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 0.81 · 482 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T10: france, french, england, king, lord, english, edward, talbot, peace, lords.
Strumpet fear not, for by fair Maia's son, This day thy soul shall vanish up in fire, As Semele when Iuno willed the trull, To entertain the glory of her love. Frenchman, for so thy quaint array imports, Be thou a Piere, or be thou Charlemagne, Or hadst thou Hector or Achilles heart, Or never daunted thoughts of Hercules, That did in courage far surpass them all, I tell thee sir, thou liest in thy throat, The greatest brave transalpine France can brook, In saying that sacred Angelica, Did offer wrong unto the Palatine: I am a common mercenary soldier, Yet for I see my Princess is abused By new come stragglers from a foreign coast, I dare the proudest of these western Lords To crack a blade in trial of her right. Why foolish hardy daring simple groom, Follower of fond conceited Phaeton: Knowest thou to whom thou speakst? Brave soldier (for so much thy courage These men are princes, dipped within the blood (says) Of Kings most royal, seated in the West, Unfit to accept a challenge at your hand. Yet thanks that thou wouldst in thy Lords defence Fight for my daughter, but her guilt is known. ay, rest thee soldier, Angelica is false, False, for she hath no trial of her right: Soldier, let me die for the miss of all. Wert thou as stout as is proud Theseus, In vain thy blade should offer my defence: For why, these be the champions of the world, twelve Peers of France that never yet were foiled. How Madam, the twelve Peers of France? Why let them be twelve devils of hell: What I have said I'll pawn my sword To seal it on the shield of him that dares Malgrado of his honour combat me. Marrie sir, that dare I. youare a welcome man sir. Chastise the groom (Oliver) & learn him know, We are not like the boys of Africa. Hear you sir: You that so peremptorily bade him fight, Prepare your weapons for your turn is next, 'tis not one Champion that can discourage me, Come are ye ready. So stand aside, and Madam if my fortune last it out, I'll guard your person with twelve Peers of France. Oh ogre how canst thou stand & see a slave Disgrace the house of France: sirrah prepare you, For angry Nemesis sits on my sword to be revenged. Well said Frenchman, you have made a goodly oration: But you had best to use your sword better, lest I beswinge you. How so ere disguised in base or Indian shape, Oger can well discern thee by thy blows, For either thou art Orlando or the devil. Then to assure you that I am no devil, Here's your friend and companion Orlando. And none can be more glad than Oger is That he hath found his cozen in his sense.
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Strumpet feare not, for by faire Mayas sonne, This day thy soule shall vanish vp in fire, As Semele when Iuno wild the trull, To entertaine the glorie of her loue. Frenchman, for so thy quaint aray imports, Be thou a Piere, or be thou Charlemaine, Or hadst thou Hector or Achilles hart, Or neuer daunted thoughts of Hercules, That did in courage far surpasse them all, I tell thee sir, thou liest in thy throate, The greatest braue transalpine France can brooke, In saying that sacred Angelica, Did offer wrong vnto the Palatine: I am a common mercenary souldier, Yet for I see my Princesse is abusd By new come straglers from a forren coast, I dare the proudest of these westerne Lords To cracke a blade in triall of her right. Why foolish hardie daring simple groome, Follower of fond conceited Phaeton: Knowest thou to whom thou speakst? Braue souldier (for so much thy courage These men are princes, dipt within the blood (saies) Of Kings most royall, seated in the West, Vnfit to accept a challenge at your hand. Yet thankes that thou wouldst in thy Lords defence Fight for my daughter, but her guilt is knowne. I, rest thee souldier, Angelica is false, False, for she hath no triall of her right: Souldier, let me die for the misse of all. Wert thou as stout as is proud Theseus, In vaine thy blade should offer my defence: For why, these be the champions of the world, Twelue Peeres of France that neuer yet were foild. How Madam, the twelue Peeres of France? Why let them be twelue diuels of hell: What I haue said Ile pawne my sword To seale it on the shield of him that dares Malgrado of his honor combat me. Marrie sir, that dare I. Yar a welcome man sir. Chastise the groome (Oliuer) & learne him know, We are not like the boyes of Africa. Heare you sir: You that so peremptorily bad him fight, Prepare your weapons for your turne is next, Tis not one Champion that can discourage me, Come are yee ready. So stand aside, and Maddam if my fortune last it out, Ile gard you with twelue Pieres of France. Oh how canst thou stand & see a slaue Disgrace the house of France: Syrra prepare you, For angry sits on my sword to be reuengd. Well saide Frenchman, you haue made a goodly oration: But you had best to vse your sword better, lest I beswinge you. How so ere disguisd in base or Indian shape, Oger can well discerne thee by thy blowes, For either thou art Orlando or the diuell. Then to assure you that I am no diuel, Heres your friend and companion Orlando. And none can be more glad than Oger is That he hath found his Cosen in his sense.