The Valiant Welshman (Caradoc the Great) · chunk 24 of 32
A., R. · published 1615 · first performed or written 1612 [1610-1615] (Annals) history · Prince Henry's Men unassigned nearest T1 Death, grief and revenge · 490 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T1: death, life, dead, die, blood, revenge, soul, father, heart, heaven.
But for his clothes neighbour. His clothes are the Hangman's. Why then he must have them himself. This is a shrewd point of law, this might he do now, because he would save charges, and defeat the Hangman: this must be well handled, did he make a Will? No, he died detestable. Why then, they fall to his right heir male, for a female cannot inherit no breeches, unless she wears them in her husband's days. But where shall we find him? 'tis true, well then for want of issue, they fall to the chief mourner; I will be he to save you all harmless, I will take his clothes upon mine own back, I will begin with his cloak, do you take every man his quarter, and I will follow with dole and lamenration. Then thus the verdict is given up. ay, I. Alas Neighbour, how mournfully you speak already It is the fashion so to do. Bear up the body of our hanged friend, Silk was his life, a halter was his end: The Hangman hangs too many (graceless else) Then why should any man, thus hang himself? If any ask, why I in tears thus swim? Know, I mourn for his clothes, and not for him. Thus have you seen a man, whose daring thoughts, Even hell itself, the treasury of terrors, Whose very shapes make Nature look aghast, Cannot outface. Now once more turn your eyes, And view the sudden mutabilities, That wait upon the greatest favourite That ever Fortune favoured with her love, Stern Caradoc, virtuously returned, Hoping to see his beauteous Queen and friends, His sister Voada, whom he had left With treacherous Cornwall, who villain-like betrayed The Town and Voada, as yet a maid, Unto the hands of Marcus Gallicus, Son to the Roman General, who, as we saw, Was far enamoured of that warlike Dame, And to the Roman Band conducts her safe, Whilst Galled, her husband, flies to save his life, And in disguise, seeks the Magician forth, Entreating him by prayers, sighs and tears, To help him by his Art, whilst Caradocs' fair Queen, Together with her daughter, made escape, And fled unto her Lord, who being enraged, His manly courage doubled his resolve, The Roman host pursuing of his Queen And her young daughter. Who, when Caradoc espied, Armed with a strength invincible, he fought In single opposition 'gainst an host: Which famous battle, because histories, Above the rest, to his immortal fame, Have quoted forth, willing to give it life And everlasting motion, with the rest Shall be in lively Scenes by him expressed. Cads blue-hood, Cousin, take her to her heels: was never in such tanshers. Will her not stir? why look you now, the Romans come upon her with as many men, as Mercers keep Wenshes; or Wenshes decayed shentlemen. Hark you: I'll call her Cousin Mauron, and our Cousin Constantine, and come to her presently.
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But for his clothes neighbour. His clothes are the Hangmans. Why then he must haue them himselfe. This is a shrewd poynt of law, this might he do now, because he would saue charges, and defeat the Hangman: this must be well handled, did he make a Will? No, he died detestable. Why then, they fall to his right heyre male, for a female cannot inherite no breeches, vnlesse she weares them in her husbands dayes. But where shall we finde him? Tis true, well then for want of issue, they fall to the chiefe mourner; I will be he to saue you all harmeles, I will take his clothes vpon mine owne backe, I will begin with his cloke, do you take euery man his quarter, and I will follow with dole and lamenration. Then thus the verdit is giuen vp. I, I. Alas Neighbour, how mournfully you speake already It is the fashion so to doe. Beare vp the body of our hanged friend, Silke was his life, a halter was his end: The Hangman hangs too many (gracelesse else) Then why should any man, thus hang himselfe? If any aske, why I in teares thus swimme? Know, I mourne for his clothes, and not for him. Thus haue you seen a man, whose daring thoughts, Euen hell it selfe, the treasury of terrours, Whose very shapes make Nature looke agast, Cannot outface. Now once more turne your eyes, And view the sudden mutabilities, That wayte vpon the greatest fauourite That euer Fortune fauourde with her loue, Sterne Caradoc, vertuously returnd, Hoping to see his beautious Queene and friends, His sister Voada, whom he had left With trecherous Cornwall, who villain-like betraid The Towne and Voada, as yet a mayde, Vnto the hands of Marcus Gallicus, Sonne to the Romane General, who, as we saw, Was farre inamor'd of that warlike Dame, And to the Romane Band conducts her safe, Whilest Gald, her husband, flies to saue his life, And in disguise, seekes the Magician forth, Intreating him by prayers, sighes and teares, To helpe him by his Arte, whilest Caradocs fayre Queene, Together with her daughter, made escape, And fled vnto her Lord, who being inraged, His manly courage doubled his resolue, The Romane hoste pursuing of his Queene And her young daughter. Who, when Caradoc espide, Arm'd with a strength inuincible, he fought In single opposition 'gainst an hoste: Which famous battell, because histories, Aboue the rest, to his immortall fame, Haue quoted forth, willing to giue it life And euerlasting motion, with the rest Shall be in liuely Sceanes by him exprest. Cads blue-hood, Cousin, take her to her heeles: was neuer in such tanshers. Will her not sturre? why looke you now, the Romanes come vpon her with as many men, as Mercers keepe Wenshes; or Wenshes decayed shentlemen. Harke you: Ile call her Cousin Mauron, and our Cousin Constantine, and come to her presently.