Gomersall, Robert · published 1633 · first performed or written 1628 [1622-1628] (Annals) tragedy unassigned nearest T10 England and France: war, embassy and pea · 451 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.
WE here present you with our keys, great Lords, Yet do not think us cowards, who do part So easily with that, which if we pleased We might, in spite of force, as easily keep: We know your right, justice does open these gates, And not your swords, nor our disloyalty; We leave a Traitor that hath first left us, And now are glad to entertain our Prince. Is he fled then? O our unhappy sloth! Why ran we not as well as we did fight? Are Cowards swifter than their Conquerors. Do not dissuade me, Iulia, 'tis true I may escape, but whither? all is lost, In Naples we find France, as well as here. O who'd endure the tyranny of hope, That could so quickly gain a liberty? If I but fall I'm free; o Iulia, The greatest distance 'twixt my bliss, and me, Reacheth no farther than to the next earth. Can I behold in a perplexed flight (Of which I know no comfort, and no end) This my sweet infant crying for the food, Which I'm uncertain where to beg for him? No, I'll descend, and if the greedy French Will have our blood with our dominions, Yet I shall joy to have a speedy end And call a nimble enemy, a friend. What answer from the Citadel? once more Give them a summons, if they yield not then Give an assault. You shall not need my Lords, What you could wish you have, most cheaply have The conquest of a woman; and a child. I'm Isabel, (let not that sad name Be ominous to conquerors,) and this This Pretty Infant, is my luckless child, Born Prince of that, which you have made your prey. Why do you one consult another's face, As you would see, who could be cruel first? Be not at all, or if at all, to me. O do not war with infants! can these hands Deserve your fear or anger? these weak hands That cannot reach themselves unto their teat? Who have so much of young infirmity, They cannot lift themselves to ask you mercy? O let them have, because they cannot ask. How many dismal accidents may chance To take him hence, before he grow to man, And so excuse, and yet fulfil your purpose? O let disease be cruel, and not you. Madam, you shall be honourably used, You, and your fair son: take your liberty To choose your own free course: for this young Lord, He must to France with us, where he shall learn The good of royal education: Where he shall know the happy difference Between a petty, and a kingly Court. Some wait upon the princess.
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Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
WE here presēt you with our keys, great Lords, Yet doe not thinke us cowards, who doe part So easily with that, which if we pleas'd We might, in spight of force, as easily keepe: We know your right, justice does ope these gates, And not your swords, nor our disloyalty; We leave a Traytor that hath first left us, And now are glad to entertaine our Prince. Is he fled then? O our unhappy sloath! Why ranne we not as well as we did fight? Are Cowards swifter then their Conquerors. Doe not disswade me, Iulia, 'tis true I may escape, but whither? all is lost, In Naples we find France, as well as here. O who'od indure the tyranny of hope, That could so quickly gaine a liberty? If I but fall I'm free; ô Iulia, The greatest distance twixt my blisse, and me, Reacheth no farther then to the next earth. Can I behold in a perplexed flight (Of which I know no comfort, and no end) This my sweet infant crying for the food, VVhich I'me uncertaine where to beg for him? No, Ile descend, and if the greedy French VVill have our blood with our dominiōs, Yet I shall joy to have a speedy end And call a nimble enemy, a friend. VVhat answer from the Cittadel? once more Give them a summons, if they yeeld not then Give an assault. You shall not need my Lords, VVhat you could wish you have, most cheapely have The conquest of a woman; and a child. I'me Isabella, (let not that sad name Be ominous to conquerors,) and this This Pretty Infant, is my lucklesse child, Borne Prince of that, which you have made your prey. VVhy doe you one consult anothers face, As you would see, who could be cruell first? Be not at all, or if at all, to me. O doe not warre with infants! can these hands Deserve your feare or anger? these weake hands That cannot reach themselves unto their teat? Who have so much of yong infirmity, They cannot lift themselves to ask you mercy? O let them have, because they cannot aske. How many dismall accidents may chance To take him hence, before he grow to man, And so excuse, and yet fulfill your purpose? O let disease be cruell, and not you. Madam, you shall be honourably us'd, You, and your faire sonne: take your liberty To chuse your owne free course: for this yong Lord, He must to France with us, where he shall learne The good of royall education: Where he shall know the happy difference Betweene a petty, and a kingly Court. Some waite upon the princesse.