The Hector of Germany, or The Palsgrave, Prime Elector · chunk 5 of 31
Smith, William · published 1615 · first performed or written 1614 [c.1614-1615] (Annals) history; pseudo-history · Red Bull unassigned nearest T50 Fleets, armies and generals: war by sea · 489 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T50: sea, honour, general, soldiers, men, ship, fight, soldier, king, vittori.
Be sick who will, mine Ague does retire. And Cullen thou hast cured me with ill news. Come valiant Soldiers show yourselves like men, And be assured we'll win the victory. Hark how they shout as they applauded me: And see how bravely every Leader rides, Plumed from the Beaver to the Saddle bow, Whilst the bold Soldier makes his lofty pike Stretch in the Air with tossing it aloft. Bravely done fellow: that trick once again, And there's gold for thy pains, he fights like Hector. Whilst at his feet th'amazed Grecians fall, And though Achilles would renew the Field, He dares not do't, the enemies so strong, methinks I hear a peal of Ordinance play, They are the Bastard's Cannons, planted high, To overthrow my Castle to the ground. Now they shoot off, Death, all my foes are come. Marshal my Troops, and let Drum answer Drum. myself in person will be general. But I faint, and am not what I would be. My spirit is stronger than my feeble limbs, Lead me once more with grief unto my bed, Few know the sorrows of a troubled head. How fain would valour sickness overcome? But his infirmity denies such power. And I am more grieved for his weak estate, Then for our late great loss. Palsgrave may help him. And as I lived a fellow amongst Hermits, I learned some skill that has cured many a Prince. See him safe guarded from his enemies. And on my life I will recover him. we are strong enough to waste him to his Fleet, And when the Enemy shall miss him here, They'll turn their conquering Force another way, And go for Spain. My Kingdom. To subdue it. Let them proceed, but when he has got his strength, they'll rue their boldness; Mean time trust to me. For next to Heaven I'll cure his malady. Thou art his hand, the agent of his thoughts, And only enginer, by which he works Some dangerous plot to blow his Honour up: Is't possible my Son should be from Court So often, and the cause unknown to thee, That art his bosom-friend, his counsellor? I know no cause except to take the air. My wrath shall find another in thy breast. Know that thou treadest on thy last foot of earth, From whence is no remove, but to the grave: Fly me thou canst not, and to make resistance, Will draw upon thee for one lions rage, All the whole den. Hold, and I'll tell your Honour. Know that his usual haunt is to the house Of the Lord Clynton, whither he is gone To see his Daughter, whom he does affect. Dotes he on my betrothed, my Love, my wife? Had he the lives of many hopeful sons Incorporate with his own, my rate is such I should destroy them all, ere lose my Love. But how does she affect him?
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Be sicke who will, mine Ague does retire. And Cullen thou hast cur'd me with ill newes. Come valiant Soldiours shew your selues like men, And be assur'd weele inne the victory. Harke how they shout as they applauded mee: And see how brauely euery Leader rides, Plum'd from the Beauer to the Saddle bowe, Whilst the bold Souldier makes his lofty pike Stretch in the Ayre with tossing it aloft. Brauely done fellow: that tricke once againe, And there's gold for thy paines, hee fights like Hector. Whilst at his seete th'amazed Grecians fall, And though Achilles would renew the Field, Hee dares not doo't, the enemies so strong, Me thinks I heare a peale of Ordinance play, They are the Bastards Cannons, planted high, To ouerthrow my Castle to the ground. Now they shoote off, Death, all my foes are come. Marshall my Troups, and let Drum answere Drum. My selfe in person will be generall. But I fainte, and am not what I woul be. My spirit is stronger then my feeble lyms, Leade me once more with griefe vnto my bed, Fewe know the sorrowes of a troubled head. How faine would valour sickness ouercom? But his infirmity denyes such power. And I am more grieued for his weake estate, Then for our late great losse. Palsgraue may helpe him. And as I liu'de a fellow amongst Hermits, I learnt some skill that has curde many a Prince. See him safe guarded from his enemies. And on my life I will recouer him. Wee are strong enough to waste him to his Fleete, And when the Enemy shall misse him here, Theyle turne their conquering Force another way, And goe for Spayne. My Kingdome. To subdue it. Let them proceed, but when hee has got his strength, theyle rue their boldnesse; Meane time trust to mee. For next to Heauen Ile cure his maladie. Thou art his hand, the agent of his thoughts, And onely enginor, by which he works Some dangerous plot to blow his Honour vp: Is't possible my Sonne should be from Court So often, and the cause vnknowne to thee, That art his bosome-friend, his Counseller? I know no cause except to take the ayre. My wrath shall finde another in thy brest. Know that thou tread'st on thy last foote of earth, From whence is no remooue, but to the graue: Flye me thou canst not, and to make resistance, Will draw vpon thee for one Lyons rage, All the whole denne. Hold, and Ile tell your Honour. Know that his vsuall haunt is to the house Of the Lord Clynton, whither he is gone To see his Daughter, whom he does affect. Doats he on my betrothed, my Loue, my wife? Had he the liues of many hopefull sonnes Incorporate with his owne, my rate is such I should destroy them all, ere lose my Loue. But how does she affect him?