The Hector of Germany, or The Palsgrave, Prime Elector · chunk 10 of 31
Smith, William · published 1615 · first performed or written 1614 [c.1614-1615] (Annals) history; pseudo-history · Red Bull unassigned nearest T0 Court life: dukes, favour and honour · 479 words
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His Bride. Belike 'tis so. Some whirlwind follow them; And making the Ocean rougher than my brow, Ye dancing Porpoises caper aloft, And mud the white foam with your jetty backs; A perfect sign a tempest is at hand. Rise from the bottom of the deep ye Whales, And overturn the Ship that carries them: But let a Dolphin save my Floramell, And back unto the haven guide her safe. As for the boy, make him your watery prey, Eat him alive, that he may hear his bones Crash in the jaws of the Leviathan: But save his head for me to know him by, Author of all my grief and misery. I'll interrupt his passion. Stay my Liege. You shall hear more, here comes the other Father. How now my Lord, have you surprised your Bride? I think thy treachery conveyed her hence, And by thy means another was attired In her habiliments to vex me thus. You highly wrong me. I would right you better, Were I assured of your close treachery. Threaten me? With no more than I'll perform. Not in cold blood. No, but in blood like fire. In choler, passion and a crazed brain, But when you have slept upon your menaces, You will not then make good a noble challenge, And enter single combat like a Lord. There lie my gage I dare thee to the field, And will aver without the advice of sleep, That thou wert privy to the Steward's blot. I'll take your gage, and meet you when you dare. But we'll not suffer it, that love the lives Of every subject, much more of our Peers: And as for you Fitzwaters, that are grown Hotter than I expected from your age, Except you can produce good witnesses, That Clinton has deceived you of your Bride, I'll stay the combat or imprison you. I cannot prove it, but I think 'tis so. Correct such thoughts, and give him back his gage. With all my heart. Clinton I am satisfied. How now, what news bring you? Letters my Liege from the Count Palatine Our noble friend Bavaria's valiant Duke. From him my Liege. we'll read them instantly. Ill news, not suddenly to be amended, The Palsgrave's sickness was the greatest loss. The Bastard Crowned, uncrown him if thou canst, Thou that art matchless for thy Chivalry. Send but his head from Spain, to tread upon, And I should count it an valued gift. As for good Savoy, and his German Friends, Ere long I'll set them free, or make the soil That holds them prisoners a Marsh-ground for blood, Till I hear news from Spain of good success. Each day I live will be a year of grief. Pleaseth my Liege to lay aside your sorrow, And with your Royal person grace my house, Clynton will hold it an exceeding favour.
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His Bride. Belike tis so. Some whirle-winde follow them; And making the Ocean rougher then my brow, Yee dauncing Porpusses caper aloft, And mud the white foame with your ietty backs; A perfect signe a tempest is at hand. Rise from the bottome of the deepe ye Whales, And ouerturne the Shippe that carryes them: But let a Dolphin saue my Floramell, And backe vnto the hauen guide her safe. As for the boy, make him your watry pray, Eate him aliue, that he may heare his bones Crash in the iawes of the Leuiathan: But saue his head for me to know him by, Authour of all my griefe and misery. Ile interrupt his passion. Stay my Liege. You shall heare more, here comes the other Father. How now my Lord, haue you surprizd your Bride? I thinke thy trechery conueyd her hence, And by thy meanes another was attyr'd In her habilaments to vexe me thus. You highly wrong me. I would right you better, Were I assur'd of your close tretchery. Threaten me? With no more then Ile performe. Not in cold blood. No, but in blood like fire. In choller, passion and a crazed braine, But when you haue slept vpon your menaces, You will not then make good a noble challenge, And enter single combate like a Lord. There lie my gage I dare thee to the field, And will auer without the aduice of sleepe, That thou wert priuy to the Stewards blot. Ile take your gage, and meet you when you dare. But we'le not suffer it, that loue the liues Of euery subiect, much more of our Peeres: And as for you Fitz-waters, that are growne Hotter then I exspected from your age, Except you can produce good witnesses, That Clinton has deceiu'd you of your Bride, Ile stay the combate or imprison you. I cannot prooue it, but I thinke tis so. Correct such thoughts, and giue him back his gage. Withall my heart. Clinton I am satisfied. How now, what newes bring you? Letters my Liege from the Count Palatine Our noble friend Bauaria's valiant Duke. From him my Leige. Weele read them instantly. Ill newes, not suddenly to be amended, The Palsgraues sicknesse was the greatest losse. The Bastard Crownd, vncrowne him if thou canst, Thou that art matchlesse for thy Chiualrie. Send but his head from Spayne, to tread vpon, And I should count it an vnvalued gift. As for good Sauoy, and his Germaine Friends, Ere long Ile set them free, or make the soyle That holds them prisoners a Marsh-ground for blood, Till I heare newes from Spayne of good successe. Each day I liue will be a yeare of griefe. Pleaseth my Liege to lay aside your sorrow, And with your Royall person grace my house, Clynton will holde it an exceeding fauour.