The Valiant Welshman (Caradoc the Great) · chunk 26 of 32
A., R. · published 1615 · first performed or written 1612 [1610-1615] (Annals) history · Prince Henry's Men unassigned nearest T2 Roman politics: senate, consuls and civi · 460 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T2: rome, caesar, senate, sulla, roman, consul, brutus, romans, men, marius.
Thanks, learned Bluso, this thy courtesy Hath bound Prince Galled, in endless bonds of love, To thee, and to thy art. Now stretch thy spells, And make the winds obey thy fearful Charms. Strike all the Romans with amazing terror At our approaches: let them know, That hell's broke loose, and Furies rage's below. I long have missed those honourable wars, Which warlike Rome against the Britain's hold: But since we hear, and that by true report, And credible intelligence from many, Who lately have returned from the Camp, That Wales and Rome begin fresh bleeding war, I do intend with speed to see the Army, And pay my love, as tribute unto Rome. But yet I grieve, that such intestine jar Is fallen betwixt such an heroic Prince, As is the King of Wales, and powerful Rome. The Romans do in multitudes exceed, He, well instructed in true fortitude, A Graduate in Martial discipline, And needs no Tutor: for in pupil age He was brought up in honours rudiments, And learned the elements of warlike Arts. Then much I muse, why Cesar should begin, That scarce hath ended with the British wars; Or who's the Author of these firebrands Dissension thus hath kindled. It may be, noble husband, the desire Of Principality and Kingly rule, As yet is boundless and uncircumscribde: But if our reason's eye could see ourselves, That's nearest to us, and not like prospectives, Behold afar off, great men were themselves: Or, if like Philip King of Macedon, Whose boundless mind of sovereign Majesty Was like a Globe, whose body circular Admits no end, seeing by chance, the length Of the impression, which his body made Upon the sands, and only by a fall, Wondered, that such a little space contained The body, when the mind was infinite, And in this Moral plainly did foresee The longitude of man's mortality. But soft, what Souldiour's this? an't please you, Madam, from the King of Wales, I bring this letter to Venusius, Your Royal husband. Come, soldier, prithee let me see: I long to hear from noble Caradoc. Say, soldier, camest thou from Wales? What news betwixt the Welshmen and the Romans? Madam, a glorious victory to Rome, The Town of Gloster vildly being betrayed By Cornewals complots and conspiracies, Even in the dead of night: and to augment His Treasons to the height of his desert, Even in the absence of his Lord and King, Whilst Caradoc, at his return, in rage, Though single, and environed round with foes, Fought like a Lybian Lion: But to conclude, Not Hercules against a multitude. And thus at odds was forced to flee the place. Soldier, come hither, where is Caradoc? In Wales, my Lord, and stays for your reply.
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Thanks, learned Bluso, this thy courtesie Hath bound Prince Gald, in endles bonds of loue, To thee, and to thy art. Now stretch thy spels, And make the winds obey thy fearefull Charmes. Strike all the Romanes with amazing terrour At our approches: let them know, That hell's broke loose, and Furies rage below. I long haue mist those honourable warres, Which warlike Rome against the Bryttaines hold: But since we heare, and that by true report, And credible intelligence from many, Who lately haue returned from the Campe, That Wales and Rome begin fresh bleeding war, I doe intend with speed to see the Army, And pay my loue, as tribute vnto Rome. But yet I grieue, that such intestine iarre Is falne betwixt such an heroike Prince, As is the King of Wales, and powerfull Rome. The Romanes doe in multitudes exceede, He, well instructed in true fortitude, A Graduate in Martiall discipline, And needs no Tutour: for in pupill age He was brought vp in honours rudiments, And learnde the elements of warlike Arts. Then much I muse, why Cesar should beginne, That scarce hath ended with the Bryttish warres; Or who's the Author of these firebrands Dissention thus hath kindled. It may be, noble husband, the desire Of Principality and Kingly rule, As yet is boundlesse and vncircumscribde: But if our reasons eye could see our selues, That's neerest to vs, and not like prospectiues, Behold afarre off, great men were themselues: Or, if like Philip King of Macedon, Whose boundlesse minde of soueraigne Maiesty Was like a Globe, whose body circular Admits no end, seeing by chance, the length Of the impression, which his body made Vpon the sands, and onely by a fall, Wondred, that such a little space contayn'd The body, when the minde was infinite, And in this Morall plainely did foresee The longitude of mans mortality. But soft, what Souldiour's this? And't please you, Madam, from the King of Wales, I bring this letter to Venusius, Your Royall husband. Come, souldiour, prithee let me see: I long to heare from noble Caradoc. Say, souldiour, camest thou from Wales? What newes betwixt the Welshmen and the Romanes? Madam, a glorious victory to Rome, The Towne of Gloster vildely being betray'd By Cornewals complots and conspiracies, Euen in the dead of night: and to augment His Treasons to the height of his desert, Euen in the absence of his Lord and King, Whilest Caradoc, at his returne, in rage, Though single, and inuiron'd round with foes, Fought like a Lybian Lion: But to conclude, Not Hercules against a multitude. And thus at ods was forst to flee the place. Souldiour, come hither, where is Caradoc? In Wales, my Lord, and stayes for your reply.