The Valiant Welshman (Caradoc the Great) · chunk 19 of 32
A., R. · published 1615 · first performed or written 1612 [1610-1615] (Annals) history · Prince Henry's Men unassigned nearest T34 Thebes and royal catastrophe: siege, sla · 505 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T34: thebes, antigone, polynices, creon, eteocles, war, theban, gods, dear, country.
Bravely resolved▪ Ere long, assure thyself, we'll seat thee in thy ancient dignity, And force to Cesar homage, and to Rome: And, though we fear not one particular man, Yet, for because we truly are informed, That Caradoc is strong and puissant, For ten days we intent to make a truce, And in the mean time to make strong our host: Which if he do refuse, the time expired, To render up thy right, which he detains; War, like some gnawing vulture shall attend Unto their final ruin, and their end. And to that purpose, Marcus Gallicus Shall as a Legate both from Rome and us, Instantly give them knowledge: the time's but short: And till the date's expired, prepare for sport. Now, beauteous Queen & sister, though our tedious absence In warlike Britain, hath been the cause Of your imprisonment, yet, at our return, The gods in justice have repaid the wrong, Done to your beauties by base treachery, And forced that damned instrument of sin, To hide his bastard head in endless shame. Then, Royal Queen, (for that's a style befits The royal virtues of such peerless lustre) Ascend your Throne, whilst equally with me, You part, with full applause, your sovereignty. Long live Queen Guinevere, Queen of Cambria. Thanks, Royal Lord. Oh, may these smiling stars, That kindly have conjoined each other's love, And of two bodies lovingly made one, Crown all thy actions with a gracious look, And make thee fortunate in peace and war. Not all the treacherous complots of that Fiend, Restraint of free air, close imprisonment, Could with their strange appearances imprint Such feeling Characters of sudden woe. As your great conquest doth create new joy, And exultation of your dangers past. Thanks, gentle love. Now sister Voada, The duty and the care that ever since My reason could distinguish, and that fraternal love Nature imposed, that many Moons and years Have been employed unto the good I owe Thy riper years, shall in this minute's space Be full discharged: Therefore, thrice noble friend, I give unto thy hand an Orient Pearl Of more esteem, then that, which at a health Great Cleopatra did carouse in wine, To Roman Anthony. Love her well, sweet Prince; Let it suffice; part of our Royal blood Runs through the channels of her Azure veins, And that she is our sister. Right noble Prince, when Galled in lieu of this So Kingly and so rare a benefit, (In whom the mirror of bright Excellence So clear, and so transparently appears) Forgets to honour thee or her in love, May he live branded with some heavy curse, Worse than oppression of the widows right: Or when I shall forget to offer up A sacrifice of my immaculate love, Unto thy beauteous altar, let me have A base deformed object to my grave. And Princely Lord, may no delightsome gale Of sweet content blow on this mortal state Of what I now possess, if from my heart The deep impression of my love depart.
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Brauely resolu'd▪ Ere long, assure thy selfe, Weele seate thee in thy ancient dignity, And force to Cesar homage, and to Rome: And, though we feare not one particular man, Yet, for because we truely are inform'd, That Caradoc is strong and puisant, For ten dayes wee intend to make a truce, And in the meane time to make strong our hoste: Which if he doe refuse, the time expired, To render vp thy right, which he detaines; Warre, like some gnawing vulture shall attend Vnto their finall ruine, and their end. And to that purpose, Marcus Gallicus Shall as a Legate both from Rome and vs, Instantly giue them knowledge: the time's but short: And till the date's expirde, prepare for sport. Now, beautious Queen & sister, though our tedious absence In warlike Bryttaine, hath beene the cause Of your imprisonment, yet, at our returne, The gods in iustice haue repayde the wrong, Done to your beauties by base trechery, And forst that damned instrument of sinne, To hide his bastard head in endlesse shame. Then, Royall Queene, (for that's a stile befits The royall vertues of such peerelesse lustre) Ascend your Throne, vvhilest equally with me, You part, vvith full applause, your soueraignety. Long liue Queene Guiniuer, Queene of Cambria. Thanks, Royall Lord. Oh, may these smiling stars, That kindly haue conioynd each others loue, And of two bodies louingly made one, Crovvne all thy actions vvith a gracious looke, And make thee fortunate in peace and vvarre. Not all the trecherous complots of that Fiend, Restraint of free ayre, close imprisonment, Could with their strange appearances imprint Such feeling Characters of sudden woe. As your great conquest doth create nevv ioy, And exultation of your dangers past. Thanks, gentle Loue. Now sister Voada, The duty and the care that euer since My reason could distinguish, and that fraternall loue Nature imposed, that many Moones and yeeres Haue been imployde vnto the good I owe Thy riper yeares, shall in this minutes space Be full discharged: Therefore, thrice noble friend, I giue vnto thy hand an Orient Pearle Of more esteeme, then that, which at a health Great Cleopatra did carouse in wine, To Romane Anthony. Loue her well, sweet Prince; Let it suffice; part of our Royall bloud Runs through the chanels of her Azure veynes, And that she is our sister. Right noble Prince, when Gald in lieu of this So Kingly and so rare a benefite, (In whom the mirrour of bright Excellence So cleare, and so transparantly appeares) Forgets to honour thee or her in loue, May he liue branded with some heauy curse, Worse then oppression of the vviddowes right: Or when I shall forget to offer vp A sacrifice of my immaculate loue, Vnto thy beautious altar, let me haue A base deformed obiect to my graue. And Princely Lord, may no delightsome gale Of sweet content blow on this mortall state Of what I now possesse, if from my heart The deepe impression of my loue depart.