The Hector of Germany, or The Palsgrave, Prime Elector · chunk 14 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 · 510 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T50: sea, honour, general, soldiers, men, ship, fight, soldier, king, vittori.
That's the best: But shall we only build our hopes on strength; I think 'twere good to piece the lions skin Where it too short falls, with the fox's skin, A couple of Protean villains I have ready, For any dangerous attempt in peace, And they can poison, stab, and lie in wait Like Serpents, to entrap and cease their prey, Mendoza and Vandome, those are the men: Let them be called in. They are hear, great Caesar. Most mighty Emperor, what's your Highness will? That unto England presently you sail, And there consort you with the Earl of Artoyes, A Frenchman borne, but one that loves us well; Let him and you send us intelligence Of the proceedings of the English King, With the haughty Palsgrave, give the Earl this Letter, By which ye may win credit in his trust: And ere't be long I will devise a plot, Which you shall manage, for the general good. Be careful; as you do respect our love, And hope for gold in showers, mean time take this. Your will shall be obeyed. It shall be done. Great Ioue can say no more: That State thrives best that has such Slaves in store. See our Fleet ready: and ye swelling gales, That blow the good hours, fill our empty sails. My Lord of Poitiers, as you are informed, Where means the Emperor and his train to land? Here at this 〈◊〉 of Bulloyne, & the news Is certain that his Mightiness is near. How angry has the heavens as been with the sea, That it hath boiled so much, and cast the sands Into such mountains that they overlook The bounds that held them in. Well may our friends Escape the danger of this heavy storm: Small gusts at Land, sink a whole Fleet at sea; And whilst our Cities keep us from their rage, The Rocks bear them, as Tennis-Courts do balls. I'd have an Atheist travel through the deep, And he shall see such wonders, that his soul Would make him soon believe there is a God. But what fair Gentle woman have we here, Which is a shipwrecked creature, comes ashore? All wet and weary with a boisterous storm, At last I have set my foot upon the Land; I tremble as a Feauer shooke my oynes, But 'tis the Ocean that has frozen me: Drop there thou moisture of a swelling Flood. And let me see, no Fisherman at hand, To tell me in what Coast I am arrived: Alas I see none, I shall die with cold. Speak to her, give the woman comfort. How is it with pretty Gentlewoman? Sir, I am very cold, and wet, and ill, Would you could help me to a little fire To dry myself, and I would pray for you. 'tis now no time to reason of your state: Here take my Cloak. Alas Sir, 'tis but thin, And makes 〈◊〉 the more to 〈…〉 I would be shifted into warmer Roads, If I could meet with some kind Gentlewoman.
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Thats the best: But shall we onely build our hopes on strength; I thinke twere good to peece the Lyons skinne Where it too short falls, with the Foxes skinne, A couple of Protean villaines I haue eady, For any dangerous attempt in peace, And they can poyson, stab, and lye in wayte Like Serpents, to intrappe and cease their prey, Mendoza and Vandome, those are the men: Let them be call'd in. They are heare, great Caesa. Most mightie Emperour, whats your Highnes will? That vnto England presently you sayle, And there consort you with the Earle of Artoyes, A Frenchman borne, but one that loues vs well; Let him and you send vs intelligence Of the proceedings of the English King, With the haughty Palsgraue, giue the Earle this Letter, By which yee may winne credit in his trust: And er't be long I will deuise a plot, Which you shall mannage, for the generall good. Be carefull; as you doe respect our loue, And hope for gold in showres, meane time take this. Your will shall be obey'd. It shall be done. Great Ioue can say no more: That State thriues best that has such Slaues in store. See our Fleet ready: and yee swelling gales, That blow the good houres, fill our empty sayles. My Lord of Poytieres, as you are inform'd, Where meanes the Emperour and his raye to land? Here at this of Bolleigne, & the newes Is certaine that his Mightinesse is neere. How angry has the heauens as bin with the sea, That it hath boyld so much, and cast the sands Into such mountaines that they ouer-looke The bounds that held them in. Well may our friends Escape the danger of this heauy storme: Small gusts at Land, sinke a whole Fleete at sea; And whilst our Cities keepe vs from their rage, The Rocks beae them, s Tennis-Courts doe balles. Ide haue an Atheist trauell through the deepe, And he shall see such wonders, that his soule Would make him soone beleeue there is a God. But what sayre Gemle woman haue we here, Which is a Ship-wrackt creature, comes a shore? All wet and weary with a boysterous storme, At last I haue set my foote vpon the Land; I tremble as a Feauer shooke my oynes, But tis the Ocean that has frozen me: Drop there thou moysture of a swelling Flood. And let me see, no Fisher-man at hand, To tell me in what Coast I am arriu'd: Alas I see none, I shall dye with cold. Speake to her, giue the woman comfort. How is it with pretty Gentlewoman? Sir, I am very cold, and wee, and , Would you could helpe me to a little fire To dry my selfe, and I would pray for you. Tis now no time to reason of your state: Here take my Cloake. Alasse Sir, tis but thinne, And makes the more to I would be shifted into warmer Roaes, If I could meete with some kind Gentlewoman.