The Hector of Germany, or The Palsgrave, Prime Elector · chunk 4 of 31
Smith, William · published 1615 · first performed or written 1614 [c.1614-1615] (Annals) history; pseudo-history · Red Bull unassigned nearest T59 Spanish courts: war, honour and courtshi · 464 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T59: andrea, spain, portugal, tribute, horatio, king, bellimperia, prince, lord, lorenzo.
Since the decease of England's royal Son, That placed me lately in Spain's government, Those that did fear me for his valour's sake, Are by the trains and falsehood of my brother, Revolted from me, and to save my life I was constrained put on this disguise, To go to England for a new supply Of men and Soldiers would but weary them. I have therefore been in France, and failing there, Am come to Germanie, to implore the aid Of the Electors, but by ill success, Bohemia, Brandenburg, and Savoyes ta'en: The Bastard has bewitched the other Peers. So that my Foe is now an Emperor, And all the hope I have to get mine own Lies in the Palsgrave sick I hear to death, Hear I expect his answer to my Letter. Are you the Hermit that did bring this letter? And personate him that sent it. What Spain's King? Oh that I were as I was wont to be, Before this dangerous sickness was my Foe, No Christian King that came to me for aid But he should speed. In time you may recover. Mean time be welcome, sit, & take your rest, And now my Lord of Cullen I me prepared, To hear the woeful tidings you have brought. Comes noble Savoy, and Bohemia's King, With the stout marquis Brandenburg in triumph And is proud Saxon taken, with the Bastard, Trier and Mentz made subject to your sword? Oh if they bespeak it, and make me well. All's lost, We are conquered, Savoy is surprised, And our best Friends in bondage to our Foes: Heaven has forgot the justice of our cause. And only I escaped to tell the news. This were enough to kill some man in health, But in me the effect is contrary. All lost, all conquered, Savoy made a Slave: My Friends in prison, and none escaped but you, He that can hear such ill news and be sick, Deserves near to recover, in my blood, I feel an inflammation of revenge: There's greater strength gathered into my nerves, Then ere before, since that I grew infirm: They will not rest thus, and stay only there, But having conquered them, assume the Crown, And make the Bastard Emperor. He is Crowned. More blood increases, & some more ill news Would make me cast my Nightcap on the ground, And call my Groom to fetch me a war-horse, That I may ride before an Army royal, And pluck the Crown from off the Bastard's head, That is another's right. 'tis thought my Lord, Your Castle which you left to save your life Is beaten to the ground, and your goods theirs: And further, that they will pursue you hither, As if you fled before their conquering swords.
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Since the decease of Englands royall Sonne, That plac't me lately in Spaynes gouernment, Those that did feare me for his valor sake, Are by the traynes and falshood of my brother, Reuolted from mee, and to saue my life I was constrained put on this disguise, To goe to England for a newe supplie Of men and Soldiours would but weary them. I haue therefore bene in France, and failing there, Am come to Germanie, to implore the ayde Of the Electors, but by ill successe, Bohemia, Brandenburgh, and Sauoyes tane: The Bastard has bewitcht the other Peeres. So that my Foe is now an Emperour, And all the hope I haue to get mine owne Lyes in the Palsgraue sicke I heare to death, Heare I expect his answere to my Letter. Are you the Hermit that did bring this letter? And personate him that sent it. What Spaynes King? Oh that I were as I was wont to bee, Before this dangerous sicknesse was my Foe, No Christian King that came to mee for ayde But hee should speed. In time you may recouer. Meane time be welcom, sit,& take your rest, And now my Lord of Cullen I me preparde, To heare the woefull tydings you haue brought. Comes noble Sauoy, and Bohemas King, With the stoute Marquesse Brandenburgh in triumph And is proude Saxon taken, with the Bastard, Trier and Mentz made subiect to your sword? Oh if they bee speake it, and make me well. Alls lost, We are conquered, Sauoy is surprizde, And our best Friends in bondage to our Foes: Heauen has forgot the Iustice of our cause. And onely I escapt to tell the newes. This were enough to kill some man in health, But in me the effect is contrary. All lost, all conquerd, Sauoy made a Slaue: My Friends in prison, and none escapt but you, Hee that can heare such ill newes and be sicke, Deserues nere to recouer, in my blood, I feele an inflammation of reuenge: Theres greater strength gathered into my nerues, Then ere before, since that I grewe infirme: They will not rest thus, and stay onely there, But hauing conquered them, assume the Crowne, And make the Bastard Emperour. Hee is Crownd. More blood increases, & some more ill newes Would make me cast my Night-cap on the ground, And call my Groome to fetch mee a Warre-horse, That I may ride before an Army royall, And plucke the Crowne from off the Bastards head, That is anothers right. Tis thought my Lord, Your Castle which you left to saue your life Is beaten to the ground, and your goods theirs: And further, that they will pursue you hither, As if you fled before their conquering swords.