The Valiant Welshman (Caradoc the Great) · chunk 9 of 32
A., R. · published 1615 · first performed or written 1612 [1610-1615] (Annals) history · Prince Henry's Men T38 Death, parting and grief at court typicality 0.75 · 477 words
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Then here I'll take my leave; First, as my duty binds, of you great King. Next, of you, fair Princess. Come brothers, and Lord Morgan, I must entreat Your company along. Fare you well, great King: our Cousin ap Caradoc and I, will make Caesar's, with all her Romans, run to the Tevils' arse a peake, I warrant her. I pray you look unto her son there: be Cad, he hath no more wit in his pa●es, than the arrantest Cander at Coose fair. Come, daughter, now let's in. He that loves honour, must his honour win. Thus have you seen, the valiant Caradoc, Mounting the Chariot of eternal fame, Whom, mighty Fortune, Regent of this Globe, Which Navigators call terrestrial, Attends upon: and like a careful Nurse, That sings sweet Lullabies unto her babe, Crowns her beloved Minion with content, And sets him on the highest Spire of Fame. Now to Gederus, King of warlike Britain, Oppressed with Roman Legions is he gone, Spurred oh with matchless resolution, And in the battle, as yourselves shall see, Fights like a Nemean Lion, Or like, those Giants, that to cope with Ioue, Hurled Osla upon Peleon, heaped hill on hill, Mountain on mountain, in their boundless rage. But in the mean time dreadless of treacherous plots, The Bastard plays his Rex, whose ancient sore Begins to fester, and now breaks the head Of that Impostume malice had begot. Now Cornwall, Gloster, twins of some Incubus, And son and heir to hell's Imperial Crown, The Bastard Codigune, conspire the death Of old Octavian. Those that fain would know The manner how, observe this silent show. The treacherous Bastard, with his complices, Cornwall and Gloster, did invite the King, Fair Guinevere and beauteous Voada, The sister of renowned Caradoc, Unto a sumptuous feast, whose costly outside Gave no suspicion to a foul intent. And had Cassandra (as she did at Troy Foretell the danger of the ●re●ian house, That Sinon counterfeited with his tears,) Presaged this Treason; like to some nightly dream Of some superfluous brain begot in wine, It had been only fabulous, and extinct Even with the same breath, that she brought it forth, Like some abortive Oracle, so beguiles The Siren's songs, and tears of Crocodiles. At this great banquet, great Octavian Was poisoned, and the wife of Caradoc, Together with his beauteous sister led Unto a loathsome prison, and the Crown Invested on the head of Codigune The envious Bastard. Here leave we them a while: And now to Bryttayne let us steer the course Of our attention, where this worthy Sun That shines within the firmament of Wales, Was like himself, thrice welcomed, till the spleen Of that malicious Gloster did pursue In certain letters, sent to Goderus King, Whose sister he had married, his defame Wales lost, in lively Scenes we'll show the same.
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Then here Ile take my leaue; First, as my duty binds, of you great King. Next, of you, fayre Princesse. Come brothers, and Lord Morgan, I must intreat Your company along. Fare you well, great King: our Cousin ap Caradoc and I, will make Cesars, with all her Romanes, runne to the Teuils arse a peake, I warrant her. I pray you looke vnto her sonne there: bee Cad, hee hath no more wit in his paes, then the arrantest Cander at Coose fayre. Come, daughter, now let's in. He that loues honour, must his honour winne. Thus haue you seen, the valint Caradoc, Mounting the Chariot of eternall fame, Whom, mighty Fortune, Regent of this Globe, Which Nauigators call terrestriall, Attends vpon: and like a careful Nurse, That sings sweet Lullabies vnto her babe, Crowns her beloued Minion with content, And sets him on the highest Spire of Fame. Now to Gederus, King of warlike Brittayne, Opprest with Romane Legions is he gone, Spur'd oh vvith matchlesse resolution, And in the battell, as your selues shall see, Fights like a Nemean Lyon, Or like, those Giants, that to cope vvith Ioue, Hurl'd Osla vpon Peleon, heap'd hill on hill, Mountaine on mountaine, in their boundles rage. But in the meane time dreadlesse of trecherous plots, The Bastard playes his Rex, whose ancient sore Beginnes to fester, and now breakes the head Of that Impostume malice had begot. Now Cornewall, Gloster, twinnes of some Incubus, And sonne and heyre to hells Imperiall Crowne, The Bastard Codigune, conspire the death Of olde Octauian. Those that faine would know The manner how, obserue this silent show. The trecherous Bastard, with his complices, Cornewall and Gloster, did inuite the King, Fayre Guiniuer and beautious Voada, The sister of renowmed Caradoc, Vnto a sumptuous feast, vvhose costly outside Gaue no suspition to a foule intent. And had Cassandra (as she did at Troy Foretell the danger of the reian hose, That Sinon counterfeyted with his teares,) Presaged this Treason; like to some nightly dream Of some superfluous brayne begot in wine, It had beene onely fabulous, and extinct Euen with the same breath, that she brought it forth, Like some abortiue Oracle, so beguiles The Syrens songs, and teares of Crocodiles. At this great banket, great Octauian Was poysoned, and the wife of Caradoc, Together with his beautious sister led Vnto a lothsome prison, and the Crowne Inuested on the head of Codigune The enuious Bastard. Here leaue we them a while: And now to Bryttayne let vs steare the course Of our attention, where this worthy Sunne That shines within the firmament of Wales, Was like himselfe, thrice welcom'd, till the spleene Of that malicious Gloster did pursue In certaine letters, sent to Goderus King, Whose sister he had maried, his defame Wales lost, in liuely Scenes weele shew the same.