Peele, George · published 1594 · first performed or written 1589 [1588-1589] (Annals) tragedy · Unknown unassigned nearest T18 Rebels, barons and the king's wars at ho · 461 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T18: king, lord, wallace, earl, edward, england, scotland, rebels, bruce, english.
Courageous king, the wonder of my thoughts And yet my Lord, with pardon understand, myself and these, whom weather hath enforced, To lie at road upon thy gracious coast, Did bend our course and made amain for Ireland. For Ireland Stukeley, thou mistakst me wondrous much, With seven ships, two pinnaces, and six thousand men, I tell thee Stukeley, they are far too weak, To violate the Queen of Ireland's right, For Ireland's Queen commandeth England's force, Were every ship ten thousand on the seas, Manned with the strength of all the Eastern kings, Conveying all the monarchs of the world, To invade the Island where her highness reigns, 'twere all in vain, for heavens and destinies Attend and wait upon her Majesty, Sacred, imperial, and holy is her seat, Shining with wisdom, love and mightiness. Nature that every thing imperfect made, Fortune that never yet was constant found, Time that defaceth every golden show, Dare not decay, remove, or be impure, Both nature, time and fortune, all agree, To bless and serve her royal majesty, The wallowing Ocean hems her round about, Whose raging floods do swallow up her foes, And on the rocks their ships in pieces split, And even in Spain where all the traitors dance, And play themselves upon a sunny day, Securely guard the west part of her Isle, The South the narrow Britain sea begirts, Where Neptune sits in triumph, to direct Their course to hell that aim at her disgrace, The German seas alongst the East do run, Where Venus banquets all her water Nymphs, That with her beauty glancing on the waves, Disdains the check of fair Proserpina, Advise thee then proud Stukeley ere thou pass, To wrong the wonder of the highest God, Sith danger, death and hell doth follow thee, Thee and them all that seek to danger her. If honour be the mark whereat thou aim'st, Then follow me in holy christian wars, And leave to seek thy country's overthrow. Rather my Lord, let me admire these words, Then answer to your firm objections, His holiness Pope Gregorie the seventh, Hath made us four the leaders of the rest, Amongst the rest my Lord, I am but one, If they agree Stukeley will be the first To die with honour for Sebastian. Tell me Lord Bishop, Captains tell me all, Are you content to leave this enterprise, Against your country and your country men, To aid Mahamet king of Barbarie? To aid Mahamet king of Barbarie, 'tis 'gainst our vows great king of Portugal. Then Captains what say you? I say my Lord as the Bishop said, We may not turn from conquering Ireland. Our country and our countrymen will condemn Us worthy of death, if we neglect our vows.
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Couragious king, the wonder of my thoughts And yet my Lord, with pardon vnderstand, My selfe and these, whom weather hath inforst, To lie at roade vpon thy gracious coast, Did bend our course and made amaine for Ireland. For Ireland Stukley, thou mistakst me wonderous much, With seuen shippes, two pinnaces, and sixe thousand men, I tell thee Stukley, they are farre too weake, To violate the Queene of Irelands right, For Irelands Queene commandeth Englands force, Were euerie ship ten thousand on the seas, Mand with the strength of all the Easterne kings, Conuaying all the monarchs of the world, To inuade the Iland where her highnes raignes, Twere all in vaine, for heauens and destinies Attend and wait vpon her Maiestie, Sacred, imperiall, and holy is her seate, Shining with wisedome, loue and mightines. Nature that euerie thing imperfect made, Fortune that neuer yet was constant found, Time that defaceth euerie golden shew, Dare not decay, remoue, or be impure, Both nature, time and fortune, all agree, To blesse and serue her roiall maiestie, The wallowing Ocean hems her round about, Whose raging flouds do swallow vp her foes, And on the rockes their ships in peeces split, And euen in Spaine where all the traitors dance, And plaie themselues vpon a sunny daie, Securely gard the west part of her Isle, The South the narow Britaine sea begirts, Where Veptune sits in triumph, to direct Their course to hell that aime at her disgrace, The Germaine seas alongst the East do run, Where Nenus banquets all her water Nymphs, That with her beautie glansing on the waues, Disdaines the checke of faire Proserpina, Aduise thee then proud Stukley ere thou passe, To wrong the wonder of the highest God, Sith danger, death and hell doth follow thee, Thee and them all that seeke to danger her. If honor be the marke wherat thou aimst, Then followe me in holy christian warres, And leaue to seeke thy Countries ouerthrow. Rather my Lord, let me admire these wordes, Than answere to your firme obiections, His holynes Pope Gregorie the seuenth, Hath made vs foure the leaders of the rest, Amongst the rest my Lord, I am but one, If they agree Stukley will be the first To die with honor for Sebastian. Tell me Lord Bishop, Captaines tell me all, Are you content to leaue this enterprise, Against your countrie and your countrie men, To aide Mahamet king of Barbarie? To aide Mahamet king of Barbarie, Tis gainst our vowes great king of Portugall. Then Captaines what saie you? I saie my Lord as the Bishop said, We may not turne from conquering Ireland. Our countrie and our country-men will condemne Vs worthie of death, if we neglect our vowes.