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 T50 Fleets, armies and generals: war by sea typicality 0.79 · 487 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T50: sea, honour, general, soldiers, men, ship, fight, soldier, king, vittori.
What sayst thou villain? So now you shall be both my Soldiers. Your soldiers, we shall have a mad Captain then. You must fight against Medor. Yes let me alone with him for a bloody nose. Come then and I'll give you weapons straight, Thus causeless banished from thy native home, Here sit Angelica and rest a while, For to bewail the fortunes of thy love. This way she went, & far she cannot be. See where she is my Lord, speak as if you knew her not. Fair shepherdess for so thy fitting seems, Or Nymph for less thy beauty cannot be: What feed you sheep upon these downs? Daughter I am unto a bordering Swain, That tend my flocks within these shady groves. Fond girl thou liest, thou art Angelica. I thou art she that wronged the Palatine. For I am known albeit I am disguised, Yet dare I turn the lie into thy throat, Sith thou reportest I wronged the Palatine. Nay then thou shalt be used according to thy deserts, come bring her to our Tents. But stay what Drum is this? Now see Angelica the fruits of all your love. soldiers, this is the City of great Babylon, Where proud Darius was rebated from, Play but the men and I will lay my head, we'll sack and raze it ere the sun be set. Yea and scratch it too, March fair fellow frying-pan. Orgalio, know'st thou the cause of my laughter? No by my troth, nor no wiseman else. Why sirrah to think that if the enemy were fled ere we come, we'll not leave one of our own soldiers alive, for we two will kill them with our fists. Foe come let's go home again, he'll set Probatum est upon my headpiece anon. No, no, thou shalt not be hurt, nor thee, Back soldiers, look where the enemy is. Captain, they have a woman amongst them. And what of that? Why strike you down the men, and then let me alone to thrust in the woman. No I am challenged the single fight, sirrah, is't you challenge me the combat. Frantic companion, lunatic & wood, Get thee hence, or else I vow by heaven, Thy madness shall not privilege thy life. I tell thee villain Medor wronged me so, Sith thou art come his Champion to the field, I'll learn thee know I am the Palatine. Look my Lord here's one killed. Who killed him? You my Lord I think. I? No, no, I see who killed him. Come hither gentle sir, whose prowess hath performed such an act, think not the courteous Palatine will hinder that thine Honour hath achieved, Orgalio fetch me a sword, that presently this squire may be dubbed a Knight. Thanks gentle Fortune that sends me such good hap, Rather to die by him I love so dear, Than live and see my Lord thus lunatic.
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What saist thou villaine? So now you shall be both my Souldiers. Your soldiers, we shall haue a mad Captaine then. You must fight against Medor. Yes let me alone with him for a bloody nose. Come then and Ile giue you weapons strait, Thus causeles banisht from thy natiue home, Here sit Angelica and rest a while, For to bewaile the fortunes of thy loue. This way she went, & far she cannot be. See where she is my Lord, speak as if you knew her not. Faire shepherdesse for so thy sitting seemes, Or Nymph for lesse thy beauty cannot be: What feede you sheepe vpon these downes? Daughter I am vnto a bordering Swaine, That tend my flocks within these shady groues. Fond gyrle thou liest, thou art Angelica. I thou art shee that wrongd the Palatine. For I am knowne albeit I am disguisde, Yet dare I turne the lie into thy throte, Sith thou reportst I wrongd the Palatine. Nay then thou shalt be vsed according to thy deserts, come bring her to our Tents. But stay what Drum is this? Now see Angelica the fruits of all your loue. Souldiers, this is the Citie of great Babilon, Where proud Darius was rebated from, Play but the men and I will lay my head, Weele sacke and raze it ere the sunne be set. Yea and scratch it too, March faire fellow frying-pan. Orgalio, knowst thou the cause of my laughter? No by my troth, nor no wise-man else. Why sirra to thinke that if the enemie were fled ere we come, weele not leaue one of our own souldiers aliue, for wee two will kill them with our fists. Fo come lets goe home againe, heele set Probatum est vpon my headpeece anon. No, no, thou shalt not be hurt, nor thee, Backe souldiers, looke where the enemie is. Captaine, they haue a woman amongst them. And what of that? Why strike you downe the men, and then let me alone to thrust in the woman. No I am challenged the single fight, Syrra, ift you challenge me the combate. Franticke companion, lunatick & wood, Get thee hence, or else I vow by heauen, Thy madnes shall not priuiledge thy life. I tell thee villaine Medor wrongd me so, Sith thou art come his Champion to the field, Ile learne thee know I am the Palatine. Looke my Lord heres one kild. Who kild him? You my Lord I thinke. I? No, no, I see who kild him. Come hither gentle sir, whose prowesse hath performde such an act, thinke not the curteous Palatine will hinder that thine Honour hath atchieude, Orgalio fetch me a sword, that presently this squire may be dubd a Knight. Thankes gentle Fortune that sendes mee such good hap, Rather to die by him I love so deare, Than live and see my Lord thus lunaticke.