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A12548	The Hector of Germany. Or The Palsgraue, prime Elector A new play, an honourable history. As it hath beene publickly acted at the Red-Bull, and at the Curtayne, by a company of young-men of this citie. Made by W. Smith: with new additions.	Smith, Wentworth, fl. 1601-1623.	1615 (1615)	STC 22871; ESTC S117634	34,994	68

in hazard of a sound losse Palsgraue This Saxons braue giues courage to vs all But I le requite it with a Germaine braule Enter Saxon Artoise Vandome and Mendoza Trier and Cullen Sax. You are the cause next to disgrace the Palsgraue For which I came The Emperour greetes you well And would haue noble Artoise lend his hand Both to cut off Bauaria and the King Artoise Where Mentz Here in England Trier Or what place you will Vandome France is the safer for the Stratagem Mendoz. And Edward is determined to saile thither Saxon. In Frauce then giue it birth Where if it sayle I le be the Palsgraues death Exeunt Enter French King solus F. King The care of Kingdomes is a weighty charge So is the care of children But Loues care Exceeds them all That dryes the blood of life More then the Feauer though they burne like Fire And to submit it to the law of reason Makes reason follie and discourse a Foole Then irresistable all ruling power Reuell in young mens hearts and leaue the olde Or meddle with inferiours not with Kings We should be priuiledged because most high But what 's a King vnto a Deitie Enter Floramell with a Napkin and a cup of Wine Floramell Your Maiestie call'd for a cup of wine F. King I did faire creature I thank your paines But when I view the colour of your lippe And looke on this the wine me thinks lookes pale You haue a better luster in your eye Then any sparkel that can rise from hence The siluer whitenesse that adornes thy necke Sullyes the plate and makes the Napkin blacke Thy looking well makes all things else looke fowle Being so faire in bodie what 's thy soule Floram. My soule and body are the gift of heauē And I will vse them to my Makers praise If other seruice great King you require I am ready attend your hearts desire F. King I think sweet creature what thy tongue has vtterd Is distant many paces from thy heart My hearts desire t is not in bending low After the afficious custome of a Court Nor lyes it in the vse of common things To bring and take away my hearts desire Is to enioy thee in another sort Which if thou yeeld vnto thou shalt be great Greatest in France next nay before my Queene For I le finde meanes to to take away her life So I may haue thee as a second wife Flora. The Saint of France forbid it all powers That haue continued both so long together In sacred rites of Mariage heauen deny I should be Authour of her Tragedy Or giue content where murther is oppos'd If I should yeeld and your Queene made away Might you not vse me so another day T is fearefull building vpon any sinne One mischiefe entred brings another in The second pulls a third the third drawes more And they for all the rest set ope the dore Till custome take away the iudging sence That to offend we thinke it no offence Wherefore my Lord kill mischiefe while t is small So by degrees you may destroy it all F. King Diuine is thy discourse like to thy beauty Flo. Does not Idolatrize beauties a flowre Which springs and withers almost in an houre Sicknesse impayres it but death kills it quite It vades as fast as shaddowes in the night Why should your Grace call it Diuinitie There 's nought diuine but that which cannot dye Least I offend by staying here too long I le take my leaue and so curbe in my tongue F. King Speake still I le heare thee Exit Floramell Flor. To our Sex t is bard We should be twice seene ere we be once heard F. K. Shee 'll neuer yeeld why do I woo her then Because I cannot bridle my desires Nor sleepe nor eate but as I dreame of her Shee 's to me as my Genius or my soule And more then they because she gouernes them Some way I le take my freedome to recouer That there 's no physicke made to cure a Louer Enter the French Queene Queene My Lord F. King My Loue Queene Yes F. King Infortuna Queene How Infortuna F. K. I mistooke thy name Yet now I thinke on 't I had busie thoughts How I might raise that Virgin to some Honour And match her with some worthy Peere of France Qu. Your selfe my Lord in some Adulterate kinde F. K. Nay then you wrong me I meant vertuously Beleeue me Sweet I did I loue thee so No euill thought should make me wrong thy bed By this it shall not this and this my Loue Kisses her Queene You flatter me F. K. I loue thee as I should What we haue liu'd together twenty yeeres And neuer wrongd each other should I now Be the first causer of the marriage breach Banish such thoughts let all mistrust begon If she grow iealous I am twice vndone Exit F. King Quee. I le haue about with her to finde out all Within there Enter Floramell Flo. Madame