Greene, Robert · published 1594 · first performed or written 1591 (Annals) romance · Queen Elizabeth's Men (on tour); Admiral's (Nottingham's) Men (in London) · before the Court unassigned nearest T53 The crown: kingship claimed, resigned an · 485 words
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My Lord. How basely was this Slave brought up? That knows no titles fit for dignity, To grace his Master with Hyperboles. My Lord. Why the basest Baron of fair Africa, Deserves as much: yet County Sacrepant, Must he a swain salute with name of Lord. Sirrah, what thinks the Emperor of my colours, Because in field I wear both blue and red at once? They deem my Lord, your Honour lives at peace, As one that's neuter in these mutinies, And covets to rest equal friends to both: Neither envious to Prince Mandricard, Nor wishing ill unto Marsillus, That you may safely pass where ere you please, With friendly salutations from them both. ay, so they guess, but level far awry; For if they knew the secrets of my thoughts, Mine Emblem sorteth to another sense. I wear not these as one resolved to peace, But blue and red as enemy to both. Blue, as hating King Marsillus; And red, as in revenge to Mandricard: Foe unto both, friend only to myself, And to the crown, for that's the golden mark, Which makes my thoughts dream on a Diadem not thou all men presage I shall be King: Marsillus sends to me for peace, Mandrecard puts of his cap ten mile of, Two things more & then I cannot miss the crown. O what be those my good Lord. First must I get the love of fair Angelica. Now am I full of amorous conceits, Not that I doubt to have what I desire, But how I might best with mine honour woo, Write, or entreat: fie that fitteth not, Send by Ambassadors: no that's too base. Flatly command I that's for Sacrepant: Say thou art Sacrepant and art in love And who in Afric dare say the County nay. O Angelica, fairer than Chloris when in all her pride Bright Maia's son entrapped her in the net, Wherewith Vulcan entangled the God of war. Your honour is so far in contemplation of Angelica, As you have forgot the second in attaining to the crown. That's to be done by poison, prowess, or any means of treachery to put to death the traitorous Orlando. But who is this comes here. Stand close. I am sent on embassage to the right mighty and magnificent: alias, the right proud and pontifical the County Sacrepant. For Marsillus & Orlando knowing him to be as full of prowess as policy, and fearing lest in leaning to the other faction, he might greatly prejudice them, they seek first to hold the candle before the devil: & knowing him to be a Thrasonical madcap, they have sent me a Gnathonical companion, to give him lettuce fit for his lips. Now sir, knowing his astronomical humours, as one that gazeth so high at the stars, as he never looketh on the pavement in the streets. But whist, Lupus est in fabula.
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My Lord. How basely was this Slaue brought up? That knowes no titles fit for dignitie, To grace his Master with Hyperboles. My Lord. Why the basest Baron of faire Affrica, Deserues as much: yet Countie Sacrepant, Must he a swaine salute with name of Lord. Sirra, what thinkes the Emperor of my colours, Because in field I weare both blue and red at once? They deeme my Lord, your Honor liues at peace, As one thats newter in these mutinies, And couets to rest equall frends to both: Neither enuious to Prince Mandricard, Nor wishing ill unto Marsillus, That you may safely passe where ere you please, With frendly salutations from them both. I, so they gesse, but leuell farre awrie; For if they knew the secrets of my thoughts, Mine Embleme sorteth to another sense. I weare not these as one resolud to peace, But blue and red as enemie to both. Blue, as hating King Marsillus; And red, as in reuenge to Mandricard: Foe vnto both, frend onely to my selfe, And to the crowne, for thats the golden marke, Which makes my thoughts dreame on a Diademe all men presage I shall be King: to me for peace, of his cap ten mile of, Two things more & then I cannot mis the crowne. O what be those my good Lord. First must I get the loue of faire Angelica. Now am I full of amorous conceits, Not that I doubt to haue what I desire, But how I might best with mine honor woo, Write, or intreate: fie that fitteth not, Send by Ambassadors: no thats too base. Flatly command I thats for Sacrepant: Say thou art Sacrepant and art in loue And who in Affricke dare say the Countie nay. O Angelica, fairer then Chloris when in al her pride Bright Mayas sonne intrapther in the net, Wherewith Vulcan intangled the God of warre. Your honor is so far in contemplation of Angelica, As you haue forgot the second in attaining to the crowne. Thats to be done by poyson, prowesse, or anie meanes of treacherie to put to death the traitrous Orlando. But who is this comes here. Stand close. I am sent on imbassage to the right mightie and magnificent: alias, the right proud and pontificall the Countie Sacrepant. For Marsillus & Orlando knowing him to be as full of prowesse as policie, and fearing least in leaning to the other faction, hee might greatly preiudice them, they seeke first to hold the candle before the diuell: & knowing hym to be a Thrasonicall mad-cap, they haue sent mee a Gnathonicall companion, to giue him lettice fit for his lips. Now sir, knowing his astronomical humors, as one that gazeth so high at the starres, as he neuer looketh on the pauement in the streetes. But whist, Lupus est in fabula.