Marlowe, Christopher · published 1596 · first performed or written 1593 [Jan 26; Jan 30] (Annals) tragedy · Derby's (Strange's) Men unassigned nearest T59 Spanish courts: war, honour and courtshi · 513 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T59: andrea, spain, portugal, tribute, horatio, king, bellimperia, prince, lord, lorenzo.
Thou trothless and unjust, what lines are these? Am I grown old, or is thy lust grown young, Or hath my love been so obscured in thee, That others needs to comment on my text? Be my love forgot which held thee dear? ay, dearer than the apple of mine eye? Is Guise's glory but a cloudy mist, In sight and judgement of thy lustful eye? Mor du, wert not the fruit within thy womb, Of whose increase I set some longing hope: This wrathful hand should strike thee to the heart. Hence strumpet, hide thy head for shame, And fly my presence if thou look to live. O wicked sex, perjured and unjust, Now do I see that from the very first, Her eyes and looks sowed seeds of perjury, But villain he to whom these lines should go, Shall buy her love even with his dearest blood. My Lords, sith in a quarrel just and right, We undertake to manage these our wars: Against the proud disturbers of the faith, I mean the Guise, the Pope, and King of Spain, Who set themselves to tread us under foot, And rent our true religion from this land. But for you know our quarrel is no more, But to defend their strange inventions, Which they will put us to with sword and fire: We must with resolute minds resolve to fight, In honour of our God and countries good. Spain is the counsel chamber of the pope, Spain is the place where he makes peace and war, And Guise for Spain hath now incensed the King, To send his power to meet us in the field. Then in this bloody brunt they may behold, The sole endeavour of your princely care, To plant the true succession of the faith, In spite of Spain and all his heresies. The power of vengeance now encamps itself, Upon the haughty mountains of my breast: plays with her gory colours of revenge, Whom I respect as leaves of boasting green, That change their colour when the winter comes, When I shall vaunt as victor in revenge. How now sirrah, what news? My Lord, as by our scouts we understand, A mighty army comes from France with speed: Which are already mustered in the land, And means to meet your highness in the field. In God's name, let them come. This is the Guise that hath incensed the King, To levy arms and make these civil broils But canst thou tell who is their general? Not yet my Lord, for thereon do they stay: But as report doth go, the Duke of Ioyeux Hath made great suit unto the King therefore. It will not countervail his pains I hope, I would the Guise in his steed might have come, But he doth lurk within his drowsy couch, And makes his footstool on security: So he be safe he cares not what becomes, Of King or Country, no not for them both. But come my Lords, let us away with speed, And place ourselves in order for the fight.
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Thou trothles and vniust, what lines are these? Am I growne olde, or is thy lust growne yong, Or hath my loue been so obscurde in thee, That others needs to comment on my text? Isall my loue forgot which helde thee deare? I, dearer then the apple of mine eye? Is Guises glory but a clowdy mist, In sight and iudgement of thy lustfull eye? Mor du, wert not the fruit within thy wombe, Of whose encrease I set some longing hope: This wrathfull hand should strike thee to the hart. Hence strumpet, hide thy head for shame, And fly my presence if thou looke to liue. O wicked sexe, periured and vniust, Now doe I see that from the very first, Her eyes and lookes sow'd seeds of periury, But villaine he to whom these lines should goe, Shall buy her loue euen with his dearest bloud. My Lords, sith in a quarrell iust and right, We vndertake to mannage these our warres: Against the proud disturbers of the faith, I meane the Guise, the Pope, and King of Spaine, Who set themselues to tread vs vnder foot, And rent our true religion from this land. But for you know our quarrell is no more, But to defend their strange inuentions, Which they will put vs to with sword and fire: We must with resolute mindes resolue to fight, In honor of our God and countries good. Spaine is the counsell chamber of the pope, Spaine is the place where he makes peace and warre, And Guise for Spaine hath now incenst the King, To send his power to meet vs in the field. Then in this bloudy brunt they may beholde, The sole endeuour of your princely care, To plant the true succession of the faith, In spite of Spaine and all his heresies. The power of vengeance now incampes it selfe, Vpon the hauty mountains of my brest: plaies with her goary coulours of reuenge, Whom I respect as leaues of boasting greene, That change their coulour when the winter comes, When I shall vaunt as victor in reuenge. How now sirra, what newes? My Lord, as by our scoutes we vnderstande, A mighty army comes from France with speed: Which are already mustered in the land, And meanes to meet your highnes in the field. In Gods name, let them come. This is the Guise that hath incenst the King, To leauy armes and make these ciuill broyless But canst thou tell who is their generall? Noty et my Lord, for thereon doe they stay: But as report doth goe, the Duke of Ioyeux Hath made great sute vnto the King therfore. It will not counteruaile his paines I hope, I would the Guise in his steed might haue come, But he doth lurke within his drousie couch, And makes his footstoole on securitie: So he be safe he cares not what becomes, Of King or Country, no not for them both. But come my Lords, let vs away with speed, And place our selues in order for the fight.