Queene What Medea was 't Of whom you learnt the Art of Sorcery To inchaunt a King and draw him to your bed Thinke you because you are my Mayd of Honour I le honour you so farre to haue my Lord Thou shamelesse Callet t is ingratitude Into my Husbands heart so to intrude I could haue helpt thee to a wealthy choyce Had you spar'd mine but now it cannot be For I must hate thee for thy tretchery Flo. I am accus'd that ought to be excus'd And blam'd as one vnchaste for being chaste I Inchaunt the King and vse Medeas Art Witch-craft I haue alwaies hated with my heart And except Modestie a Circe be I know no other kinde of Sorcery Your Highnesse sent me with a Cup of Wine Vnto the King the occasion of his wooing Was it my fault to doe your Highnesse will Iudge gracious Maiestie but as you ought And doe not blame me for a Virgins tryall His loue was answered with a strong denyall And so deny'd for euer shall he be That seekes by such meanes to dishonour me Before I wrong a Queene so truely kinde I le marre my face and make my sad eyes blinde Queene In. Exit Floramell Wee le consider farther of your teares I le haue her watcht if she prooues false she dyes But if continue constant to the end Neuer had Lady a more Royall friend Exit Enter young Fitzwaters aloft Y. Fytz. Since I was cast vpon this fatall Rocke And saw my Loue disseuered by the waues And my kinde Steward in the Ocean drownd Here I haue liu'd fed onely with raw Fish Such as the Sea yeelds and each Shippe I see As dayly there are some furrow this way I call vnto for ayde but nere the neere Once ask't me What I was I answer'd him An Englishman Quoth he Stay there and starue To the next that past I sayd I was a French-borne I le ayde no French quoth he Vnto a third That I a Spaniard was He bad me hang So that I know not

with a Boy drest in your Daughters gowne This is a crosse that patience cannot beare Clynton Who was the cause of this speake Where 's my Daughter Pvge Fledde to your Sonne The Steward layd the plot What I haue done Was for my Ladies sake Old Fitzw That Steward is a Villaine Clinton Le ts goe seeke him Take seuerall streetes but let your meeting be At the Water-side least they should flee to Sea Old Fi. To the water side Lord Bishop keep the boy Exeunt Old Fitzwater and Clynton Bishop I will My Dreame is falne out right Hymen is chang'd Into a slye deceyuing Mercurie But t is most requisite they that doe wrong Should feele the penaltie by suffering it I witnesse can the Young Lordes precontract Bad Fathers that infringe a holy act Exeunt Enter King Edward disguised like a priuate man a Lord with him King This day I thinke I promised the Lord Clinton To be his Guest Lord It was my Liege this Day King I haue dismist my Traine to steale vpon him But what 's the season all things are so quiet A Lordes house at so great a Cerimonie As is a Marriage should be like a Court Multitudes thronging vp and downe like waues And the Gate kept with an Officious porter To giue kinde entertainment to all Commers Here 's no such a matter Lord Here Olde Fitzwater comes Enter Olde Fitzwaters O. Fyt. Some Pegasus has borne her from my sight For nere a horse I keepe can ouertake them By all coniectures they are gone to Sea And Shipt by this King His Bride Lord Belike t is so O. Fyt. Some whirle-winde follow them And making the Ocean rougher then my brow Yee dauncing Porpusses caper aloft And mud the white foame with your ietty backs A perfect signe a tempest is at hand Rise from the bottome of the deepe ye Whales And ouerturne the Shippe that carryes them But let a Dolphin saue my Floramell And backe vnto the hauen guide her safe As for the boy make him your watry pray Eate him aliue that he may heare his bones Crash in the iawes of the Leuiathan But saue his head for me to know him by Authour of all my griefe and misery King I le interrupt his passion Lord Stay my Liege You shall heare more here comes the other Father Enter Clynton Clyn. How now my Lord haue you surprizd your Bride Old I thinke thy trechery conueyd her hence And by thy meanes another was attyr'd In her habilaments to vexe me thus Clyn. You highly wrong me Old I would right you better Were I assur'd of your close tretchery Clyn. Threaten me Old With no more then I le performe Clyn. Not in cold blood Old No but in blood like fire Clinton In choller passion and a crazed braine But when you haue slept vpon your menaces You will not then make good a noble challenge And enter single combate like a Lord Old Fitz. There lie my gage I dare thee to the field And will auer without the aduice of sleepe That thou wert priuy to the Stewards blot Clint. I le take your gage and meet you when you dare King But we 'le not suffer it that loue the liues Of euery subiect much more of our Peeres And as for you Fitz-waters that are growne Hotter then I exspected from your age Except you can produce good witnesses That Clinton has deceiu'd