The Hector of Germany, or The Palsgrave, Prime Elector · chunk 28 of 31
Smith, William · published 1615 · first performed or written 1614 [c.1614-1615] (Annals) history; pseudo-history · Red Bull unassigned nearest T14 Royal love, favour and dynastic relation · 498 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T14: prince, princess, love, king, lord, queen, madam, grace, lady, life.
I know not by what influence I am fallen Into the affection of this potent Queen: But she has sworn she loves me as her soul: And to enjoy me in her amorous Bed, Would spend the revenues of the Crown of France Were it her own: I'll temporize with her, To effect some plot upon my sovereign's foes, But she shall know, Although she love me well, My heart's desires were drowned with Floramell. By all descriptions this should be the man, To whom I am directed by the Queen; But whom do I behold the young Fitzwaters? 'tis she, Oh no, she's in the Ocean drowned, No; She escaped it seems as well as I. But I will take no acquaintance of my Love, Till she has cleared her from the queen's suspect. It is not meet I take acquaintance first, Nor will I till I know a just cause why, Of his Familiar dealings with the Queen, Here is the key her Highness promised you. And you the prisoner to be safe locked up, For your incontinence and wanton life. You do me wrong, I hate incontinence, Nor did I ever love a wanton life: I am a desolate Lady, shipwrecked here, And had a Husband once, too like thy looks, But not of such a rude condition. Oh were he present, and should hear thee speak Such boisterous terms against his honoured wife, He would out of the virtue of his mind Knowing my conversation to be good, Write this base slander in thy villains blood. So confident, her innocence is great, That can do this sincerely without tricks: But if you be the same that you would seem, How comes that your reputations grown, Into such scandal, and your name the theme, Of every idle fellow in the Court? That Grooms report, fair Infortunate is: The French Kings love; Nay worse his concubine. The voice of men is held the voice of God: And where an evil is so far proclaimed, The generality approves the guilt, And she's unworthy to survive a minute, To be the separation of two hearts, Made one by Marriage. Kill me, kill me then. Having my sentence, wherefore am I spared? Or do you take delight to torture me? Before you serve the Executione The Law requires no more but death for Lust. The lingering is a note of Tyranny. It is sufficient that the wretch must die, The sooner done, the lesser cruelty. But if your conscience urge you to forbear, I shall confute your worthless Arguments, And tell you in the pureness of my soul, Report's a liar, common talk a Fool. Waiters & Grooms, lightheaded like their plumes, And those that do attend in princes' Courts, Too active and quick-witted to deprave A Courting they proclaim for a consent, A favour for the deed, believe them not: It is too common, this they hourly do, And thinke none chast, but her whom none did wo,
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I knowe not by what influence I am falne Into the affection of this potent Queene: But shee has sworne shee loues me as her soule: And to enioy me in her amorous Bed, Would spend the reuenues of the Crowne of France Were it her owne: Ile temporize with her, To effect some plot vpon my Soueraignes foes, But shee shall know, Although shee loue me well, My hearts desires were drownd with Floramell. By all descriptions this should be the man, To whome I am directed by the Queene; But whome doe I beholde the young Fytzwaters? Tis she, Oh no, shees in the Ocean drownd, No; Shee escapt it seemes as well as I. But I will take no acquaintance of my Loue, Till shee has cleerd her from the Queenes suspect. It is not meete I take acquaintance first, Nor will I till I know a iust cause why, Of his Familiar dealings with the Queene, Here is the key her Highnes promiz'd you. And you the prisoner to be safe lockt vp, For your incontinence and wanton life. You doe me wrong, I hate incontinence, Nor did I euer loue a wanton life: I am a desolate Ladie, shipwrackt here, And had a Husband once, too like thy lookes, But not of such a rude condition. Oh were hee present, and should heare thee speake Such boystrous termes against his honourd wife, He would out of the vertue of his minde Knowing my conuersation to be good, Write this base slander in thy villaines blood. So confident, her innocence is great, That can doe this sincerely without trickes: But if you be the same that you would seeme, How comes that your reputations growne, Into such scandall, and your name the theame, Of euery idle fellow in the Court? That Groomes report, faire Infortunate is: The French Kings loue; Nay worse his concubine. The voyce of men is held the voyce of God: And where an euill is so farre proclaimde, The generality approues the guilt, And shees vnworthy to surviue a minute, To be the separation of two hearts, Made one by Marriage. Kill me, kill me then. Hauing my sentence, wherfore am I sparde? Or doe you take delight to torture mee? Before you serue the Execution The Law requires no more but death for Lst. The lingring is a no of Tyrannie. It is sufficient that the wretch must die, The sooner done, the lesser crueltie. But if your conscience vrge you to forbeare, I shall confute your worthlesse Arguments, And tell you in the purenesse of my soule, Report's a lyar, common talke a Foole. Wayters & Groomes, light-headed like theyr plumes, And those that doe attend in Princes Courtes, Too actiue and quicke-witted to depraue A Courting they proclaime for a consent, A fauour for the deede, belieue them not: It is too common, this they hourely doe, And thinke none chast, but her whom none did wo,