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 T10 England and France: war, embassy and pea · 501 words
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whenas I felt his blows upon my shield, My teeth did chatter and my thoughts conceived, Who might this be if not the Palatine. So had I said, but that report did tell, My Lord was troubled with a lunacy. So was I Lordings: but give me leave a while, Humbly as Mars did to his Paramour, So to submit to fair Angelica. Pardon thy Lord, fair saint Angelica, Whose love stealing by steps into extremes, Grew by suspicion to a causeless lunacy. O no my Lord, but pardon my amiss, For had not Orlando loved Angelica near had my Lord fallen into these extremes, Which we will parley private to ourselves: near was the Queen of Cypress half so glad, As is Angelica to see her Lord, Her dear Orlando settled in his sense. Thanks my sweet love. But why stands the Prince of Africa, And Mandricard the King of Mexico, So deep in dumps when all rejoice beside: First know my Lord, I slaughtered Sacrepant, I am the man that did the slave to death, Who frankly there did make confession, That he engraved the Roundelays on the trees, And hung the schedules of poor Medor's love, Intending by suspect to breed debate, Deeply twixt me and fair Angelica: His hope had hap but we had all the harm, And now Revenge leaping from out the seat, Of him that may command stern Nemesis, Hath powered those treasons justly on his head. What saith my gracious Lord to this? I stand amazed, deep overdrenched with joy, To hear and see this unexpected end, So well I rest content ye Peers of France, Sith it is proved Angelica is clear, Her and my Crown I freely will bestow, Upon Orlando the County Palatine. Thanks my good Lord, & now my friends of France, From , be merrie, we wil hasten home, So soon as King Marsillus will consent, To let his daughter wend with us to France, meanwhile we'll richly rig up all our Fleet, More brave than was that gallant Grecian keel, That brought away the colchian fleece of gold. Our Sails of sendal spread into the wind, Our ropes and tacklings all of finest silk, Fetched from the native looms of labouring worms, The pride of Barbarie, and the glorious wealth, That is transported by the Western bounds: Our stems cut out of gleaming ivory, Our planks and sides framed out of Cypress wood, That bears the name of Cyparissus' change, To burst the billows of the Ocean Sea, Where Phoebus dips his amber-tresses oft, And kisses Thetis in the days decline, That Neptune proud shall call his Trytons forth, To cover all the Ocean with a calm: So rich shall be the rubbish of our barks, ta'en here for ballast to the ports of France, That Charles himself shall wonder at the sight. Thus Lordings when our banquetings be done, And Orlando espoused to Angelica, we'll furrow through the moving Ocean, And cheerly frolic with great Charlemagne.
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When as I felt his blowes vpon my shield, My teeth did chatter and my thoughts conceiude, Who might this be if not the Pallatine. So had I said, but that report did tell, My Lord was troubled with a lunacie. So was I Lordinges: but giue mee leaue a while, Humbly as Mars did to his Paramour, So to submit to faire Angelica. Pardon thy Lord, faire saint Angelica, Whose loue stealing by steps into extreames, Grew by suspition to a causeles lunacie. O no my Lord, but pardon my amis, For had not Orlando lovde Angelica Nere had my Lord falne into these extreames, Which we will parle priuate to our selues: Nere was the Queene of Cypres halfe so glad, As is Angelica to see her Lord, Her deare Orlando settled in his sense. Thankes my sweete loue. But why stands the Prince of Affrica, And Mandrecarde the King of Mexico, So deepe in dumps when all reioyse beside: First know my Lord, I slaughtred Sacrepant, I am the man that did the slaue to death, Who frankely there did make confesion, That he ingravde the Roundelaies on the trees, And hung the schedules of poore Medors loue, Entending by suspect to breede debate, Deepely twixt me and faire Angelica: His hope had hap but we had all the harme, And now Reuenge leaping from out the seate, Of him that may command sterne Nemesis, Hath powrde those treasons iustly on his head. What saith my gratious Lord to this? I stand amazde, deepe ouerdrencht with ioy, To heare and see this vnexpected ende, So well I rest content yee Pieres of France, Sith it is provde Angelica is cleare, Her and my Crowne I freely will bestow, Vpon Orlando the County Palatine. Thanks my good Lord, & now my friends of France, From , be merrie, we wil hasten home, So soone as King will consent, To let his daughter with vs to France, Meane while weele richly rigge vp all our Fleete, More braue than was that gallant Grecian keele, That brought away the Colchyan fleece of gold. Our Sailes of sendall spread into the winde, Our ropes and tacklings all of finest silke, Fetcht from the natiue loomes of laboring wormes, The pride of Barbarie, and the glorious wealth, That is transported by the Westerne bounds: Our stems cut out of gleming Iuorie, Our planks and sides framde out of Cypresse wood, That beares the name of Cyparissus change, To burst the billows of the Ocean Sea, Where Phoebus dips his amber-tresses oft, And kisses Thetis in the daies decline, That Neptune prowd shall call his Trytons forth, To couer all the Ocean with a calme: So rich shall be the rubbish of our barkes, Tane here for ballas to the ports of France, That Charles himselfe shall wonder at the sight. Thus Lordings when our bankettings be done, And Orlando espowsed to Angelica, Weele furrow through the mouing Ocean, And cherely frolicke with great Charlemaine.