The Hector of Germany, or The Palsgrave, Prime Elector · chunk 17 of 31
Smith, William · published 1615 · first performed or written 1614 [c.1614-1615] (Annals) history; pseudo-history · Red Bull unassigned nearest T10 England and France: war, embassy and pea · 496 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T10: france, french, england, king, lord, english, edward, talbot, peace, lords.
We have my Liege, & the most youthful blood That the Court yields will show their Chivalry, In honour of Bavaria's Royal Duke. Let him sit fast that shall contend with me, Or I shall shake him, be he near so Royal: I show no favour when I am in Arms, Nor look for any from my Opposites. But Tournaments are revels made for sport, And he runs well, that gets a good report. we'll try your valour, & perchance run with you. Lead on. The discontented English like to me, Hates all delight, I and the Court itself: To lead a private life, where they may plot Revenge on those that are their opposites; Not many years past, who but I esteemed, King Edward has upon my shoulder leaned, And thanked me in mine ear many a time, For making France his, I betrayed Valois My sovereign King, in England to get grace: And now I looked to be a Duke at least: Artoise is slighted as a thing forgot, But I have sent my Attendant to the Court, And if he speed not, I shall prove as false Edward to thee, as to my Native French. The King is not at leisure To listen to your suit; All his thoughts now Are taken up to give the Palsgrave grace, Who is come to Court, and means to tourney there Treason run with them, or some dángerous plot, Take life and being to destroy them both; Must my affairs give place unto a Palgrave? 'twas I that quartered with the English lions, The Arms of France, in opening Edward's Title, Which but for me had in oblivion slept, Than I was as the Palsgrave in his breast, My sight his food, my saying his heart's rest. Who's that, that knocks look forth, & bring us word? A couple of gentlemen would speak with you. Let them come in, were they a pair of mischiefs, They are welcome now. For I have thoughts like Held, Black and confused. These are the Gentlemen. Our business is to you most noble Artoise, The Emperor does salute you in this Letter, And prays you by the Honour of an Earl, You fail not to conjoin your aid with ours, About some plot against his Enemies. The Letter speaks the words, but names no plot. 'tis not devised as yet, but ere lóg great Caesar. Will set it down, and send it to us all. Now as his Mightiness desires is this, That you give shelter to us while we stay For his Affairs in England, and your pénsion Which every year you have received from him, Shall from henceforth be doubled with his love. Caesar is gracious, and has my heart: But were not you the Servants that attended On the last Emperor that was made away, And helped to send him to a timeless grave? We were my Lord. Let me embrace you in mine arms for that.
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We haue my Liege, & the most youthful blood That the Court yeelds will shew their Chiualdry, In honour of Bauaria's Royall Duke. Let him sit fast that shall contend with me, Or I shall shake him, be he nere so Royall: I shew no fauour when I am in Armes, Nor looke for any from my Opposites. But Turnaments are reuels made for sport, And hee runnes well, that gets a good report. Weele trie your valour, & perchance run with you. Leade on. The discontented English like to mee, Hates all delight, I and the Court it selfe: To lead a priuate life, where they may plot Reuenge on those that are theyr opposites; Not many yeares past, who but I esteem'd, King Edward has vpon my shoulder leand, And thankt mee in mine eare many a time, For making Fraunce his, I betraid Valoys My soueraigne King, in England to get grace: And now I lookte to be a Duke at least: Artoise is sleighted as a thing forgot, But I haue sent my Attendant to the Court, And if he speed not, I shall proue as false Edward to thee, as to my Natiue French. The King is not at leysure To listen to your sute; All his thoughts now Are taken vp to giue the Palsgraue grace, Who is come to Court, and meanes to Turney there Treason run with them, or som dángerous plot, Take life and being to destroy them both; Must my affaires giue place vnto a Palgraue? T'was I that quartered with the English Lyons, The Armes of France, in opening Edwards Title, Which but for mee had in obliuion slept, Then I was as the Palsgraue in his brest, My sight his foode, my saying his harts rest. Who's that, that knock's look forth, & bring vs word? A couple of Genlmē would speak with you. Let them com in, were they a pair of mischiefs, They are welcome now. For I haue thoughts like Held, Blacke and confusde. These are the Gentlemen. Our busines is to you most noble Artoise, The Emperour does salute you in this Letter, And prayes you by the Honour of an Earle, You faile not to conioyne your ayde with ours, About some plot against his Enemies. The Letter speaks the words, but names no plot. Tis not deuisd as yet, but ere lóg great Caesar. Will set it downe, and send it to vs all. Now as his Mightinesse desires is this, That you giue shelter to vs while wee stay For his Affaires in England, and your pénsion Which euery yeare you haue receiued from him, Shall from henceforth be doubled with his loue. Caesar is gracious, and has my hart: But were not you the Seruants that attended On the last Emperour that was made away, And helpt to send him to a timelesse graue? We were my Lord. Let me embrace you in mine armes for that.