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 T14 Royal love, favour and dynastic relation typicality 0.71 · 518 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T14: prince, princess, love, king, lord, queen, madam, grace, lady, life.
Time not affords to tell each circumstance? But thrice hath Cynthia changed her hue Since thou infected with a lunacy, Hast gadded up and down these lands & groves Performing strange and ruthful stratagems, All for the love of fair Angelica, Whom thou with Medor didst suppose played false, But Sacrepant had graven these roundelays, To sting thee with infecting jealousy; The swain that told thee of their oft converse, Was servant unto County Sacrepant, And trust me Orlando, Angelica though true to thee, Is banished from the court, And Sacrapant this day bids battle to Marsillius The armies ready are to give assail, And on a hill that overpeers them both, Stands all the worthy matchless peers of France Who are in quest to seek Orlando out. Muse not at this, for I have told thee true, I am she that cured thy disease, Here take these weapons given thee by the fates, And hie thee County to the battle straight. Thanks sacred Gods for thy helping hand Thither will I hie to be revenged. Alarms. viceroys you are dead, For Sacrepant already crowned a king, Heaves up his sword to have your diadems. Traitor, not dead, or any wit dismayed, For dear we prize the smallest drop of blood. Stay Princes, base not yourselves to combat such a dog. Mount on your coursers, follow those that fly, And let your conquering swords be tainted in their bloods Pass ye, for him he shall be combated. Why what art thou that bravest me thus? I am thou seest a mercenary soldier Homely, yet of such haughty thoughts; As nought can serve to quench th'aspiring thoughts That burns as do the fires of Cicely, Unless I win that princely diadem, That seems so ill upon thy coward's head. Coward. To arms sir boy, I will not brook these braves, If Mars himself even from his fiery throne, Came armed with all his furnitures of war. Oh villain, thou hast slain a prince. Then mayst thou think that Mars himself Came down to vail thy plumes, and heave thee from thy pomp. Proud that thou art, I reck not of thy 'gree, But I will have the conquest of my sword, Which is the glory of thy diadem. These words bewray thou art no base born moore, But by descent sprung from some royal line, Then freely tell me what's thy name. Nay first let me know thine? Then know that thou hast slain Prince Sacrepant. Sacrepant. Then let me at thy dying day entreat, By that same sphere wherein thy soul shall rest, If love deny not passage to thy ghost, Thou tell me whether thou wrongdst Angelica or no. O that's the sting that pricks my conscience Oh that's the hell my thoughts abhor to think, I tell thee knight, for thou dost seem no less, That I engraved the roundelays on the trees, And hung the sedulet of poor Medor's love, Intending so to breed debate, Between Orlando and Angelica, O thus I wronged Orlando and Angelica. Now tell me what shall I call thy name.
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Time not affoords to tell each circumstance? But thrice hath Cynthia changde her hiew Since thou infected with a lunasie, Hast gadded vp and downe these lands & groues Performing strange and ruthfull stratagemes, All for the loue of faire Angelica, Whome thou with Medor didst suppose plaide false, But Sacrepant had grauen these rundelaies, To sting thee with infecting iealousie; The swaine that tolde thee of their oft conuerse, Was seruant vnto Countie Sacrepant, And trust me Orlando, Angelica though true to thee, Is banisht from the court, And Sacrepnat this daie bids battel to Marsillius The armies readie are to giue assaile, And on a hill that ouerpeeres them both, Stands all the worthie matchles peeres of France Who are in quest to seeke Orlando out. Muse not at this, for I haue tolde thee true, I am she that cured thy disease, Here take these weapons giuen thee by the fates, And hie thee Countie to the battell straight. Thanks sacred Goddes for thy helping hand Thether will I hie to be reuengd. Alarmes. Viceroyes you are dead, For Sacrepant alreadie crownd a king, Heaues up his sword to have your diadems. Traitor, not dead, or anie wit dismaide, For deare we prize the smallest droppe of bloud. Stay Princes, base not your selues to cumbat such a dog. Mount on your coursers, follow those that flie, And let your conquering swoordes be tainted in their blouds Passe ye, for him he shall be combatted. Why what art thou that brauest me thus? I am thou seest a mercenarie souldier Homely, yet of such haughtie thoughts; As noght can serue to quēch th'aspiring thoghtes That burnes as doe the fires of Cicely, Vnlesse I win that princely diademe, That seemes so ill vppon thy cowards head. Coward. To armes sir boy, I will not brooke these braues, If Mars himselfe euen from his firie throne, Came armde with all his furnitures of warre. Oh villaine, thou hast slaine a prince. Then maist thou think that Mars himself Came down to vaile thy plumes, and heaue thee from thy pompe. Proud that thou art, I recke not of thy gree, But I will haue the conquest of my sword, Which is the glorie of thy diadem. These words bewraie thou art no base born moore, But by descent sprong from some roiall line, Then freely tell me whats thy name. Nay first let me know thine? Then know that thou hast slaine Prince Sacrepant. Sacrepant. Then let me at thy dying day intreate, By that same sphere wherein thy soule shall rest, If loue denie not passage to thy ghost, Thou tell mee whether thou wrongdst Angelica or no. O thats the sting that pricks my conscience Oh thats the hell my thoughts abhorre to thinke, I tel thee knight, for thou doest seeme no lesse, That I ingravde the rundelaies on the trees, And hung the sedulet of poore Medors loue, Intending so to breed debate, Betweene Orlando and Angelica, O thus I wrongd Orlando and Angelica. Now tell me what shall I call thy name.