The Hector of Germany, or The Palsgrave, Prime Elector · chunk 3 of 31
Smith, William · published 1615 · first performed or written 1614 [c.1614-1615] (Annals) history; pseudo-history · Red Bull T42 English historical figures: a mixed clus typicality 0.78 · 482 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T42: harry, percy, lord, king, god, falstalffe, frances, mowbray, life, mortimer.
Harry, a word in private in your ear, When you are Emperor, as in time you shall, I must rule all, although you wear the Crown: The Edicts I propose you must enact, And call them your own Laws, not being vexed At what I do, although I mince your honour. How Saxon? Harry, dar'st thou wreathe thy brow, In any contumelious form 'gainst me? 'tis by my favour that thou art alive. My greater greatness has repaired thy fame, And being but my creature, it is fit I should be known to be the worthier man. Between ourselves in private. Publicly, and in the view of all, you'll swear. I must. But being installed in the dignity, I'll alter what I swear. Come, Come, your Oath, Being an Elector, I am bar the only Throne, And therefore will rule by a Deputy. This is the Castle, shall we summon it? Emperor elect, and princes of the State, In vain you labour to begirt this hold With hostile Arms, for Savoy is i'h field, The Bishop of Cullen, and stout Brandenburg, With the Bohemian King, are already priest, To give you battle ere you stir your foot. Are they so brave, so hot, & full of courage? The Palsgrave has breathed spirit into them all. Though sickness make him droop, we'll meet them straight Battles are governed by the will of Fate. So moves the Sun in glory through the sky, Having outpassed the clouds that shadow him. Now Spanish Henry, thou hast proved thyself Worthy the German sceptre, by thy valour, And he that says not Ave Caesar, dies. Swell not too high thou bubble, lest thou I'll break thy heart first. Ere my tongue pronounce Ave to any that's my enemy; I'll bare my breast to meet thy conquering sword, And make it crimson with an emperors blood. There must be but one Emperor, that's ourself, Therefore to prison with the counterfeit, Whence neither County Palatine, nor King, Shall with their Forces if they were conjoined, Have power to set thee free. For you my Lords, that are Electors like unto myself, Give but your free consents that he shall govern, And that shall serve as ransom for you all. Never while life lasts. Or I breathe this air. Then let them share like fortune in his doom As they have done this happy day i'th' field. To prison with them all. Not till you are Crowned. That sight shall serve instead of a Tormentor, And I rejoice to vex mine enemy. Give us our rights. Rex Romanorum, & magnus Imperator GerViue Caesar. Vive Caesar. Enough those Vives, take away my life, In the delicious rapture of my soul, For there's no heaven methinks like royal thoughts, The Palsgrave's Castles razed unto the ground, And peace established, we mean once again To try our Fortune for the Realm of Spain.
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Harry, a word in priuate in your eare, When you are Emperour, as in time you shall, I must rule all, although you weare the Crowne: The Edicts I propose you must enact, And call them your owne Lawes, not being vext At what I doe, although I mince your honour. How Saxon? Harry, Darst' thou wreath thy brow, In any contumelious forme gainst mee? T'is by my fauour that thou art aliue. My greater greatnes has repaird thy fame, And being but my creature, it is fitte I should bee knowne to be the worthier man. Betweene our selues in priuate. Publikely, and in the view of all, youle sweare. I must. But being installed in the dignitie, Ile alter what I sweae. Come, Come, your Oah, Being an Elector, I am bard the onely Throane, And therefore will rule by a Deputy. This is the Castle, shall wee sommon it? Emperour elect, and princes of the State, In vaine you labour to begyrt this hold With hostile Armes, for Sauoy is yth field, The Bishop of Cullen, and stoute Brandenburgh, With the Bohemian King, are already prest, To giue you battell ere you stirre your foote. Are they so braue, so hote, & full of courage? The Palsgraue has breath'd spirit into them all. Thogh sicknes make him droop, weel meet thē straight Battells are gouernd by the will of Fate. So moues the Sunne in glory through the skie, Hauing outpast the clowdes that shadow him. Now Spanish Henry, thou hast prou'd thy selfe Worthy the Germane scepter, by thy valour, And hee that sayes not Aue Caesar, dyes. Swell not too high thou bubble, least thou Ile breake thy heart first. Ere my tongue pronounce Aue to any that's my enemie; Ile bare my brest to meete thy conquering sword, And make it crimson with an Emperours blood. There must be but one Emperour, thats our selfe, Therefore to prison with the counterfeit, Whence neither County Pallatine, nor King, Shall with theyr Forces if they were coioynd, Haue power to set thee free. For you my Lords, that are Electors like vnto my selfe, Giue but your free consents that hee shall gouerne, And that shall serue as ransome for you all. Neuer while life lastes. Or I breath this ayre. Then let them share like fortune in his doom As they haue done this happy day ith field. To prison with them all. Not till you are Crownde. That sight shall serue in steed of a Tormentor, And I reioyce to vexe mine enemie. Giue vs our rights. Rex Romanorum, & magnus Imperator GerViue Caesar. Viue Caesar. Enough those Viues, take away my life, In the delitious wrapture of my soule, For theres no heauen me thinkes like royall thoughts, The Palsgraues Castles raste vnto the ground, And peace establisht, we meane once againe To trye our Fortune for the Realme of Spayne.