you of your Bride I le stay the combate or imprison you Fitz. I cannot prooue it but I thinke t is so King Correct such thoughts and giue him back his gage Fitz. With all my heart giues bake the gage King Clinton I am satisfied Enter a Messenger with a Letter whith he offers to the King King How now what newes bring you Messenger Letters my Liege from the Count Palatine King Our noble friend Bauaria's valiant Duke Messenger From him my Leige King Wee le read them instantly The Contents of the Letter All 's lost our elected friend Sauoy taken prisoner with him Bohemia and Brandenburgh sickenesse would not suffer mee to weare Armour but by the helpe of the Royall Hermit Peter the King of Spayne your friend and Beadesman I am recouered The Bastard is made Emperour and has shipt himselfe for Spaine whither I purpose to saile to hinder His intendements If I suruiue the Battell and be conquerour I le vnfitte you in England except the Sea be my Sepulcher Your Friend in Armes ROBERT the Palsgraue Ill newes not suddenly to be amended The Palsgraues sicknesse was the greatest losse The Bastard Crownd vncrowne him if thou canst Thou that art matchlesse for thy Chiualrie Send but his head from Spayne to tread vpon And I should count it an vnvalued gift As for good Sauoy and his Germaine Friends Ere long I le set them free or make the soyle That holds them prisoners a Marsh-ground for blood Till I heare newes from Spayne of good successe Each day I liue will be a yeare of griefe Clynton Pleaseth my Liege to lay aside your sorrow And with your Royall person grace my house Clynton will holde it an exceeding fauour Old Fitzw. So will Fitzwaters gratious soueraigne And though this day looke blacke with my disgrace Your Royall presence whites an Aethyops face King I accept your kindnesse wil be your Guest Exeunt Enter the Palsgraue Cullen and Peter the King of Spayne Drum Cullors and Soldiors Palsg. Next vnto heauen to you we giue the praise Most zealous King for our recouery And now my Lord of Cullen shew your selfe As good a Souldier as a Cleargie man In stead of Beades now vse a Martiall sword For here in Spayne where the Blacke Prince incampte And made the Bastard flie our Tents are pitcht And the prowde Foe comes with a Spleene inrag'de To driue vs from Mazieres Harry shall know As hee has Kingly blood within his veynes And is a Caesar hee shall meete with Caesars Cullen I heare their Drummes Peter And I reioyce to heare them Enter to them the Bastard Saxon Mentz and Trier Bastard The Palsgraue heere now wee shall haue Your voyce to our Election or for that your life Saxon. You were sicke in Germanie Palsgraue But now recouered And hither come to beate you out of Spaine Trier He beares himself as he were sure to cōquer Mentz And looks more like a Ioue then like a man Palsgraue I hold my thunder here my right arme Has vigor in it when you feele my blowes To giue you cause to call them Thunderboltes If there be any in this Martiall Troope That with a Soldiours face has a bold heart And dares auerre that this religious prince Is not the lawfull and true King of Spaine I will make good his Title by the sword And against that prowde combattant oppose My selfe as challenger to fight for him Bastard I dare take vp your gage and answere you But that I should impaire this dayes renowne By giuing desperate men such meanes to dye Who for you know your Armie weake

what I ought to say Nor whom to speake to but in happy time From this high Rocke I see a tall Shippe come Furnisht with all his Sayles and as it ploughes The Ocean vp it rayses hills of snow That fly on both sides as they did giue way To make a valley for the Shippe to passe Their Captaine as I thinke lookes vpon me And has tooke notice of my wauing hand Now the Ship turnes and this way ploughes amaine As if it meant to runne it selfe aground In happy time now I shall be relieu'd Enter Saxon Artoise Mentz Vandome and Mendoza Saxon. T was heere abouts the Gallant beckned me He seemes a person of some eminence By the glittering of his Suite against the Sunne Cast Anker here and let vs question him Men. Yonder he stands mounted vpon the rocke Sax. The very same What art thou what 's they name Thy place of birth fortune and parentage That thou art left vpon this desolate shore And what requirest thou stranger at our hands Y. Eytz. As you are men and therefore may be crost Be fauourable to a wretched man Know that the Sea has cast me on this place Where I haue led a discontented life Ere since the last storme and no passenger Has taken pitty to remooue me hence Though food I want not cause the sea yeelds fish I woul'd be shifted to a better place My name 's Fitzwaters by my byrth a Lord My naturall residence in England was Some of your company I haue often seene Set me aland where dwell inhabitants And thankfully I will require your loue Artoy. T is young Fytzwaters pray sir take him in Sax. You