I’m the North to the South from when they would combat;
But abroad, an American, separate from that;
I’m on base in the Bronx when the home team’s at bat;
And a dandy named Doodle with feather in hat.
Who am I?
UPDATE: Riddle solved by Alex. See comments for answer.
From Measure for Measure:
Do you your office, or give up your place,
And you shall well be spar’d.
Shift around the letters, and it becomes:
Davis, you loud bully, offer up a license or go. We pay you.
Preach, Lord!
I am closing a building, or folding a store;
Power off a computer, or nuclear core;
To become so stressed out you don’t try anymore;
And a government stoppage, its branches at war.
Who am I?
UPDATE: Riddle solved by Asher. See comments for answer.