The Hector of Germany, or The Palsgrave, Prime Elector · chunk 12 of 31
Smith, William · published 1615 · first performed or written 1614 [c.1614-1615] (Annals) history; pseudo-history · Red Bull T60 Imperial Rome: rulers, favour and politi typicality 0.87 · 494 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T60: caesar, rome, emperor, empire, honour, lord, lucius, great, palsgrave, kings.
It shall be treason to my Fame today, If I encounter any Foe i'th' field, Till I have combated this drunken Saxon. How Bastard, how? Bastard! What else? Thou wert twice misbegotten, once in Nature, And secondly, in being any pride's default, By which thou art a Bastard Emperor. Stand from about me, or I'll strike you dead Remember where you are amongst your foes Who by your discord may destroy us all. And this advantage of your variance Gives them the victory with easiness. If not for your own Honours and your lives, Forbear for ours. They shall not combat here: I'll make my Rotchet crimson like your Colours, Ere I stand by and suffer such a wrong. How these brave Churchmen talk. Are you in your Pulpits? Here's those will strike you. What, the Palsgrave come? Emperor be wise, & join thy force to mine, Till we have driven away the enemy, And then return to our old variance. I am Saxons till the Palsgrave die or fly. You should have fought still, 'twould have been my glory, To have given aim, & then the conqueror conquered: But what your variance leaves unfinish here, I'll end with the destruction of you both. We fear you not. Upon them valiant friends. Saxon is fled, Caesar my captive is, I must not lose him; guard the Emperor sure, Whilst I pursue the Duke. We will. Am I your prisoner? Not so good, my slave. To trample on, or use as he likes best. We are Brothers. Now: but in your high estate, No greater enemy than you had I. Best that we guide him to the Palsgrave's. Tent. Although he be Ambitious, and my Foe, Honour commands me that I rescue him. That I may have the honour of his death. When we 〈◊〉 Masteries in a single fight. 'tis Saxon, Guard him sure. To our best power. No further, if you mean to save your lives. The palsgrave's slain, his blood wreakes on my sword, And I advise you for your own discharge, To give this valiant Emperor liberty. Not whilst we live. Help to release yourself. Most willingly. Thanks for your pains, but yet we will be Foes. To horse, to horse, and talk of that elsewhere. This was the most ill chance that ever happened. He said he had slain the Palsgrave, 'twas his cunning to astonish us with fear, but If he live, how shall we answer him for this mischance. See where he comes, I would the storm were passed. I lost him in the press, his snowy steed Was crimsoned over with the blood of men, And lion-like he fought with all his strength, But since the Emperor is my prisoner, I shall die less regard the Duke's escape. Oh Noble Sir, we have deceived your trust, And lost the Jewel you had us keep. Caesar by Saxon is redeemed and fleed, And we 〈…〉 for his escape.
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It shall be treason to my Fame to day, If I encounter any Foe ith-field, Till I haue combatted this drunken Saxon. How Bastard, how? Bastard! What else? Thou wert twice misbegotten, once in Nature, And secondly, in being any prides defalt, By which thou art a Bastard Emperour. Stand from about me, or Ile strike you dead Remēber where you are amongst your foes Who by your discord may destroy vs all. And this aduantage of your variance Giues them the victorie with easinesse. If not for your owne Honours and your liues, Forbeare for ours. They shal not combat here: Ile make my Rotchet crimson like your Colours, Ere I stand by and suffer such a wrong. How these braue Churchmen talke. Are you in your Pulpits? Here's those will strike you. What, the Palsgraue come? Emperour be wise, & ioyne thy force to mine, Till we haue driuen away the enemy, And then returne to our old variance. I am Saxons till the Palsgraue dye or fly. You should haue fought stil, twould haue bin my glory, To haue giuen ayme, & then the conqueror conquerd: But what your variance leaues vnfinish here, Ile end with the destruction of you both. We feare you not. Vpon them valiant friends. Saxon is fled, Caesar my captiue is, I must not lose him; guard the Emperour sure, Whilst I pursue the Duke. We will. Am I your prisoner? Not so good, my slaue. To trample on, or vse as he likes best. We are Brothers. Now: but in your high estate, No greater enemy then you had I. Best that we guide him to the Palsgraues. Tent. Although he be Ambitious, and my Foe, Honour commaunds mee that I reskew him. That I may haue the honour of his death. When we Maisteries in a single fight. Tis Saxon, Guarde him sure. To our best power. No further, if you meane to saue your liues. The Palsgraues slaine, is blood wreakes on my sword, And I aduise you for your owne discharge, To giue this valiant Emperour libertie. Not whilst wee liue. Helpe to release your selfe. Most willingly. Thanks for your paines, but yet we will be Foes. To horse, to horse, and talke of that elswhere. This was the most ill chance that euer hapned. He saide he had slaine the Palsgraue, Twas his cunning to astonish vs with feare, but If he liue, how shall we answer him for this mischance. See where he comes, I would the storm were past. I lost him in the preasse, his snowy steed Was crimsond ouer with the blood of men, And Lyon-like he fought with all his strength, But since the Emperour is my prisoner, I shall die lesse regard the Dukes escape. Oh Noble Syr, we haue deceiued your trust, And lost the Jewell you had vs keepe. Caesar by Saxon is redeend and fleed, And wee for his escape.