The Valiant Welshman (Caradoc the Great) · chunk 20 of 32
A., R. · published 1615 · first performed or written 1612 [1610-1615] (Annals) history · Prince Henry's Men T2 Roman politics: senate, consuls and civi typicality 0.79 · 482 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T2: rome, caesar, senate, sulla, roman, consul, brutus, romans, men, marius.
Cousin Morgan, look what Trumpet's this. I warrant her, 'tis for more knocks on the pate. Romans call you her? Be Cad, scurvy Romans, that cannot let her alone, in her own Countries. I'll choke some of her with cause bobby, or drown her in hogsheads of Perry and Metheglin. I pray you, from whence come her? From Rome. From Rome! And I pray you, what a pox ails her, that you cannot keep her at home? have you any Wasps in her tails? or live Eels in her belly, you cannot keep her at home? Hark you me: I pray you, how tooth M. Cesar? tooth he need era parbour? Look you now: let him come to Wales, and her Cousin Caradoc shall trim his crowns, I warrant her. I understand you not. Cads nails? Could people, doth Morgan speak Hebrews or no? Understand her not? Now, Roman, for thy habit speaks thee so: Is it to us thy message is directed? Yes, Prince. And thus the Roman General says, If within ten days space thou wilt resign Thy Kingdom to the heir, Lord Codigune, From whom thou dost detain it wrongfully, Thou shalt have peace; but if thou dost deny, Stern war by force, shall force it presently. Hark you now, Cousin, Cads blue-hood, if you had beat out her praynes, you had peene quiet. Shesu, more troubles and fexashions! what a orld is this? Dares that damned Traitor ope his hellish throat Against our right? Or ist your Roman guise, To back black Treasons and conspiracies? Ambassador, return unto thy Lord: Within these ten days he shall hear from vs. But by the gods that do uphold the frame And fabric of the world, lest it should fall Upon the head of that damned murderer, It shall be to his cost. Come, let's a way. O mighty King, pity thy people's wrongs, And cease the clamours of both young and old, Whose eyes do penetrate the gates of heaven, To look upon the tragical mishaps, And bloody spoil of every passenger. Our sheep devoured, our shepherds daily slain, All by a furious Serpent, not far hence, Whom less, great King, you do prevent in time, A timeless massacre overruns your land, And danger waits, even at your Palace gates, And your selfe's as incident to death, As every common Hind it hath devoured. Therefore delay not, mighty Sovereign. A Serpent? where? when? how came it thither? I'll not demur, Shepherd, lead on the way. I'll follow thee. There's danger in delay. Come, Cousin Morgan, go along with vs. Princes, farewell awhile. Cads blue-hood, fight with Tevils. I warrant her, some Ambassadors from Belzebubs shortly. Here's a great teale of sturies. I pray Cad plesse her from T●uils. They are a great teale worse than Marshal men, and Bum-Bayly. From all of them, Could Lord deliver her. I come, Cousin.
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Cousin Morgan, looke what Trumpet's this. I warrant her, tis for more knocks on the pate. Romans call you her? Be Cad, scuruy Romanes, that cannot let her alone, in her own Countries. Ile choke some of her with cause bobby, or drowne her in hogsheads of Perry and Metheglin. I pray you, from whence come her? From Rome. From Rome! And I pray you, what a poxe ayles her, that you cannot keepe her at home? haue you any Waspes in her tayles? or liue Eeles in her pelly, you cannot keepe her at home? Harke you me: I pray you, how toth M. Cesar? toth he neede era parbour? Looke you now: let him come to Wales, and her Cousin Caradoc shall trim his crownes, I warrant her. I vnderstand you not. Cads nayles? Cood people, doth Morgan speake Hebrewes or no? Vnderstand her not? Now, Romane, for thy habit speaks thee so: Is it to vs thy message is directed? Yes, Prince. And thus the Romane General sayes, If within ten dayes space thou wilt resigne Thy Kingdome to the heyre, Lord Codigune, From whom thou doest detayne it wrongfully, Thou shalt haue peace; but if thou doest deny, Sterne warre by force, shall force it presently. Harke you now, Cousin, Cads blue-hood, if you had beate out her praynes, you had peene quiet. Shesu, more troubles and fexashions! what a orld is this? Dares that damn'd Traytour ope his hellish throat Against our right? Or ist your Romane guize, To backe blacke Treasons and conspiracies? Embassadour, returne vnto thy Lord: Within these ten dayes he shall heare from vs. But by the gods that doe vphold the frame And fabricke of the world, lest it should fall Vpon the head of that damn'd murtherer, It shall be to his cost. Come, let's a way. O mighty King, pitty thy peoples wrongs, And cease the clamors of both young and old, Whose eyes doe penetrate the gates of heauen, To looke vpon the tragicall mishaps, And bloudy spoyle of euery passenger. Our sheepe deuoured, our shepheards dayly slaine, All by a furious Serpent, not farre hence, Whom lesse, great King, you doe preuent in time, A timelesse massacre ouerruns your land, And danger waites, euen at your Palace gates, And your selfe's as incident to death, As euery common Hynde it hath deuoured. Therefore delay not, mighty Soueraigne. A Serpent? where? when? how came it thither? Ile not demurre, Shepheard, leade on the way. Ile follow thee. There's danger in delay. Come, Cousin Morgan, goe along with vs. Princes, farewell awhile. Cads blue-hood, fight with Teuils. I warrant her, some Embassadors from Belzebubs shortly. Here's a great teale of sturies. I pray Cad plesse her from Tuils. They are a great teale worse then Marshall men, and Bum-Bayly. From all of them, Cood Lord deliuer her. I come, Cousin.