know my li●●● 〈◊〉 all Englishmen Since my disgrace and shall I pitty him Ment. But he 's descended of a Noble house Sax. The more should I reioyce to see him dye Trier Has valour Sax. Let him vse it on the Rocks Vand. But euery enemie beares not your minde Some haue beene fauourable to their foes Mend. And t is an honour in an enemie To saue where he may kill Y. Fytz. Your answere there Sax. You speake as you 'd compell it Y. Fytz. In the honourable entercourse of men I should doe so and were you in my case You would inforce your owne necessitie Sa. What wold this Stranger be in prosperous state That beares so high a minde in his distresse Y. Fytz. I would be as thou art proud of nothing Sax. Is a Shippe nothing Y. Fytz. As it ankers here It beares a goodly show but launcht againe And a storme rise it may be cast aland As I haue beene nay worse it may may be sunke And then what is 't but a fayre something nothing What is and now is not mans life or a dreame Now swimming and then swallowed in the streame Sax. His words are piercing some go take him in Come downe and be receiued into our Boate Art That shall be my charge Exit Artoise Sax. Could wee draw this spirit Into our plot hee 'd helpe to manage it Vnto the life and I should take it better Then yet I doe Vand. Perswasion may corrupt Ment. But be adjust'd how you perswade him to it Trier And take his Oath at first for sacrifice Vand. We are no puny Pollititians To be instructed in the rules of euill Here comes Fitzwaters Enter young Fytzwaters and Artoise Sax. Your hand Y. Fytz. And sword but that the Sea deuour'd it Sax. Know sir we haue businesse of import in hand Wherein our purpose is to craue your ayde And as we sayle to France wee le open it Y. Fyt. I am yours in all things that are honourable Sax. Honourable be not your shall do what we list Launch foorth into the deepe Exeunt Enter King Edward Palsgraue old Fytzwaters Clynton and Cullen Drummes Colours and Souldiers King We did not thinke to haue footed the French ground A second time in such Hostilitie But when the conquered beares so proud a head T is fit we make him stoope yet least the King Be not himselfe or be abus'd by any My Lord of Cullen we intreat your paynes To enquire it out by our Ambassadour as Mentz and Trier his assay that our force Might spoyle his countrey and make waste his land But that with French blood we haue surfetted And therefore care not greatly to shed more Say We will meete him at an enterview There to discourse our griefes before we fight Where if he haue wrongd me he shall doe me right Cullen I shall delate your Highnesse Embassie Pal. But say from me my sword nere drunke French And therefore it is thirstie for their liues That are I leaue the Continent of France Without good satisfaction from the King None of his Caualieres shall were a locke I le haue them all cut off and euery yeere Be payd in such a tribute for my wrongs As for proud Saxon Say my word is kept And bid him warily respect his owne The French Kings Palace shall not saue his life Nor the best rampierd Bulwarke in the Land Except he answere me as fits a Peere Cul. But to the Emperour what 's your will to him Pals. That as he run from Spayne he shall run hence Or I shall make him a poore Emperour His Bastard brauery tell him must goe downe And the legitimate weare Caesars Crowne King Fayle not to vtter euery sillable Both of the Palsgraues sending and our owne Cul. I shall deliuer both Pals. Tak 't how they please If they fly hence wee le follow through the Seas Cullen I goe Exit Cullen King High is this Embassy like to your valour Which I admire and loue ardently That I could wish your presence all my dayes And thinke your company to me more sweete Then mine owne Kingdome or my Crowne besides Pals. Your loue and Royall presence I desire K. Clynton and bold Fytzwaters be it your charge Prouided well of our best ships and Souldiers To sayle to Germanie and free our friends Kept as we heare there with a slender guard In a weake Castle Old Fitz. Which wee le soone beats downe Passgr. And bring them hither Clinton Or returne no more King March forwards to the place where wee l encampe Exeunt Enter Fitz-waters Artoyse Vandome and Mendoza Vand. What should the reason be of this dissention And why is young Fitz-waters froward thus Artoyse His arguments are strong and forcible Mendoz. Single vs hither to the forrest side Vnder pretense to plot more priuately And now not onely to mislike our drifts But call vs punies and vnskilfull men If showes a spleenefull hatred to vs all Y. Frytz. Not vnto all but only to you two Why should the Earle and I borne a Lords sonne Ioine with a paire of base companions In such a waighty cause as a Kings death I know you le say you haue beene physitians Sailer and Soldiers and in such disguise Done some exploit that haue deserv'd respect I graunt as much but yet your birthes are meane No gentry in