The Hector of Germany, or The Palsgrave, Prime Elector · chunk 11 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 · 489 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T42: harry, percy, lord, king, god, falstalffe, frances, mowbray, life, mortimer.
So will Fitzwater's gracious sovereign. And though this day look black with my disgrace, Your Royal presence whites an Ethiop's face. I accept your kindness, & willbe your Guest. Next unto heaven to you, we give the praise, Most zealous King for our recovery, And now my Lord of Cullen show yourself, As good a Soldier as a Clergy man. In stead of Beads now use a Martial sword. For here in Spain where the Black Prince encamped, And made the Bastard fly, our Tents are pitched, And the proud Foe comes with a Spleen enraged, To drive us from Mazieres; Harry shall know, As he has Kingly blood within his veins, And is a Caesar, he shall meet with Caesars. I hear their Drums. And I rejoice to hear them, The Palsgrave here, now we shall have Your voice to our Election, or for that your life. You were sick in Germanie. But now recovered. And hither come to beat you out of Spain. He bears himself, as he were sure to conquer. And looks more like a Ioue then like a man. I hold my thunder here, & my right arm Has vigour in it, when you feel my blows To give you cause to call them Thunderbolts, If there be any in this Martial troup That with a soldiers face, has a bold heart, And dares aver that this religious prince Is not the lawful and true King of Spain, I will make good his Title by the sword, And against that proud combatant oppose myself as challenger to fight for him. I dare take up your gage, and answer you. But that I should impair this days renown, By giving desperate men such means to die, Who for you know your Army weak, and few Would hazard that upon a single fight. Which in the Battle you are sure to lose, No Foxlike policy shall blind my sight, But that I'll see the ruin of you all. This day i'th' Field, thine Palsgrave and the rest, He combats well rips up an armies breast. I'll answer his proud challenge. We forbid it, that are your Emperor, both in style In style, but not in power, that strength is mine, Except you'll be forsworn. This for an Oath, thouart but the step by which I did ascend, And being up, rest there till I descend. You'll answer this anon. Here, or elsewhere. Didst ever know a Caesar that could fear. I'll stab the Bastard. Worthy Duke desist. No Combat then will be accepted of. In general, with our powers in the open field, But not betwixt the Generals privately. Then you are cowards all. I'll so proclaim you in my thundering Drums, And by the glories that I hope to win, Prove it this day to thy perpetual shame: But to a heartless foe words are but vain. Alarum Drum, that showers of blood may reign.
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So will Fitzwaters gratious soueraigne. And though this day looke blacke with my disgrace, Your Royall presence whites an Aethyops face. I accept your kindnesse, & wilbe your Guest. Next vnto heauen to you, we giue the praise, Most zealous King for our recouery, And now my Lord of Cullen shew your selfe, As good a Souldier as a Cleargie man. In stead of Beades now vse a Martiall sword. For here in Spayne where the Blacke Prince incampte, And made the Bastard flie, our Tents are pitcht, And the prowde Foe comes with a Spleene inrag'de, To driue vs from Mazieres; Harry shall know, As hee has Kingly blood within his veynes, And is a Caesar, hee shall meete with Caesars. I heare their Drummes. And I reioyce to heare them, The Palsgraue heere, now wee shall haue Your voyce to our Election, or for that your life. You were sicke in Germanie. But now recouered. And hither come to beate you out of Spaine. He beares himself, as he were sure to cōquer. And looks more like a Ioue then like a man. I hold my thunder here, & my right arme Has vigor in it, when you feele my blowes To giue you cause to call them Thunderboltes, If there be any in this Martiall Troope That with a Soldiours face, has a bold heart, And dares auerre that this religious prince Is not the lawfull and true King of Spaine, I will make good his Title by the sword, And against that prowde combattant oppose My selfe as challenger to fight for him. I dare take vp your gage, and answere you. But that I should impaire this dayes renowne, By giuing desperate men such meanes to dye, Who for you know your Armie weake, and fewe Would hazard that vpon a single fight. Which in the Battell you are sure to loose, No Foxlike pollicie shall blind my sight, But that Ile see the ruine of you all. This day ith Field, thine Palsgraue and the rest, He combats well rips vp an Armyes brest. Ile answer his prowd challenge. We forbid it, that are your Emperor, both in stile In stile, but not in power, that strēgth is mine, Except youle be forsworne. This for an Oath, Th'art but the step by which I did ascend, And being vp, rest there till I descend. Youle answere this anon. Here, or else-where. Didst euer know a Caesar that could feare. Ile stabbe the Bastard. Worthy Duke desist. No Combat then will be accepted of. In general, with our powers in the opē field, But not betwixt the Generalls priuately. Then you are Cowardes al. Ile so proclaime you in my thundring Drums, And by the gloryes that I hope to win, Proue it this day to thy perpetuall shame: But to a hartlesse foe words are but vaine. Alarum Drum, that showres of blood may raigne.