The Valiant Welshman (Caradoc the Great) · chunk 15 of 32
A., R. · published 1615 · first performed or written 1612 [1610-1615] (Annals) history · Prince Henry's Men unassigned nearest T18 Rebels, barons and the king's wars at ho · 474 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T18: king, lord, wallace, earl, edward, england, scotland, rebels, bruce, english.
Now, Caradoc, what ist thou canst demand? Cousin Caradoc, I pray you hold her peace a little. I'll hear no mad men speak. Cads blu-hood, take her for Bedlams, & mad men's? Be patient, Cousin. Codigune, in brief, I come to claim my right, that thou usurpest, And by sinister means, black as thy sins, Hast basely stolen: surrender first my wife, My sister, and the Kingdom of South-Wales; Or by the gods, to whom I stand obliged, In sacred bonds of Orisons and thanks, For life and motion: if thou refuse to do it, Or move that blood boils within my veins, At the memorial of thy hellish sin, I'll tear the Crown from off thy cursed head, And either die myself, or strike thee dead. Caradoc, thou claymest South-Wales of vs. Nor that, nor wife, nor sister shalt thou have; But if thou longest for any, ask a grave. The high-swollen pride of Majesty and love, Brookes no competitors; it's thus decreed, Who shares with them, must for the booty bleed. Each Planet keeps his Orb, which being resigned, Perhaps, by greater lights would be outshinde. Sweet Patience, yet instruct my tongue awhile To speak the language of a temperate soul. Codigune, mark what I'll offer thee: Since that the wrongs, which basely thou hast bred Cannot be reconciled, but by the death Of millions, that must suffer for us two; And we the authors of what wars and blood Shall in her frantic outrage lavish out: (For 'tis a thing that honour'scornes to do, That multitudes should perish for us two:) Thou art a man, if actions like thy words, Be but proportionable, that disdainest To fight with craven baseness all on odds: Nor do I think thy honour so profuse, That guiltless men should bleed for thy abuse: Then, if thou darest: And once more to augment Thy Bastard courage, again, I dare thee fight, Even in a single Monomachy, hand to hand: And, if by chance (as man is nought but chance) Thou conquerest me, I will become thy slave, Confirm my right to thee, and to thy heirs; And if I overcome, do thou the like. How sayest thou? wilt thou accept this offer? It pleases me, and here in sight of heavens, By all my hopes of immortality, I will perform what thou hast bravely spoke. I love thee for these honourable terms, And will as fearless entertain this fight, As a good conscience doth the cracks of Ioue. Then as we are, Soldiers, begird us round, And let no man disturb the Combatants, Till one, or both, fall to our mother earth. For thus be well assured, the cause being right, Immortal spirits do for justice fight. Now, Gloster, fly and hide thy head with shame. Cads blue-hood, peat out her praynes, for calling her Bedlams.
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Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
Now, Caradoc, what ist thou canst demaund? Cousin Caradoc, I pray you hold her peace a little. Ile heare no mad men speake. Cads blu-hood, take her for Bedlems, & mad mens? Be patient, Cousin. Codigune, in briefe, I come to clayme my right, that thou vsurpest, And by sinister meanes, blacke as thy sinnes, Hast basely stolne: surrender first my wife, My sister, and the Kingdome of Southwales; Or by the gods, to whom I stand obliged, In sacred bonds of Orizons and thankes, For life and motion: if thou refuse to doe it, Or moue that bloud boyles within my veynes, At the memoriall of thy hellish sinne, Ile teare the Crowne from off thy cursed head, And eyther die my selfe, or strike thee dead. Caradoc, thou claymest South-Wales of vs. Nor that, nor wife, nor sister shalt thou haue; But if thou long'st for any, aske a graue. The high-swolne pride of Maiesty and loue, Brookes no competitors; its thus decreede, Who shares with them, must for the booty bleed. Ech Planet keeps his Orbe, which being resign'd, Perhaps, by greater lights would be outshinde. Sweet Patience, yet instruct my toung awhile To speake the language of a temperate soule. Codigune, marke vvhat Ile offer thee: Since that the wrongs, which basely thou hast bred Cannot be reconciled, but by the death Of millions, that must suffer for vs two; And we the authors of what wars and bloud Shall in her frantike outrage lauish out: (For tis a thing that honour'scornes to doe, That multitudes should perish for vs two:) Thou art a man, if actions like thy words, Be but proportionable, that disdaynest To fight with crauen basenesse all on ods: Nor doe I thinke thy honour so profuse, That guiltlesse men should bleed for thy abuse: Then, if thou darest: And once more to augment Thy Bastard courage, againe, I dare thee fight, Euen in a single Monomachy, hand to hand: And, if by chance (as man is nought but chance) Thou conquerest me, I will become thy slaue, Confirme my right to thee, and to thy heyres; And if I ouercome, doe thou the like. How sayest thou? vvilt thou accept this offer? It pleases me, and here in sight of heauens, By all my hopes of immortality, I vvill performe vvhat thou hast brauely spoke. I loue thee for these honourable termes, And will as fearelesse entertaine this fight, As a good conscience doth the cracks of Ioue. Then as vve are, Souldiers, begirt vs round, And let no man disturbe the Combatants, Till one, or both, fall to our mother earth. For thus be vvell assurde, the cause being right, Immortall spirits doe for iustice fight. Novv, Gloster, flie and hide thy head vvith shame. Cads blue-hood, peat out her praynes, for calling her Bedlems.