Greene, Robert · published 1599 · first performed or written 1587 [1587-1588] (Annals) romance · Queen Elizabeth's Men (?) T59 Spanish courts: war, honour and courtshi typicality 0.74 · 522 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T59: andrea, spain, portugal, tribute, horatio, king, bellimperia, prince, lord, lorenzo.
Welcome brave youths of Aragon to me. Yea welcome Miles, Lalius and the rest, Whose prowess alone hath been the only cause, That we like victor's have subdued our foes. Lord what a pleasure was it to my mind, To see Belus, which not long before, Did with his threatenings terrify the Gods, Now scud apace, from warlike Lalius blows: The Duke of Milan he increased our sport, When doubting that his force was overweak, For to withstand Miles, thy sturdy arm Did give more credence to his frisking skips Then to the sharpness of his cutting blade, What Fabius did to pleasure us withal, Albinius knows as well as I myself: For well I wot, if that thy tired steed Had been as fresh and swift in foot as his, He should have felt, yea known for certainty, To check Alphonsus, did deserve to die. Briefly my friends and fellow peers in arms, The worst of you do deserve such mickle praise, As that my tongue denies for to set forth The demi parcel of your valiant deeds, So that perforce, I must by duty be Bound to you all, for this your courtesy. Not so my Lord, for if our willing arms Have pleasured you so much, as you do say, We have done nought but that becometh us: For to defend our mighty sovereign. As for my part, I count my labour small, Yea though it had been twice as much again, Since that Alphonsus doth accept thereof. Thanks worthy Miles, lest all the world Should count Alphonsus thankless for to be, Laelius sit down, and Miles sit by him, And that receive, the which your swords have won. First, for because thou Laelius in these broils, By martial might, didst proud Belinus chase, From troop to troop, from side to side about, And never ceased from this thy swift pursuit, Until thou hadst obtained his royal Crown, Therefore I say, I'll do thee nought but right, And give thee that which thou well hast won. Here doth Alphonsus Crown thee Laelius, King Of Naples Town, with all dominions That erst belonged to our traitorous foe, That proud Belinus in his regiment. Miles, thy share the Milan Dukedom is, For well I wot thy sword deserved no less. The which Alphonsus frankly giveth thee, In presence of his warlike men at arms. And if that any stomach this my deed, Alphonsus can revenge thy wrong with speed. Now to Albinius which in all my toils I have both faithful, yea and friendly found: Since that the Gods and friendly Fates assign This present time to me to recompense, The sundry pleasures thou hast done to me, Sit down by them, and on thy faithful head Receive the Crown of peerless Aragon. Pardon dear Lord Albinius at this time, It ill becomes me for to wear a Crown, whenas my Lord is destitute himself: Why high Alphonsus, if I should receive This Crown of you, the which high Ioue forbid, Where would yourself obtain a Diadem? Naples is gone, Milan possessed is, And nought is left for you but Aragon.
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Welcome braue youthes of Aragon to me. Yea welcome Miles, Lalis and the rest, Whose prowesse alone hath bene the onely cause, That we like victors haue subdued our foes. Lord what a pleasure was it to my minde, To see Bels, which not long before, Did with his threatnings terrefie the Gods, Now scudde apace, from warlike Llius blowes: The Duke of Millaine he increast our sport, When doubting that his force was ouerweake, For to withstand Miles, thy sturdie arme Did giue more credence to his frisking skippes Then to the sharpnesse of his cutting blade, What Fabius did to pleasure vs withall, Albinius knowes as well as I my selfe: For well I wot, if that thy tyred steed Had bene as fresh and swift in foote as his, He should haue felt, yea knowne for certaintie, To checke Alphonsus, did deserue to die. Breefly my friends and fellow peeres in armes, The worst of you doo deserue such mickle praise, As that my tongue denies for to set forth The demie parcell of your valiant deeds, So that perforce, I must by dutie be Bound to you all, for this your curtesie. Not so my Lord, for if our willing armes Haue pleasured you so much, as you do say, We haue done nought but that becommeth vs: For to defend our mightie soueraigne. As for my part, I count my labour small, Yea though it had bene twise as much againe, Since that Alphonsus doth accept thereof. Thankes worthie Miles, least all the world Should count Alphonsus thanklesse for to be, Laelius sit downe, and Miles sit by him, And that receiue, the which your swords haue wonne. First, for because thou Laelius in these broyles, By martiall might, didst proude Belinus chase, From troupe to troupe, from side to side about, And neuer ceast from this thy swift pursute, Vntill thou hadst obtaind his royall Crowne, Therefore I say, ile do thee nought but right, And giue thee that which thou well hast wonne. Here doth Alphonsus Crowne thee Laelius, King Of Naples Towne, with all dominions That earst belonged to our trayterous foe, That proud Belinus in his regiment. Miles, thy share the Millaine Dukedome is, For well I wot thy sword deseru'd no lesse. The which Alphonsus frankly giueth thee, In presen of his warlike men at armes. And if that any stomacke this my deed, Alphonsus can reuenge thy wrong with speed. Now to Albinius which in all my toyles I haue both faithfull, yea and friendly found: Since that the Gods and friendly Fates assigne This present time to me to recompence, The sundry pleasures thou hast done to me, Sit downe by them, and on thy faithfull head Receiue the Crowne of peerlesse Aragon. Pardon deare Lord Albinius at this time, It ill becomes me for to weare a Crowne, When as my Lord is destitute himselfe: Why high Alphonsus, if I should receiue This Crowne of you, the which high Ioue forbid, Where would your selfe obtaine a Diadem? Naples is gone, Millaine possessed is, And nought is left for you but Aragon.