Greene, Robert · published 1594 · first performed or written 1589 [1586-1590] (Annals) comedy · Queen Elizabeth's Men unassigned nearest T43 York and Lancaster: dynastic claims and · 495 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T43: henry, king, richard, warwick, york, edward, father, duke, crown, son.
Great men of Europe, monarchs of the West, Ringed with the walls of old Oceanus, Whose lofty surges like the battlements, That compassed high built Babel in with towers, Welcome my lords, welcome brave western kings, To England's shore, whose promontory cleeves, Shows Albion is another little world, Welcome says English Henry to you all, Chiefly unto the lovely Eleanour, Who dared for Edward's sake cut through the seas, And venture as Agenor's damsel through the deep, To get the love of Henry's wanton son. England's rich Monarch brave Plantagenet, The Pyren mounts swelling above the clouds, That ward the wealthy Castille in with walls, Can not detain the beauteous Eleanour, But hearing of the fame of Edward's youth, She dared to brook Neptunus' haughty pride, And bide the brunt of froward Aeolus, Then may fair England welcome her the more. After that English Henry by his lords, Had sent prince Edward's lovely counterfeit, A present to the Castille Elinor, The comely portrait of so brave a man, The virtuous fame discoursed of his deeds, Edward's courageous resolution, Done at the holy land fore Damas' walls, Led both mine eye and thoughts in equal links, To like so of the English Monarches son, That I attempted perils for his sake. Where is the Prince, my lord? He posted down, not long since from the court, To Suffolk side, to merry Framingham, To sport himself amongst my fallow dear, From thence by packets sent to Hampton house, We hear the Prince is ridden with his lords, To Oxford, in the Academy there, To hear dispute amongst the learned men, But we will send forth letters for my son, To will him come from Oxford to the court. Nay rather Henry let us as we be, Ride for to visit Oxford with our train, Feign would I see your Universities, And what learned men your Academy yields, From Haspurg have I brought a learned clerk, To hold dispute with English Orators. This doctor surnamed Iaques Vandermast, A German borne, passed into Padua, To Florence, and to fair Bolonia, To Paris, Rheims, and stately Orleans, And talking there with men of art, put down The chiefest of them all in Aphorisms, In Magic, and the Mathematic rules, Now let us Henry try him in your schools. He shall my lord, this motion likes me well, we'll progress strait to Oxford with our trains, And see what men our Academy brings. And wonder Vandermast welcome to me In Oxford shalt thou find a jolly friar, Called Friar Bacon, England's only flower Set him but Nonplus in his magic spells, And make him yield in Mathematic rules, And for thy glory I will bind thy brows, Not with a poets garland●made of bay, But with a coronet of choicest gold, Whilst then we fit to Oxford with our troops, Let's in and banquet in our English court. Where be these vagabond knaves that they attend no better on their master?
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Great men of Europe, monarks of the Weſt, Ringd with the wals of old Ocnus, Whoſe lotie ſurges like the battements, That compaſt high built Babell in with towers, Welcome my lords, welcome braue weſteme kings, To Englands ſhore, whoſe promontorie cleeues, Shewes Albion is another little world, Welcome ſayes Engliſh Henrie to you all, Chiely vnto the louely Eleanour, Who darde or Edwards ſake cut through the ſeas, And venture as Agenors dmſell through the deepe, To get the loue of Henries wanton ſonne. Englands rich Monarch braue Plantagenet, The Pyren mounts ſwelling aboue the clouds, That ward the welthie Caſtile in with walles, Could not detaine the beautious Eleanour, But hearing of the fame of Edwards youth, She darde to brooke Neptunus haughtie pride, And bide the brunt of froward Eolus, Then may faire England welcome her the more. After that Engliſh Henrie by his lords, Had ſent prince Edwards louely counterfeit, A preſent to the Caſtile Elinor, The comly pourtrat of ſo braue a man, The vertuous fame diſcourſed of his deeds, Edwards couragious reſolution, Done at the holy land fore Damas walles, Led both mine eye and thoughts in equall links, To like ſo of the Engliſh Monarchs ſonne, That I attempted perrils for his ſake. Where is the Prince, my lord? He poſted down, not long ſince from the court, To Suffolke ſide, to merrie Fremingham, To ſport himſelfe amongſt my fallow deere, From thence by packets ſent to Hampton houſe, We heare the Prince is ridden with his lords, To Oxford, in the Academie there, To heare diſpute amongſt the learned men, But we will ſend foorth letters for my ſonne, To will him come from Oxford to the court. Nay rather Henrie let vs as we be, Ride for to viſite Oxford with our traine, Faine would I ſee your Vniuerſities, And what learned men your Academie yields, From Haſpurg haue I brought a learned clarke, To hold diſpute with Engliſh Orators. This doctor ſurnamde Iaques Vandermaſt, A Germaine borne, paſt into Padua, To Florence, and to faire Bolonia, To Paris, Rheims, and ſtately Orleans, And talking there with men of art, put downe The chiefeſt of them all in Aphoriſmes, In Magicke, and the Mathematicke rules, Now let vs Henrie trie him in your ſchooles. He ſhal my lord, this motion likes me wel, Weele progreſſe ſtraight to Oxford with our trains, And ſee what men our Academi bringes. And woonder Vandermaſt welcome to me In Oxford ſhalt thou find a iollie frier, Cald Frier Baon, Englands only flower Set him but Non-plus in his magicke ſpels, And make him yeeld in Mathematicke rules, And for thy glorie I will bind thy browes, Not with a poets garlandmade of Baies, But with a coronet of choiceſt gold, Whilſt then we fit to Oxford with our troupes, Lets in and banquet in our Engliſh court. Where be theſe vacabond knaues that they attend no better on their maiſte?