s;h dame <NOTE N="*" PLACE="marg">All manner of Victuals.</NOTE> <HI>Ceres</HI> trea&s;ure,</L>
<L>To quaffe <NOTE N="*" PLACE="marg">Wine</NOTE> <HI>Lyens</HI> bloud I take great plea&s;ure.</L>
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<LG N="9">
<HEAD>IX</HEAD>
<L>Proceed yee brethren, doe each other hate,</L>
<L>And fight it to the la&s;t, <HI>I wi&s;h the Wars</HI></L>
<L><HI>May ever untill doom&s;day properate,</HI></L>
<L>And time nee'r &s;ee a period of the jars:</L>
<L>For I before like to a &s;lave did live,</L>
<L>Now like unto a <NOTE N="*" PLACE="marg"><HI>An ignomini|ous name given the</HI> Danes, <HI>by</HI> Engli&s;h <HI>men, for their sloth|full and la&s;ic living.</HI></NOTE> <HI>Lurdain</HI> doe I thrive.</L>
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<LG N="10">
<HEAD>X</HEAD>
<L>Fill us more Alc, me thinks thy lazie gate</L>
<L>Is &s;lower then the Tortoi&s;e, make more &s;peed,</L>
<L>An tha'&s;t a Female of an ea&s;ie rate</L>
<L>Let's &s;ee her, for my fle&s;h doth tumults breed:</L>
<L><HI>Run on, thoul't wi&s;h when that day comes thou mu&s;t</HI></L>
<L><HI>Give an account, that thou had&s;t been more ju&s;t.</HI></L>
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