The Hector of Germany, or The Palsgrave, Prime Elector · chunk 31 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 0.83 · 468 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T60: caesar, rome, emperor, empire, honour, lord, lucius, great, palsgrave, kings.
And so have I. Whom do I fee? my Son that stole my Bride? As you respect my service (gracious King) Let me have justice. Clinton kneels with him. To their great service, greater I oppose, And do beseech your Highness wrong me not. Wrong thee? I wrong me, may not Kings do wrong? Or dare you think because you are my Father, I'll lose my wife. Daughter come from him, lest I force you hither. Father I may not. Fathers both she shall not. we'll hear no more of these bold menaces On pain of death I charge you both forbear: And let my censure sway this difference. In England as your house the Bishop told me That Clinton's Daughter by a precontract, Was young Fitzwaters wife, and that some trick Betwixt the Fathers to preserve their wealth, Broke off the match, to have him wed the old. This being true; I charge you on your lives Urge him no further in his lawful choice, But as 'twas wrong enough to hinder it, Make him amends, by being reconciled, Which I entreat upon a duteous knee. And so do I. Rise, rise, I am friends with you both, and When my Anger's over you shall find me a kind Father. So shall you. All let's are now removed, I am truly happy. The Combatants are ready. Guide them in. Idle are words where we must use our swords, Yet that it may appear what minds we bear, Now we are marched into this dreadful Lists, Know that this day my Honour shall exceed. Or I lie breathless where I set my foot. Were thy breast Marble, & thy ribs of brass, Saxon will have the superiority, Or in this dreadful place, his life expires. Sound trumpets, & the destinies guide all. The Palsgrave is invincible I think. Not to be overcome. Nor to be tamed by any. Matchless, and far beyond the praise of words, are all thy actions, let me honour thee. Our Friends returned in safety cheers more Caesar resign your Title unto Savoy, and Savoy, fit you up, whilst the doctors hear join all their hands to make thee Emperor. as the first. And to get your love, We will disgrace ourselves to honour him. Receive the Crown, but as he wears the same may it crush out his brains. Long live and happily the 〈◊〉 Caesar. As happily as your kinded loves have made me. And long as please the Heavens. Your fare●●● rights shall be perfect ●● with State in Germanie, whither I make the Majesty of England, and all our Friends. I'll bear you company. Fair winds and prosperous to our several Realms, we wish and pray for, 'tis not our least good To be the Favourites of the waning Flood.
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And so haue I. Whom doe I fee? my Sonne that stole my Bride? As you respect my seruice (gracious King) Let me haue Iustice. Clinton kneeles with him. To their great seruice, greater I oppose, And doe beseech your Highnes wrong me not. Wrong thee? I wrong mee, may not King doe wrong? Or dare you thinke because you are my Father, Ile loose my wife. Daughter come from him, least I force you hither. Father I may not. Fathers both shee shall not. Weele heate noiee of these bold menaces On paine of death I charge you both forbeare: And let my censure sway this difference. In England as your house the Byshop tolde mee That Clintons Daughter by a precontract, Was young Fytzwaters wife, and that some tricke Betwixt the Fathers to preserue theyr wealth, Broke off the match, to haue him wedde the olde. This being true; I charge you on your liues Vrge him no further in his lawfull choyce, But as twas wrong enough to hinder it, Make him amends, by being reconcilde, Which I intreat vpon a duious knee. And so doe I. Rise, rise, I am frends with you both, and When my Angers ouer you shall find me a kind Father. So shall you. All lets are now remou'd, I am truly happy. The Combattants are ready. Guide them in. Idle are words where we must vse our swords, Yet that it may appeare what mindes we beare, Now we are marcht into this dreadfull Lists, Know that this day my Honour shall exceede. Or I lye breathlesse where I set my foote. Were thy brest Marble,& thy ribbs of brasse, Saxon will haue the superioritie, Or in this dreadfull place, his life expires. Sound trumpets, & the destinies guide all. The Palsgraue is invincible I thinke. Not to be ouercome. Nor to be taide by any. Matchlesse, and farre beyond the praise of words, are all thy actions, let me honour thee. Our Friends returnd in safety cheers more Caesar resigne your Title vntyo Sy, and Sauoy, fit you vp, whilst the doctors heare ioyn all their hands to make thee Emperour. as the first. And to get your loue, We will disgrace our selues to honour him. Receiue the Crowne, but as hee weare the same may it crush out his braines. Long liue and happily the Caesar. As happily as your kinded loues haue made me. And long as please the Heauend. Your fare rights perft with State in Germani, whither I make the Maiestie of England, and all our Fieds. Ile beare you companie. Faire windes and prosperous our several Realmes, wee wish and pray for, tis not our least good To be the Fauorites of the wang Flood.