The Hector of Germany, or The Palsgrave, Prime Elector · chunk 29 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 · 480 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T14: prince, princess, love, king, lord, queen, madam, grace, lady, life.
But you did kiss the King. The Queen did see it, Urged by constraint, and Kingly violence. Upon condition he should woo no more: And for that kiss I am esteemed a whore: If you believe I am, I pray proceed, I kissed the King, do you a murderous deed. Rise, rise, hereafter the discourse I'll tell, Mean time Fitzwaters welcomes Floramell. So then I am honest by your own confession, But ere I entertain you as a Husband, I'll be resolved what Love has passed between The Queen and you, that you her Agent are, In such a weighty cause as is my life. Runs the stream this way, is the wind turned thus? I must know all. In sight of Heaven I vow She is as chaste for any lust from me, As unborn Infants, and I use her love, But to advance my sovereign and his Realm. No other case by honour I protest, In sign whereof I oppose an innocent breast Against the sword: if you believe not, kill, But never man died for a lesser ill. I am satisfied, rise love, and let us go, There's no true joy without some taste of woe. Prosperity I think was borne in France, 'tis so obsequious unto all our act; And like a subject waits upon our will: Tomorrow is this happy interview, In which Fitzwaters and the Earl of Artoise, Have promised to surprise the English King, And the ambitious Palsgrave. If it take, We shall have cause to praise our happiness. Take, out of all surmise: and in my thoughts It is as good already as performed. I think no less. It is most probable. Where is the Queen she promised us a mask? The . Be jovial Caesar: mirth began the night: And we will end it with the like delight. We are beholding to you Gentlemen, For this your Courtship, pray discover now. We will, and make you all die prisoners. King Edward here? The Palsgrave. All our foes. Whose plot was this? Or is it not a Dream? 'tis such a Dream you'll never waken from? To talk of this strange admiration, Which like the night hovers on every eye: Know that I have deluded you with hopes Vain, like those villains, which my sword did kill, And by a Letter to the King delivered, Sent by your Queen, to be revenged for lust, I caused his Majesty to enter thus. I received them in at the back Gate. Where's the Lady that has wronged the Queen? Here is my troth-plight Freer from that soul imputation, Then is her Majesty from jealousy. Is she then chaste? I'll answer for the Virgin, By my good Fortunes once, now by my beard, She is as nobly virtuous of a stranger, As ere I knew, and though I sought her love, I near obtained it.
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But you did kisse the King. The Queene did see it, Vrg'de by constraint, and Kingly violence. Vpon condition hee should wooe no more: And for that kisse I am esteemd a whore: If you beleeue I am, I pray proceede, I kist the King, doe you a murderous deede. Rise, rise, hereafter the discourse Ile tell, Meane time Fytzwaters welcomes Floramell. So then I am honest by your owne confession, But ere I entertaine you as a Husband, Ile be resolu'd what Loue has past betweene The Queene and you, that you her Agent are, In such a weighty cause as is my life. Runs the stream this way, is the wind turnd thus? I must know all. In sight of Heauen I vowe Shee is as chaste for any lust from mee, As vnborne Infants, and I vse her loue, But to acuance my soueraige and his Realme. No other case by honour I poet, In signe whereof I oppose n innocent breast Against the sword: if you beleeue not, kill, But neuer man died for a lesser ill. I am satisfied, rise loue, and let vs goe, Theres no true ioy without some taste of woe. Prosperity I thinke was borne in France, Tis so ipuious vnto all our act; And like subiect waites vpon our will: To morrow is this happy enterview, In which Fitz-waters and the Earle of Artise, Haue promisde to surprise the English King, And the ambitious Palsgraue. If it take, We shall haue cause to praise our happinesse. Take, out of all surmise: and in my thoughts It is as good already as perform'de. I thinke no lesse. It is most probable. Where is the Queen she promisde vs a maske? The . Be Iouiall Caesar: mitrth began the night: And we will end it with the like delight. We are beholding to you Gentlemen, For this your Court-ship, pray discouer now. We will, and make you all die prisoners. King Edward heere? The Palsgraue. All our foes. Whose plot was this? Or is it not a Dreame? Tis such a Dreame youl neuer wakē from? To talke of this strange admiration, Which like the night houers on euery eye: Know that I haue deluded you with hopes Vaine, like those villaines, which my sword did kill, And by a Letter to the King deliuered, Sent by your Queene, to be reueng'd for lust, I causde his Maiestie to enter thus. I receiued them in at the backe Gte. Wheres the Lady that has wrongd the Queen Heere is my troh-plight wie, Freer from that soule imputation, Then is her Maiestie from iealousie. Is shee then chaste? Ile answere for the Virgin, By my good Fortunes once, now by my beard, She is as nobly vertuous of a stranger, As ere I knew, and though I sought her loue, I nere obtaind it.