Glapthorne, Henry · published 1639 · first performed or written 1634 [1634-1639] [incorrect] (Annals) not in BritDrama · Globe unassigned nearest T0 Court life: dukes, favour and honour · 483 words
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The honour you have done me mighty Princes, Electors of the sacred Roman Empire, By this your personal visit does engage So much our gratitude, that what ourselves, And the most able forces of our friends, Can in requital act, shall be performed, Mutual discourses often mingle souls, And as the Arteries convey the blood, Throughout the body, they from mind to mind Convey affection: to this end we did Entreat this meeting, that our conference might, Join in an individual league our hearts. This happy treaty, glorious Duke, shall bring Blessed peace once more with turtles wings, to soar Over the German Provinces; shall dry Tears from the eyes of mothers, while the Virgins Shall dedicate their hours to joyful Hymns, In honour of your merit. The sturdy boor Shall plough his fields in safety, and ascribe To you, great Duke, that happiness: 'twas you, Who when Bellona thundered through the land, Did stop the steel-winged Goddess in her course, Who when our Armies, like a raging flood, Did bear down all before them, did oppose, The greedy torrent, boldly turned it back, Into its native body, and conjoined With you so enured to conquest, he were less Than man, and more than coward, that could fear Any ensuing dangers. You do me too much honour, mighty Princes: And now my brave confederates in Arms, Where business of import commands attendance, That time's misspent, that's spent in useless words, I shall so please you, therefore speak the cause, (In brief) which urged me to desire this conference, And give you reasons for my strange revolt, From my so long loved Master. 'Twas the end We only came for. The sole reason That drew us to this meeting. Thus in brief then, How I have served this Emperor, these wounds That beautify my body (cause the marks Of my just loyalty) given by your swords, Can bear me righteous witness; but good service To a malicious and ingrateful Prince, Are rather causes of suspect, than love, And when men's actions do transcend reward, They then descend to punishment (my cause Is rightly stated thus) for when myself, (I well may speak it without partial boast) Had like his Eagle in my powerful gripe, Snatched up his Crown that lay despised on earth, And heaved it up to Heaven, borne all the weight, Which yours, the Danish and the Swedish force, Could load these shoulders with; nay shook it off Lightly, as winds in Autumn do from trees, Their withered Summer garments: then, even then, When my just hopes were pregnant with conceit Of wreaths and triumphs (as a brave reward) My Soldiers by his Mandates were forbid, To obey me as their General, and myself Commanded straightway to resign my charge, All my great power which I had bought with blood, Unto Matthias Gallas my Field-marshal. Insufferable injury! inhuman and unheard of ingratitude!
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The honour you have done me mighty Princes, Electors of the sacred Romane Empire, By this your personal visit does ingage So much our gratitude, that what our selves, And the most able forces of our friends, Can in requitall act, shall be perform'd, Mutuall discourses often mingle soules▪ And as the Arteries convey the blood, Throughout the body, they from mind to mind Convey affection: to this end we did Intreat this meeting, that our conference might, Joyne in an individuall league our hearts. This happy treaty, glorious Duke, shall bring Blest peace once more with turtles wings, to soare Over the German Provinces; shall dry Teares from the eyes of mothers, while the Virgins Shall dedicate their houres to joyfull Hymnes, In honour of your merit. The sturdy boore Shall plough his fields in safety, and ascribe To you, great Duke, that happinesse: 'twas you, Who when Bellona thundred through the land, Did stop the steel-wing'd Goddesse in her course, Who when our Armies, like a raging floud, Did beare downe all before them, did oppose, The greedy torrent, boldly turn'd it backe, Into its native body, and conjoyn'd With you so inur'd to conquest, he were lesse Then man, and more then coward, that could feare Any insuing dangers. You doe me too much honor, mighty Princes: And now my brave confederates in Armes, Where businesse of import commands attendance, That time's mis-spent, that's spent in uselesse words, I shall so please you, therefore speake the cause, (In briefe) which urg'd me to desire this conference, And give you reasons for my strange revolt, From my so long lov'd Master. 'Twas the end We onely came for. The sole reason That drew us to this meeting. Thus in briefe then, How I have serv'd this Emperour, these wounds That beautifie my body (cause the markes Of my just loyalty) given by your swords, Can beare me righteous witnesse; but good service To a malicious and ingratefull Prince, Are rather causes of suspect, then love, And when mens actions doe transcend reward, They then descend to punishment (my cause Is rightly stated thus) for when my selfe, (I well may speake it without partiall boast) Had like his Eagle in my powerfull gripe, Snatch'd up his Crowne that lay despis'd on earth, And heav'd it up to Heaven, borne all the waight, Which yours, the Danish and the Swedish force, Could load these shoulders with; nay shooke it off Lightly, as windes in Autumne doe from trees, Their wither'd Summer garments: then, even then, When my just hopes were pregnant with conceit Of Wreathes and triumphes (as a brave reward) My Souldiers by his Mandates were forbid, To obey me as their Generall, and my selfe Commanded straightway to resigne my charge, All my great power which I had bought with blood, Unto Matthias Gallas my Field-Marshall. Insufferable injury! Inhumane and unhear'd of ingratitude!