Anonymous · published 1606 · first performed or written 1605 [1603-1606] (Annals) history; satire · Queen Anne's Men unassigned nearest T46 Swords, quarrels and valour · 499 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T46: rapier, sword, fight, gentlemen, gentleman, kicked, kill, dagger, signor, valour.
True my good Lord. True that I sought to stay. That I would basely my rich hopes betray. I did it of mine own head to make you friends. Still playing of the sycophant. What still. A gloze I see to insinuate our good will. That whosoever conquered, he might gain. the favour of us both, that was his train. But henceforth we cashier thee from the filled. Never hereafter bear a soldiers shield, A soldiers sword, nor any other grace, But what is like thine own, a double face. Now I beseech Ioue hear my prayer, let them be both slain in the battle. If there be any other of his heart, We give them free licence to depart. Cornwell hates flattery. So does Martianus. Malgo is resolute for all affairs. And so is Morgan, for he scorns delays. then where the field consists of such a spirit, He that subdues conquers the Crown by merit. that's I. 'tis I. Rivers in blood declare it. Grass turn to Crimson if vigenius spare it. Air be made purple with our reeking gore. Follow my friends. Conquer or near give over. this way I saw vigenius on the spur. I periduras, this way. A strange fight, my Lord is breathless. My dear Lord is dead. True Brothers in ambition, and in death. Yet we are enemies, why fight we not With one another, for our general's loss. too much blood already hath been spent, Now therefore since the difference in themselves, Is reconciled in either's overthrow, Let us be as we were before this jar, And joining hands like honourable friends, Inter their bodies as becomes their state, And which is rare once more to Elidure, Who now in prison leads a wearied life, With true submission offer England's Crown. Of all the charges of tumultuous fate, This is most strange three times to flow in state. Madam. You are welcome, what new flatteries, Are a coining in the mint of that smooth face? Where is the Lady Elidor I pray. Amongst my other waiting maids at work. 'tis well, yet Madam with your gracious leave I wish it better. What in love with her, Canst thou affect such a dejected wretch, Than I perceive thy flattery is folly, Or thou'lt prove honest, loving one so poor. I know not Madam what your highness gathers Out of my troubled words, I love you well, And though the time should alter, as I am sure, It is impossible, yet I would follow All your misfortunes with a patient heart. I have seen too much of thee to credit thee. Now in your height of glory use your servant, now Madam, whilst the noble Peridure That loves you dearer than the British Crown, Whilst he's conqueror, use me to destroy Your greatest enemy, and I will do it. Thou wilt not. Be it Elidure the king, The prisoner I should say, I'd murder him, To show how much I love your majesty.
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True my good Lord. True that I sought to stay. That I would basely my ritcht hopes betray. I did it of mine owne head to make you friends. Still playing of the Sicophant. What still. A glose I see to insinuate our good will. That whosoeuer conquerd, he might gaine. the fauour of vs both, that was his trayne. But henceforth we cashiere thee from the filde. Neuer heereafter beare a souldiers shield, A souldiers sword, nor any other grace, But what is like thine owne, a doubble face. Now I beseech Ioue heare my praier, let them bee both slaine in the battell. If there be any other of his hart, We giue them free licence to depart. Cornwell hates flattery. So does Martianus. Malgo is resolute for all affaires. And so is Morgan, for he scornes delayes. then where the fielde consists of such a spirit, He that subdues conquers the Crowne by merit. thats I. tis I. Ryuers in blood declare it. Grasse turne to Crimson if vigenius spare it. Aire be made purple with our reaking gore. Follow my frends. Conquer or neare giue ore. this way I saw vigenius on the spur. I periduras, this way. A strang fight, my Lord is breathlesse. My deare Lord is dead. True Brothers in ambition, and in death. Yet we are enemies, why fight we not With one another, for our generals losse. To much blood already hath beene spent, Now therefore since the difference in themselues, Is reconsiled in eithers ouerthrow, Let vs be as we were before this Iar, And ioyning hands like honorable frends, Inter their bodyes as becomes their state, And which is rare once more to Elidure, Who now in prison leades a wearied life, With true submission offer Englands Crowne. Of all the charges of tumultuous fate, This is most strange three times to flow in state. Madam. You are welcome, what new flatteries, Are a coyning in the mint of that smoth face? Where is the Lady Elidor I pray. Amongst my other waiting maides at worke. Tis well, yet Madam with your gratious leaue I wish it better. What in loue with her, Canst thou affect such a deiected wretch, Then I perceiue thy flattery is folly, Or thout proue honest, louing one so poore. I know not Madam what your highnesse gathers Out of my troubled words, I loue you well, And though the time should alter, as I am sure, It is impossible, yet I would follow All your misfortunes with a patient hart. I haue seene too much of thee to credit thee. Now in your height of glory vse your seruant, now Madam, whilst the noble Peridure That loues you dearer then the Brittish Crowne, Whilst hees conqueror, vse me to destroy Your greatest enemy, and I will doe it. Thou wilt not. Be it Elidure the king, The prisoner I should say, Ide murder him, To shew how much I loue your maiesty.