The Hector of Germany, or The Palsgrave, Prime Elector · chunk 8 of 31
Smith, William · published 1615 · first performed or written 1614 [c.1614-1615] (Annals) history; pseudo-history · Red Bull unassigned nearest T46 Swords, quarrels and valour · 487 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T46: rapier, sword, fight, gentlemen, gentleman, kicked, kill, dagger, signor, valour.
Forswear him, and I shall rest satisfied. Never. Nor I. Give way. I need no buckler. I stand not here to offend, but to defend Your lives and honour 'gainst so vile and act Would blur the conqueror's fame perpetually, Making your swords the furies firebrands, Bathed so unnaturally in other's blood. Where neither Honour, nor Religion springs, 'tis better far such combats be unsought: I know your pleas, her father has my grant, You her affection got against my will: The place whereon you stand is our own ground, And here 'tis fit I arbitrate the cause. 'mongst reasonable men peace is held good: None love dissension, but they thirst for blood. Counsel prevails, I am glad he is not slain. I live with joy, that I'm no Father-killer. Will you subscribe to what we shall enjoin? We do. In brief 'tis this. You must forbear my house, And never more be seen within my gates. This is extreme. I have a heavier doom, Which on my curse I charge thee to observe: Which is, That instantly thou leave the Land, And trouble me no more to get her love. How am I crossed! How is my heart tormented! Yet I have all the world to traffic in, Except in England, and your honours house: But as the dissolution of the soul From such a body as desires to love, Is burdensome and grievous to the man; Such is my heart dissevered from my Love. And such is mine to lose thy company. You are cruel to impose a curse upon me, That sentence is extreme, I feel it work. More deadly on my grieved faculties, Then to have died upon my father's sword: For now mine own woes must destroy myself. And that's a murder worse than parricide. My knife shall end me. Hold thy desperate hand, Wouldst make our Nuptials prove a Tragedy? I would, and be inhumed within the ground, Rather than measure out a hated bed. Never regard the passions of a woman, They are wily creatures, and have learned this wit, Where they love most, best to dissemble it. If that prove so, my heart will be the lighter. I have done an act will make me odious To all succeeding times, betrayed my friend: But here he comes, I'll stay and speak with him. Careless of foes, of father, or his curse, Come I again to challenge Floramell, Which I suspect the Steward has betrayed. Within my breast bathe a revengeful sword, Lo, I oppose it to your greatest wrath: Yet if you saw the counsels of my heart, There you may read, 'twas not I but fear That was the Author of your loves betraying; Your angry father threatened me with death, And I had no evasion but to tell it: But if your Lordship please to pardon me, I'll lay a plot to help you to your Love.
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Forsweare him, and I shall rest satisfied. Neuer. Nor I. Giue way. I neede no buckler. I stand not here to offend, but to defend Your liues and honour gainst so vile and act Would blurre the Conquerors fame perpetually, Making your swords the furies fire-brands, Bath'd so vnnaturally in others blood. Where neither Honour, nor Religion springs, Tis better farre such combats be vnsought: I know your pleas, her father has my graunt, You her affection got against my will: The place whereon you stand is our owne ground, And here tis fit I abritrate the cause. Mongst reasonable men peace is held good: None loue dissention, but they thirst for blood. Counsel preuailes, I am glad he is not slaine. I liue with ioy, that I'me no Father-killer. Will you subscribe to what we shall inioyne? We doe. In briefe tis this. You must forbeare my house, And neuer more be seene within my gates. This is extreame. I haue a heauier doome, Which on my curse I charge thee to obserue: Which is, That instantly thou leaue the Land, And trouble me no more to get her loue. How am I crost! How is my heart tormented! Yet I haue all the world to trafique in, Except in England, and your Honoues house: But as the dissolution of the soule From such a body as desires to loue, Is burthensome and grieuous to the man; Such is my heart disseuered from my Loue. And such is mine to lose thy company. You are cruell to impose a curse vpon me, That sentence is extreame, I feele it worke. More deadly on my grieued faculties, Then to haue dyed vpon my fathers sword: For now mine owne woes must destroy my selfe. And thats a murther worse then paracide. My knife shall end me. Hold thy desperate hand, Would'st make our Nuptialls proue a Tragedy? I would, and be inhum'd within the ground, Rather then measure out a hated bed. Neuer regard the passions of a woman, They are wily creatures, and haue learnt this wit, Where they loue most, best to dissemble it. If that proue so, my heart wil be the lighter. I haue done an act will make me odious To all succeeding times, betrayde my friend: But here he comes, Ile stay and speake with him. Carelesse of foes, of father, or his curse, Come I againe to challenge Floramell, Which I suspect the Steward has betrayde. Within my brest bathe a reuengefull sword, Loe, I oppose it to your greatest wrath: Yet if you saw the counsells of my heart, There you may reade, twas not I but feare That was the Authour of your loues betraying; Your angry father threatned me with death, And I had no euasion but to tell it: But if your Lordship please to pardon me, Ile lay a plot to helpe you to your Loue.