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 T10 England and France: war, embassy and pea typicality 0.77 · 492 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T10: france, french, england, king, lord, english, edward, talbot, peace, lords.
Brave Peers of France, sith we have passed the bounds, Whereby the wrangling billows seeks for straits To war with Tellus, and her fruitful mines: Sith we have furrowed through those wandering tides Of Tyrrhene seas, and made our galleys dance Upon the hyperborean billows crests, That braves with streams the watery Occident: And found the rich and wealthy Indian clime, Sought to by greedy minds for hurtful gold. Now let us seek to venge the Lamp of France, That lately was eclipsed in Angelica. Now let us seek Orlando forth our Peer, Though from his former wits lately estranged, Yet famous in our favours as before. And sith by chance we all encountered be Let seek revenge on her that wrought his wrong. But being thus arrived in place unknown, Who shall direct our course unto the Court, Where brave Marsillus keeps his royal State. Lo here, two Indian Palmers hard at hand Who can perhaps resolve our hidden doubts. Palmers, God speed. Lordings, we greet you well. Where lies Marsillus' Court, friend canst thou tell. His Court is his camp, the Prince is now in arms. In arms? What's he that dares annoy so great a King. Such as both love & fury doth confound, Fierce Sacrepant, incensed with strange desires, Wars on Marsillus, and Rodamant being dead, Hath levied all his men, and traitorlike Assails his Lord, and loving sovereign. And Mandricard who late hath been in arms, To prosecute revenge against Marsillus, Is now through favours past become his friend. Thus stands the state of matchless India. Palmer, I like thy brave and brief discourse, And couldst thou bring us to the PRINCE's camp, We would acknowledge friendship at thy hands. Ye stranger Lords, why seek ye out Marsillus? In hope that he whose Empire is so large, Will make both mind and Monarchy agree. Whence are you Lords, and what request you here? A question over-haughty for thy weed, Fit for the King himself for to propound. O sir, know that under simple weeds The Gods have masked, then deem not with disdain To answer to this Palmer's question, Whose coat includes perhaps as great as yours. Haughty their words, their persons full of state, Though habit be but mean, their minds excel. Well Palmers know that Princes are in India arrived Yea even those western princely peers of France, That through the world adventures undertake, To find Orlando late incensed with rage. Then Palmers sith you know our styles and state, Advise us where your King Marsillus is. Lordings of France, here is Marsillus, That bids you welcome into India, And will in person bring you to his camp. Marsillus, and thus disguised? even Marsillus, and thus disguised. But what request these Princes at my hand? We sue for law and justice at thy hand, We seek Angelica thy daughter out; That wanton maid, that hath eclipsed the joy Of royal France, and made Orlando mad.
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Braue Peeres of France, sith wee haue past the bounds, Whereby the wrangling billowes seekes for straites To warre with Tellus, and her sruitsull mynes: Sith we haue furrowd through those wandring tides Of Tyrrhene seas, and made our galleys dance Vpon the Hyperborian billowes crests, That braues with streames the watrie Occident: And found the rich and wealthie Indian clime, Sought to by greedie mindes for hurtfull gold. Now let vs seeke to venge the Lampe of France, That lately was eclipsed in Angelica. Now let vs seeke Orlando forth our Peere, Though from his former wits lately estrangd, Yet famous in our fauors as before. And sith by chance we all encountred bee Let seeke reuenge on her that wrought his wrong. But being thus arrivd in place vnknown, Who shall direct our course vnto the Court, Where braue Marsillus keepes his royall State. Loe here, two Indian Palmers hard at hand Who can perhaps resolue our hidden doubts. Palmers, God speed. Lordings, we greet you well. Where lies Marsillus Court, frend canst thou tel. His Court is his campe, the Prince is now in armes. In armes? Whats he that dares annoy so great a King. Such as both loue & furie doth confound, Fierce Sacrepant, incenst with strange desires, Warres on Marsillus, and Rodamant being dead, Hath leuied all his men, and traitor-like Assailes his Lord, and louing soueraigne. And Mandricard who late hath been in armes, To prosecute reuenge against Marsillus, Is now through fauors past become his frend. Thus stands the state of matchles India. Palmer, I like thy braue and breef discourse, And couldst thou bring vs to the Princes campe, We would acknowledge frendship at thy hands. Ye stranger Lords, why seeke ye out Marsillus? In hope that he whose Empire is so large, Will make both minde and Monarchie agree. Whence are you Lords, and what request you here? Aquestion ouer-hautie for thy weed, Fit for the King himselfe for to propound. O sir, know that vnder simple weeds The Gods haue maskt, then deeme not with disdain To answere to this Palmers question, Whose coat includes perhaps as great as yours. Hautie their words, their persons ful of state, Though habit be but meane, their mindes excell. Well Palmers know that Princes are in India arrivd Yea euen those westerne princely peeres of France, That through the world aduentures vndertake, To find Orlando late incenst with rage. Then Palmers sith you know our stiles and state, Aduise vs where your King Marsillus is. Lordings of France, here is Marsillus, That bids you welcome into India, And will in person bring you to his campe. Marsillus, and thus disguisd? Euen Marsillus, and thus disguisd. But what request these Princes at my hand? We sue for law and iustice at thy hand, We seeke Angelica thy daughter out; That wanton maid, that hath eclipst the ioy Of royall France, and made Orlando mad.