Gomersall, Robert · published 1633 · first performed or written 1628 [1622-1628] (Annals) tragedy unassigned nearest T10 England and France: war, embassy and pea · 457 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T10: france, french, england, king, lord, english, edward, talbot, peace, lords.
Noble friend Stand thou, and our State stands: o why do men Cry out on Age, on eating Age? as though Our many griefs were from our many years, And the last times were worst: we rather find That nothing is so dangerous to Kings As a young Principality: for 'tis With them almost as with young plants, which yield Unto the least entreaty of the wind, And need no stronger blast; but gaining Age Scarce stoop to thunder: may we once arise Unto this happy firmness of estate, This blessed maturity of Prince, we stand Fearless of fall, but if heaven envy us And have decreed our ruin with our rising, Yet such we'll have it void of all base fears Our foes shall grieve our ruin was not theirs. MY Lords, since we are met so happily, (If you esteem me not too bold, to ask The story of your high-famed actions) Bless me with the Relation. I much fear Mine are not worthy your attention: Yet if it please you, noble Belgiosa, (Because my story will depend on that) To show the reason why the giddy French, So strangely left their conquest: such your power, Such a full conquest have you of your friend, I'll shame myself for your content. Then, thus: From us France hurried thorough Lombary And fled to conquer, who had seen that haste Would easily supposed it to have been Rather a flight then an invasion. The Pope quakes at the progress, and admits Young Ferdinand into Rome, that if the French Should dare a fight, they might find Naples there. France slights that fainter opposition, And speaks his scorn in thunder, Naples flies, And all his army hath no other use Then to become unwilling harbingers To show their lodgings to the conquering French, Who like fierce winds that sweep away their lets, Or like encroaching tides, take swiftly in The offered Countries, not defended: now Saint German yields, and saucy Capua That dared a competition once with Rome, Aversa takes the precedent, and now The King of Naples finds home foes, and such As durst be valiant against their Prince, And use their fond arms in a mutiny, Which were not safe enough for a defence. He taking the advantage of their crime Unconquered by the French, to these he yields, And chooseth rather to become no Prince The keep the Crown, which they would take away. What was the issue? Strangely pitiful: He that had Navies yesterday, has now Scarce a bark left him, scarce a plank or two, To trust him to the mercy of the Seas, The Seas more courteous than the multitude: In which he makes for Ischia, and leaves His enemy his successor.
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Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
Noble friend Stand thou, and our State stands: ô why doe men Cry out on Age, on eating Age? as though Our many griefes were from our many yeares, And the last times were worst: we rather find That nothing is so dangerous to Kings As a yong Principality: for tis With them almost as with yong plants, which yeeld Vnto the least intreaty of the wind, And need no stronger blast; but gaining Age Scarce stoope to thunder: may we once arise Vnto this happy firmenesse of estate, This blest maturity of Prince, we stand Fearelesse of fall, but if heaven envy us And have decreed our ruine with our rising, Yet such weele have it voyde of all base feares Our foes shall grieve our ruine was not theirs. MY Lords, since we are met so happily, (If you esteeme me not too bold, to aske The story of your high-fam'd actions) Blesse me with the Relation. I much feare Mine are not worthy your attention: Yet if it please you, noble Belgiosa, (Because my story will depend on that) To shew the reason why the giddy French, So strangely left their conquest: such your pow'r, Such a full conquest have you of your friend, I'le shame my selfe for your content. Then, thus: From us France hurry'd thorow Lumbardy And fled to conquer, who had seene that hast Would easily suppos'd it to have beene Rather a flight then an invasion. The Pope quakes at the progresse, and admits Yong Ferd'nand into Rome, that if the French Should dare a fight, they might find Naples there. France slights that fainter opposition, And speakes his scorne in thunder, Naples flyes, And all his army hath no other use Then to become unwilling harbingers To shew their lodgings to the conqu'ring French, Who like fierce winds that sweep away their lets, Or like incroaching tydes, take swiftly in The offer'd Countries, not defended: now Saint German yeelds, and sawcy Capua That dar'd a competition once with Rome, Aversa takes the president, and now The King of Naples finds home foes, and such As durst be valiant against their Prince, And use their fond armes in a mutiny, Which were not safe enough for a defence. He taking the advantage of their crime Vnconquer'd by the French, to these he yeelds, And chuseth rather to become no Prince The keep the Crown, which they would take away. What was the issue? Strangely pittifull: He that had Navies yesterday, has now Scarce a barke left him, scarce a planke or two, To trust him to the mercy of the Seas, The Seas more courteous then the multitude: In which he makes for Ischia, and leaves His enemy his successor.