Greene, Robert · published 1630 · first performed or written 1589 [1586-1590] (Annals) comedy · Queen Elizabeth's Men unassigned nearest T43 York and Lancaster: dynastic claims and · 496 words · other edition — not in the analysis
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 cliffs, Shows Albion is another little world, Welcome says English Henry to you all, Chiefly unto the lovely Eleanor, 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 Castile in with walls, Could not detain the beauteous Eleanor, But hearing of the same 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 Castile Eleanor, 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 monarch's 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 deer, 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, Fain would I see your Universities, And what learned men your Academy yields, From Hapsburg 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 straight 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 poet's Garland made of bays, But with a Coronet of choicest gold, Whilst then we sit 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, Monarkes of the Weſt, Ring'd with the walls of old Oceanus, Whoſe lofty ſurges like the battlements, That compaſt high built Babell in with Towres, Welcome my Lords, welcome braue weſterne Kings, To Englands ſhore, whoſe promontory cleeues, Shewes Albion is another little world, Welcome ſayes Engliſh Henry to you all, Chiefly vnto the louely Eleonor, Who darde for Edwards ſake cut through the ſeas, And venture as Agenors Damſell through the deepe, To get the loue of Henries wanton ſon. Englands rich Monarke braue Plantagenet, The Pyren mounts ſwelling aboue the clouds, That ward the wealthy Caſtile in with walls, Could not detaine the beautious Eleanor, But hearing of the ſame of Edwards youth, She darde to brooke Neptunus haughty pride, And bide the brunt of froward Eolus, Then may faire England welcome her the more. After that Engliſh Henry by his Lords, Had ſent Prince Edwards louely counterfeit, A preſent to the Caſtile Elinor, The comly pourtrait of ſo braue a man, The vertuous fame diſcourſed of his deeds, Edwards couragious reſolution, Done at the holy Land fore Damas walls, Led both mine eye and thoughts in equall links, To like ſo of the Engliſh Monarchs ſonne, That I attempted perils for his ſake. Where is the Prince, my Lord? He poſted downe, not long ſince from the Court, To Suffolke ſide, to merry 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 Academy there, To heare diſpute amongſt the learned men: But we will ſend forth letters for my ſonne, To will him come from Oxford to the Court. Nay rather Henry, let vs as we be, Ride for to viſit Oxford with our traine, Faine would I ſee your Vniuerſities, And what learned men your Academy yeelds, From Haspurg haue I brought a learned Clerke, To hold diſpute with Engliſh Orators. This Doctor ſurnam'd Iaques Vandermaſt, A Germane 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 Mathematike rules, Now let vs Henry trie him in your Schooles. He ſhall my Lord, this motion likes me well, Weele progreſſe ſtraight to Oxford with our traines, And ſee what men our Academy brings. And wonder Ʋandermaſt welcome to me, In Oxford ſhalt thou finde a iolly Fryer, Cald Fryer Bacon, Englands only flowre, Set him but Non-plus in his magicke ſpels, And make him yeeld in Mathematicke rules, And for thy glory I will bind thy browes, Not with a Poets Garland made of Bayes, But with a Coronet of choiceſt gold, Whilſt then we ſit to Oxford with our troupes, Lets in and banquet in our Engliſh Court. Where be theſe vagabond knaues, that they attend no better on their maſter?