The Hector of Germany, or The Palsgrave, Prime Elector · chunk 26 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 · 508 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T10: france, french, england, king, lord, english, edward, talbot, peace, lords.
If that I cannot force it with my sword, I'll let it alone. So lie together, three a pair Royal makes, And here's a pair Royal of excellent Villains; These have slain princes by their own confession, These made a Nation swim in her own blood, The stream is turned with you, 'tis now high flood: But I must cast you all into the River. Yea, swords and all, to clear me from suspect; Suspect? by whom this place yields no such eye, 'tis well the worlds rid of their villainy. His Highness here, than Floramell give back. 'tis she, a word; there's no retiring hence. In vain you strive, my force opposed against yours, Will easily subdue your woman's strength, But there's a power included in your eye That conquers Kings, subdues a Deity. And he that had the strength to rule those graces, Might near be caught, yet view the brightest faces: One kiss, and I'll no more importune you. On that condition, I will grant you one. But you must give it me. Dian forbid, that were immodesty. It must be so. Upon your Kingly Oath, Never hereafter to renew your suit. Now by my crown I swear. Take it. 'tis done: And with this kiss, a second Fire begun, More ardent are my thoughts now then before: I loved thee well, but now I love thee more. Thou shalt not leave me, but for ever dwell, Where I abide, thy absence is my hell. Think on your Oath. At lovers perjury, the Gods themselves do wink. A king say so, pardon me sir, your will I'll not obey. But your oath broken mainly run a away. So, so, so: This is the affection that you bear to me? Thinks the French King I'll not revenge this wrong? As I am Queen of France, I'll make her know, What 'tis to be corrival in my Love: She dies by Heaven. If thou but spoil a hair, Or shed one drop of her celestial blood For any courtesy I have offered her, My wrath shall: as a fury haunt the deed. And I'll torment thee for such cruelty, Worse than the damned in the world below. I seldom threaten, but I do it straight, Her death thy Hell, look to't, 'tis a shrewd fate. He ever yet was sovereign of his word, What shall I do, brook this corrivalship? No, since I cannot in the Realm of France, Have the revenge my longing heart desires, Elsewhere I'll seek it, I of late behold An English Lord in favour at the Court, His Name Fitzwaters, and I love him well: By his procurement I will lay a plot, To yield King Iohn unto his enemies, So to obtain my purpose, if it take however Fools may think to project ill, It likes me well, because I have my will. What are you? An Englishman & a traveler; what are you? A Frenchman, and no traveler. Then give way; For I am the better man. The better man?
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If that I cannot force it with my sworde, Ile let it alone. So lye together, three a paire Royall makes, And heres a paire Royall of excellent Villaines; These haue slaine princes by their owne confession, These made a Nation swimme in her owne blood, The streame is turnde with you, t'is now high flood: But I must cast you all into the Riuer. Yea, swords and all, to cleare mee from suspect; Suspect? by whome this place yeelds no such eye, Tis well the worlds rid of their villanie. His Highnes here, then Floramell giue back. Tis shee, a word; theres no retiring hence. In vaine you striue, my force opposde against yours, Will easily subdue your womans strength, But theres a power included in your eye That conquers Kings, subdues a Deitie. And he that had the strength to rule those graces, Might nere be caught, yet view the brightest faces: One kisse, and Ile no more importune you. On that condition, I will graunt you one. But you must giue it mee. Dian forbid, that were immodestie. It must be so. Vpon your Kingly Oath, Neuer hereafter to renew your sute. Now by my crowne I sweare. Take it. Tis done: And with this kisse, a second Fire begun, More ardent are my thoughts now then before: Ilou'd thee well, but now I loue thee more. Thou shalt not leaue me, but for euer dwell, Where I abide, thy absence is my hell. Thinke on your Oath. At Louers periurie, the Gods themselues doe winke. A king say so, pardon me sir, your wil Ile not obey. But your oth broken mainely run a away. So, so, so: This is the affection that you beare to me? Thinkes the French King Ile not reuenge this wrong? As I am Queene of France, Ile make her know, What tis to be corriuall in my Loue: Shee dyes by Heauen. If thou but spoyle a haire, Or shed one drop of her celestiall blood For any courtesie I haue offered her, My wrath shall: as a furie haunt the deed. And Ile torment thee for such crueltie, Worse then the damned in the world below. I seeldome threaten, but I doe it straight, Her death thy Hell, looke too't, tis a shrewd fate. Hee euer yet was soueraigne of his word, What shall I doe, brooke this corrialship? No, since I cannot in the Realme of France, Haue the reuenge my longing heart desires, Else-where Ile seeke it, I of late behold An English Lord in fauour at the Court, His Name Fitzwaters, and I loue him well: By his procurement I will lay a plot, To yeeld King Iohn vnto his enemies, So to obtaine my purpose, if it take How euer Fooles may thinke to proiect ill, It likes mee well, because I haue my will. What are you? An Englishman & a traueller; what are you? A Frenchman, and no traueller. Then giue way; For I am the better man. The better man?