Rowley, William · published 1633 · first performed or written 1619 [c.1619-1620(?)] (Annals) tragedy · Prince Charles's Men (first) · Phoenix/Cockpit T59 Spanish courts: war, honour and courtshi typicality 0.85 · 472 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T59: andrea, spain, portugal, tribute, horatio, king, bellimperia, prince, lord, lorenzo.
What hast thou there? A hundred marks, besides leases, and lands which I have wickedly gotten, all which I will bestow on thee, if thou wilt take the pains to hang me. Hum. my brother is dead, and there is no way to raise our house again but by ready money or credit; the hangman many times mounts above his betters; well I will hang, but my conscience bears me witness, 'tis not for any good will I bear unto thee, nor for any wrong that I know thou hast committed; but innocently for thy lands, thy leases, thy clothes, and thy money. And so come along with to me the next tree, where thou shalt hang till thou art dead, and stink above ground. With all my heart, my guts, my lights, my liver, and my lungs. Fly, fly my Lord. With what wings? With wings of speed. Your foes, Sir, conquer, and your soldiers bleed, The barbarous Moore is titled by your name, The Spanish King; therefore your safest speed Will be to Biscany, there you may find New friends, new safety, and new kingly minds. There is no friendship where there is no power, I must crave now, oh poverty most poor, To beg of them received mine alms, before. I have defended them: They'll you relieve. I'll make the proof: what do you call the man Whose prowess in that rightful victory Against the Moores did so much honour win? A. He was, and is, and may be, but not long? This poisoned Iulianus has battered him. Thou art my subject still Piamentelli. Whilst I am Piamentelli. Wert thou gone, I then might boast, I were a King alone, For but thyself I do not know one subject, Than subjects all, since young le not let me die, I'll seek a weary life in Biscany. Thou mutable piece of nature, dost thou fly me? that's frightful to me. I shall be more frightful, If thou repel a proffered arm of love, There will rebound a hate blacker in Art Then in similitude; forget me not, Have not I chased thy wronger from his ground, And my triumphant self thy conqueror? I am thy King. I'll fear thee then? Not love me! The word is poisoned in thy very tongue, Love thee? as I would love my ravisher. Thy father shall repent. He must, and will, That ere he freed a captive infidel. Look for a vengeance. Yes, some barbarous one, 'tis natural to thee, base African, Thine in side a blacker than thy sooty skin. Oh Iulianus, what hast thou done? thouhast scaped The raging Lion, to wrestle with a Dragon, He would have slain with a majestic gripe. But this with venom; better had been thy fate By him to fall, than thus, by such a hellhound.
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What hast thou there? A hundred marks, besides leases, and lands which I have wickedly gotten, all which I will bestow on thee, if thou wilt take the paines to hang me. Hum? my brother is dead, and there is no way to raise our house agen but by ready money or credit; the hangman many times mounts above his betters; well I will hang, but my conscience beares me witnesse, tis not for any good will I beare unto thee, nor for any wrong that I know thou hast committed; but innocently for thy lands, thy leases, thy clothes, and thy money. And so come a long with to me the next tree, where thou shalt hang till thou art dead, and stink above ground. With all my heart, my guts, my lights, my liver, and my lungs. Fly, fly my Lord. With what wings? With wings of speed. Your foes, Sir, conquer, and your souldies bleed, The barbarous Moore is titled by your name, The Spanish King; therefore your safest speed Will be to Biscany, there you may finde New friends, new safety, and new kingly mindes. There is no friendship where there is no power, I must crave now, oh poverty most poore, To beg of them receiv'd mine ales, before. I have defended them: They'le you releeve. Ile make the proofe: what do you call the man Whose prowesse in that rightfull victory Against the Moores did so much honor win? A. He was, and is, and may be, but not long? This poyson'd Iuli has hatterd him. Thou art my subject still Piatelli. Whilst I am Piatelli. Wert thou gone, I then might boast, I were a King alone, For but thy selfe I doe not know one subject, Then subjects all, since you not let me die, Ile seeke a weary life in Biscany. Thou mutable peece of nature, dost thou fly me? Th'at frightfull to me. I shall be more frightfull, If thou repell a proferd arme of love, There will rebound a hate blacker in Art Then in similitude; forget me not, Have not I chac't thy wronger from his ground, And my triumphant selfe thy conqueror? I am thy King. Ile feare thee then? Not love me! The word is poison'd in thy very tongue, Love thee? as I would love my ravisher. Thy father shall repent. He must, and will, That ere he freed a captive infidell. Looke for a vengeance. Yes, some barbarous one, Tis naturall to thee, base African, Thine in side a blacker then thy sooty skin. Oh Iulianus, what hast thou done? thast scp't The raging Lion, to wrastle with a Dragon, He would have slaine with a majesticke gripe. But this with venome; better had bin thy fate By him to fall, then thus, by such a ound.