The Hector of Germany, or The Palsgrave, Prime Elector · chunk 22 of 31
Smith, William · published 1615 · first performed or written 1614 [c.1614-1615] (Annals) history; pseudo-history · Red Bull unassigned nearest T1 Death, grief and revenge · 505 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T1: death, life, dead, die, blood, revenge, soul, father, heart, heaven.
I love thee as I should: What, we have lived together twenty years, And never wronged each other, should I now Be the first causer of the marriage breach? Banish such thoughts, let all mistrust begone. If she grow jealous, I am twice undone. I'll have about with her, to find out all. Within there. madam. What Medea was't, Of whom you learned the Art of Sorcery, To enchant a King, and draw him to your bed? Think you, because you are my Maid of Honour, I'll honour you so far, to have my Lord, Thou shameless Callet? 'tis ingratitude, Into my husband's heart so to intrude. I could have helped thee to a wealthy choice, Had you spared mine; but now it cannot be, For I must hate thee for thy treachery. I am accused, that ought to be excused, And blamed as one unchaste, for being chaste. I enchant the King, and use Medea's Art? Witchcraft I have always hated with my heart: And except Modesty a Circe be, I know no other kind of Sorcery. Your Highness sent me with a Cup of Wine Unto the King, the occasion of his wooing; Was it my fault to do your highness will? Judge gracious Majesty but as you ought, And do not blame me for a virgin's trial: His love was answered with a strong denial; And so denied for ever shall he be, That seeks by such means to dishonour me. Before I wrong a Queen so truly kind, I'll mar my face, and make my sad eyes blind. In. we'll consider farther of your tears: I'll have her watched, if she proves false, she dies; But if continue constant to the end, Never had Lady a more Royal friend. Since I was cast upon this fatal Rock, And saw my Love dissevered by the waves, And my kind Steward in the Ocean drowned, Here I have lived, fed only with raw Fish, Such as the Sea yields: and each Ship I see, (As daily there are some furrow this way) I call unto for aid, but near the near. Once asked me, What I was? I answered him, An Englishman. Quoth he, Stay there and starve. To the next that passed, I said I was a french-born. I'll aid no French quoth he. Unto a third, That I a Spaniard was. He bade me hang: So that I know not what I ought to say, Nor whom to speak to: but in happy time, From this high Rock, I see a tall Ship come, Furnished with all his Sails; and as it ploughs The Ocean up, it raises hills of snow, That fly on both sides as they did give way, To make a valley for the Ship to pass. Their Captain as I think looks upon me, And has took notice of my waving hand. Now the Ship turns and this way ploughs amain, As if it meant to run itself aground: In happy time, now I shall be relieved.
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I loue thee as I should: What, we haue liu'd together twenty yeeres, And neuer wrongd each other, should I now Be the first causer of the marriage breach? Banish such thoughts, let all mistrust begon. If she grow iealous, I am twice vndone. Ile haue about with her, to finde out all. Within there. Madame. What Medea was't, Of whom you learnt the Art of Sorcery, To inchaunt a King, and draw him to your bed? Thinke you, because you are my Mayd of Honour, Ile honour you so farre, to haue my Lord, Thou shamelesse Callet? tis ingratitude, Into my Husbands heart so to intrude. I could haue helpt thee to a wealthy choyce, Had you spar'd mine; but now it cannot be, For I must hate thee for thy tretchery. I am accus'd, that ought to be excus'd, And blam'd as one vnchaste, for being chaste. I Inchaunt the King, and vse Medeas Art? Witch-craft I haue alwaies hated with my heart: And except Modestie a Circe be, I know no other kinde of Sorcery. Your Highnesse sent me with a Cup of Wine Vnto the King, the occasion of his wooing; Was it my fault to doe your Highnesse will? Iudge gracious Maiestie but as you ought, And doe not blame me for a Virgins tryall: His loue was answered with a strong denyall; And so deny'd for euer shall he be, That seekes by such meanes to dishonour me. Before I wrong a Queene so truely kinde, Ile marre my face, and make my sad eyes blinde. In. Weele consider farther of your teares: Ile hau her watcht, if she prooues false, she dyes; But if continue constant to the end, Neuer had Lady a more Royall friend. Since I was cast vpon this fatall Rocke, And saw my Loue disseuered by the waues, And my kinde Steward in the Ocean drownd, Here I haue liu'd, fed onely with raw Fish, Such as the Sea yeelds: and each Shippe I see, (As dayly there are some furrow this way) I call vnto for ayde, but nere the neere. Once ask't me, What I was? I answer'd him, An Englishman. Quoth he, Stay there and starue. To the next that past, I sayd I was a French-borne. Ile ayde no French quoth he. Vnto a third, That I a Spaniard was. He bad me hang: So that I know not what I ought to say, Nor whom to speake to: but in happy time, From this high Rocke, I see a tall Shippe come, Furnisht with all his Sayles; and as it ploughes The Ocean vp, it rayses hills of snow, That fly on both sides as they did giue way, To make a valley for the Shippe to passe. Their Captaine as I thinke lookes vpon me, And has tooke notice of my wauing hand. Now the Ship turnesand this way ploughes amaine, As if it meant to runne it selfe aground: In happy time, now I shall be relieu'd.