The Hector of Germany, or The Palsgrave, Prime Elector · chunk 20 of 31
Smith, William · published 1615 · first performed or written 1614 [c.1614-1615] (Annals) history; pseudo-history · Red Bull T10 England and France: war, embassy and pea typicality 0.80 · 528 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T10: france, french, england, king, lord, english, edward, talbot, peace, lords.
Come, Come, you cannot do it. Cannot. Nor dare. I'll stand the fury of thy proudest shock, Not fearing danger in so slight a Foe: Should I put off these Masks, my wounds would fright, And these wide mouths which I have got in war Not half healed up, pronounce it in thy blood. Thou art too weak to enter Arms with me. Since mildness cannot temper your stern wrath, But that your spleen must vomit upon me. I'll teach you Sir to have your tongue locked up. By taking off your lock. My hair torn off. Who have we here? This is the haughty Saxon. Grant me the combat Edward, of this Palsgrave. He is a prince himself, & knows his power. Now by the honour of my Father's house, Saxon I'll meet thee in the Realm of France, In the king's Court, or place where thou wert borne, So I may have good Hostage, and fair play. Now by my gage thou shalt. This shall suffice. I have your lock to me a better pledge. I would I had thy head to countervail it. A whirlwind be thy guide, and a rough Sea Plague thee before thou comest for my hairs loss, Hell & some Devil was author of this cross Exit Saxon. You have paid him soundly and deservedly. But now to answer you in brief, 'tis thus, The Palsgrave and ourself will see the King With expedition, where (if he make good The proud Injunction you have charged us with, We will lay waste his Country, and once more Put France in hazard of a sound loss. This Saxons brave, gives courage to us all. But I'll requite it with a German brawl. You are the cause next to disgrace the Palsgrave For which I came. The Emperor greets you well, And would have noble Artoise lend his hand, Both to cut off Bavaria and the King. Where? Here in England. Or what place you will. France is the safer for the Stratagem. And Edward is determined to sail thither. In France then give it birth. Where if it sail I'll be the Palsgrave's death. The care of Kingdoms is a weighty charge So is the care of children. But loves care Exceeds them all: That dries the blood of life More than the Fever, though they burn like Fire: And to submit it to the law of reason, Makes reason folly, and discourse a Fool. Then irresistible all ruling power Revel in young men's hearts, and leave the old, Or meddle with inferiors, not with Kings; We should be privileged, because most high, But what's a King unto a Deity? Your Majesty called for a cup of wine. I did fair creature, & I thank your pains. But when I view the colour of your lip. And look on this, the wine methinks looks pale: You have a better luster in your eye, Than any sparkle that can rise from hence: The silver whiteness that adorns thy neck, Sullies the plate, and makes the Napkin black. Thy looking well, makes all things else look foul, Being so fair in body, what's thy soul?
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Come, Come, you cannot doe it. Cannot. Nor dare. Ile stand the furie of thy prowdest shocke, Not fearing danger in so sleight a Foe: Should I put off these Masks,my wounds would fright, And these wide mouthes which I haue got in warre Not halfe heald vp, pronounce it in thy blood. Thou art too weake to enter Armes with mee. Since mildnesse cannot temper your stern wrath, But that your splene must vomit vpon mee. Ile teach you Syr to haue your tongue lockt vp. By taking off your locke. My haire torne off. Who haue we here? This is the hauty Saxon. Grant me the cōbat Edward, of this Palsgraue. He is a prince himselfe, & knowes his power. Now by the honour of my Fathers house, Saxon Ile meete thee in the Realme of France, In the Kings Court, or place where thou wert borne, So I may haue good Hostage, and faire play. Now by my gage thou shalt. This shall suffise. I haue your locke to mee a better pledge. I would I had thy head to counteruayle it. A whyrl-winde be thy guide, and a rough Sea Plague thee before thou comst for my haires losse, Hel & som Diuell was author of this crosse Exit Saxō. You haue payd him soundly and deseruedly. But now to answere you in briefe, tis thus, The Palsgraue and our selfe will see the King With expedition, where (if hee make good The prowd Iniunction you haue chargde vs with, We will lay wast his Countrey, and once more Put France in hazard of a sound losse. This Saxons braue, giues courage to vs all. But Ile requite it with a Germaine braule. You are the cause next to disgrace the Palsgraue For which I came. The Emperour greetes you well, And would haue noble Artoise lend his hand, Both to cut off Bauaria and the King. Where? Here in England. Or what place you will. France is the safer for the Stratagem. And Edward is determined to saile thither. In Frauce then giue it birth. Where if it sayle Ile be the Palsgraues death. The care of Kingdomes is a weighty charge So is the care of children. But Loues care Exceeds them all: That dryes the blood of life More then the Feauer, though they burne like Fire: And to submit it to the law of reason, Makes reason follie, and discourse a Foole. Then irresistable all ruling power Reuell in young mens hearts, and leaue the olde, Or meddle with inferiours, not with Kings; We should be priuiledged, because most high, But what's a King vnto a Deitie? Your Maiestie call'd for a cup of wine. I did faire creature,& I thank your paines. But when I view the colour of your lippe. And looke on this, the wine me thinks lookes pale: You haue a better luster in your eye, Then any sparkel that can rise from hence: The siluer whitenesse that adornes thy necke, Sullyes the plate, and makes the Napkin blacke. Thy looking well, makes all things else looke fowle, Being so faire in bodie, what's thy soule?