The Hector of Germany, or The Palsgrave, Prime Elector · chunk 25 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 0.86 · 517 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T60: caesar, rome, emperor, empire, honour, lord, lucius, great, palsgrave, kings.
Not unto all, but only to you two: Why should the Earl and I borne a lord's son, join with a pair of base companions, In such a weighty cause as a king's death: I know you'll say you have been physicians, sailor, and Soldiers, and in such disguise, Done some exploit that have deserved respect, I grant as much, but yet your births are mean. No gentry in your blood was ever known By natural Heraldry, your low descents Disables us, and we must seek to rise, With others of our own condition. Come Vandome, of ourselves we'll do the deed That were the engrossing of the same from us And so you would have all the thanks yourselves: Neither commixed with us, nor yet alone, Shall it be acted, but as we are the best In birth, and ability to do it, we'll have the privilege of doing it: And we should give it over. To your betters. Or having fit place, Artoise and myself, Will kill you first, then cast you in the River. he speaks what we intend. Intend your worse? Caesar has promised him the Palsgrave's place, And I shall be the marquis Brandenburg: Think you such Titles shallbe lost by fear. Our valour has been tried with worthy men, And ere we lose the glory of the Act, Vandome and I do mean to use you so. They'll near be honest. Come Sir, are you ready? Most resolute villains, how they would outbrave us? But noble Artoise, now the fire is given The Cannon must go off. Unto their deaths. So they are dead, and now the Fame remains Only to us, that will accomplish it. Only to me, that will perform't alone. Thinks Artoise those were slain cause they are base? Or that I wrought you to assist my plot, Because you are of the Nobility? No, I have still this Maxim in my thoughts, That a Competitor, though near so Noble, Takes away half the same in every thing: I could have opened this unto you all, But that I thought myself too weak for three: And therefore providently used thy strength, To kill them first, that I might slay thee after. Now they are dead, thy life must follow theirs, And so I share the honour to myself: I will be Palsgrave, marquis Brandenburg, And the Bohemian King in me alone, Caesar shall write himself three Friends in one. I do not think thou meanst to be a traitor. Now you come neer me, but that secrets mine, And seeking it you must dig through my heart, Or it will near be found, it lies so close. I'll know it, or a reason in your blood. Wilt thou turn honest? Do not torture me, With repetition of that beggar's name: Whom none but Idiots, Innocents, or blocks Will entertain. I would change your mind From this erroneous and ill boding thought, Because of late you freed me from the rock, But if it be so hurtful to your sight Be your own death, I'll not reveal my mind.
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Not vnto all, but only to you two: Why should the Earle and I borne a Lords sonne, Ioine with a paire of base companions, In such a waighty cause as a Kings death: I know youle say you haue beene physitians, Sailer, and Soldiers, and in such disguise, Done some exploit that haue deserv'd respect, I graunt as much, but yet your birthes are meane. No gentry in your bloold was ever knowne By naturall Heraldry, your low discents Disables vs, and we must seeke to rise, With others of our own condition. Come Vandome, of our selues weele do the deed That were the ingrossing of the same from vs And so you would haue all the thankes your selues: Neither commixt with vs, nor yet alone, Shall it be acted, but as we are the best In brith, and ablity to doe it, Weele haue the priuiledge of doing it: And we should giue it ouer. To your betters. Or having fit place, Artoise and my selfe, Will kill you first, then cast you in the River. Heespeakes what wee intend. Intend your worse? Caesar has promisde him the Palsgraues place, And I shall be the Marquesse Brandenburgh: Thinke you such Titles shalbe lost by feare. Our valour has bene tryde with worthy men, And ere we loose the glorie of the Act, Vandome and I doe meane to vse you so. Theyle nere be honest. Come Syr, are you ready? Most resolute villains, how they would outbraue vs? But noble Artoise, now the fire is giuea The Cannon must goe off. Vnto theyr deaths. So they are dead, and now the Fame remaines Onely to vs, that will accomplish it. Onely to mee, that will perform't alone. Thinkes Artoise those were slaine cause they are base? Or that I wrought you to assist my plot, Because you are of the Nobilitie? No, I haue still this Maxime in my thoughts, That a Competitor, though nere so Noble, Takes away halfe the same in euery thing: I could haue opend this vnto you all, But that I thought my selfe too weake for three: And therefore prouidently vsde thy strength, To kill them first, that I might slay thee after. Now they are dead, thy life must follow theirs, And so I share the honour to my selfe: I will be Palsgraue, Marquesse Brandenburgh, And the Bohemian King in mee alone, Caesar shall write himselfe three Friends in one. I doe not think thou meanst to be a traitor. Now you come neer me, but that secrets mine, And seeking i you must digge through my heart, Or it will nere e found, it lyes so close. Ile know it, or a reason in your blood. Wilt thou turne honest? Doe not torture mee, With repetition of that Beggars name: Whome none but Idiots, Innocents, or blockes Will entertaine. I would change your minde From this erronious and ill boding thought, Because of late you freed me from the rocke, But if it be so hurtfull to your sight Be your own death, Ile not reueale my minde.