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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
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

like men And be assur'd wee le winne the victory Harke how they shout as they applauded mee And see how brauely euery Leader rides Plum'd from the Beauer to the Saddle bowe Whilst the bold Souldier makes his lofty pike Stretch in the Ayre with tossing it aloft Brauely done fellow that tricke once againe And there 's gold for thy paines hee fights like Hector Whilst at his feete th' amazed Grecians fall And though Achilles would renew the Field Hee dares not doo 't the enemies so strong Me thinks I heare a peale of Ordinance play They are the Bastards Cannons planted high To ouerthrow my Castle to the ground Now they shoote off Death all my foes are come Marshall my Troups and let Drum answere Drum My selfe in person will be generall But I fainte and am not what I would be My spirit is stronger then my feeble lyms Leade me once more with griefe vnto my bed Fewe know the sorrowes of a troubled head Manent Cullen Peter Exit Palsgraue led in Cullen How faine would valour sickness ouercom But his infirmity denyes such power And I am more grieued for his weake estate Then for our late great losse Peter Palsgraue may helpe him And as I liu'de a fellow amongst Hermits I learnt some skill that has curde many a Prince See him safe guarded from his enemies And on my life I will recouer him Cullen Wee are strong enough to waste him to his Fleete And when the Enemy shall misse him here They le turne their conquering Force another way And goe for Spayne Peter My Kingdome Cullen To subdue it Peter Let them proceed but when hee has got his strength they le rue their boldnesse Meane time trust to mee For next to Heauen I le cure his maladie Enter olde Fitzwaters and his Steward Exeunt Old Fitz: Thou art his hand the agent of his thoughts And onely enginor by which he works Some dangerous plot to blow his Honour vp Is 't possible my Sonne should be from Court So often and the cause vnknowne to thee That art his bosome-friend his Counseller Stew. I know no cause except to take the ayre Old Fyth. My wrath shall finde another in thy brest Know that thou tread'st on thy last foote of earth From whence is no remooue but to the graue Flye me thou canst not and to make resistance Will draw vpon thee for one Lyons rage All the whole denne Offers to kill him Stew. Hold and I le tell your Honour Know that his vsuall haunt is to the house Of the Lord Clynton whither he is gone To see his Daughter whom he does affect Old Doats he on my betrothed my Loue my wife Had he the liues of many hopefull sonnes Incorporate with his owne my rate is such I should destroy them all ere lose my Loue But how does she affect him Stew. As her life Alleadging that the Contract made to you Was by constraint to please her honour'd Father But he was precontracted first made sure And this I heard her speake with pearled teares Then Loue no passion ought to be more free Nor any agreement like that sympathie Old Fyth. I haue put on Dianiras poysoned shirt In the discourse and euery word cleaues to me As deadly in the apprehension As that which kill'd the Iew-borne Hercules But wherefore doe I combat with my selfe That haue a greater enemie to curbe Oh but he is my sonne What is a sonne The effect of a sweete minute he shall dye Being my pleasure to effect my pleasure Attend me where he is I may destroy him Exeunt Enter a Page Page I haue a sweete Office to be Gentleman Porter to a backe dore but t is for a Lady the best beauty in England and if there be any Pandering in the businesse though I am accessary i' the fee because I liue by it I haue no knowledge in the fault Many a Courtier would be glad of my place yet I hold it not by pattent for terme of life nor for yeeres but as young Gentlemen get Venison vpon sufferance or by stealth If the Lord Clynton should haue notice of this Key or euidence by which the young Lord Fythwaters is conueyed to his Daughter against his will though shee be his Wife by a precontract I might bee conueyed to the porters-lodge But if all Court-secrets come to light what will become of the Farthingales thinke you that couer them No since Ladies weare Whale-bones many haue beene swallowed and so may this Heere comes the Young Lord Enter Young Fythwaters Y. Fyt. Alwaies at hand thy carefulnesse is great Where is thy Lady Pag. Walking in the Garden Y. Fyt. So early then I see loues the best larke For the Corne builder has not warbled yet His mornings Carroll to the rising Sunne There 's for thy paines Page I thanke your Lordship And now like the Keeper of a prison hauing my fee t is fit I should turne the Key You know the way to my Ladies chamber Y. Fyth. I doe Exit Young Fythwaters Page Sure liberallitie was a louer or he would nere be so bountifull some thinke it a chargeable thing to keepe a Woman of any eminent fashion and so t is but to keepe them as I doe vnder locke and key and suffer none to enter but such liberall Gentlemen is the onely way to make a rich Keeper I must walke still to watch his comming foorth Enter old Fythwaters and Steward O. Fyth. You haue beene with the Lord Clynton Stew. And he promist to meete you in the Garden couertly O. Fyth. Is this the place Stew. And this is the Ladyes Page that lets him in Page Helpe helpe Stop his mouth O. Fyt. If you bellow here you breath your last by waies Backe dores come sir along with me If that her father meete as I desire What 's but a sparke will prooue a mount of fire Locke the dore after vs Steward My Lord I will Exeunt all Enter in the Garden Floramell the Lord Clyntons Daughter and Young Fythwaters They sit on a banke Flo. The delian Lute is not more Musicall Then thy sweete voyce Oh my Apollo speake That with the wrapture of thy words my soule May be intranst and wish no other ioyes That by the discord of two Broken harps Old and vnfit for Louers harmony Our ioyes should suffer a distate of feare And in our most delights a qualme of griefe Runne like a vayne of Lead through a Gold-mine Olde Fyth-waters and the Lord Clynton some behinde and ouer-heare them Flo. We grow too iealous of our prosperous daies Making an euill where no ill is meant Like hallowed ground loue sanctifies this place And will not suffer danger to intrude Here we are ringd in earthly Paradise And may haue all the heauen to our selues Be then Mistrust an exile from my brest Where liues no iealousie dwells present rest Clyn. But wee 'l disturbe it your amorous ioyes Y. Fyt. Our Fathers present Sweet we are betraid O. Fyt. Betrayd

losses you should be more wise Then hazzard France againe to the like snoyle Edward is fortunate in all his warres And wise men will not striue against the streames Therefore be circumspect and keepe your owne F.K. This theame our counsel shal at large discusse Till when to England wee le Ambassage send To aduise King Edward not to be our foe Left it offend vs that are friends to both If thé Doue speede not wee le the Serpent proue Sax. And winne by craft what may not be by loue Who shall haue that imployment Bast. Not your Honor because your spirit is rough and turbulent F.K. No if I might intreat these reuerend Bishops By them I would direct this Embassie Since it concernes them it behooues they stirre Who know the sweetes will cause no warre Trier Wee le vndertake it if the Emperour please Bast. When I send thither it shall be in thunder Yet as the French King orders it proceede F. K. You know your charge be milde but yet not base Though we giue ground we will not lose our place Manet Saxon. Exeunt Saxon. Euen now a bold conceit hath entered me And that 's to visit England in disguise As well to further our conspiracie Against the Palsgraue and King Edwards life As to surueigh the Countrey and obserue What Hauen 's best to entertaine a Fleete The English Nation with my soule I hate And would doe any thing to winne the State Exit Enter Edward Clynton olde Fytzwaters the Palsgraue Cullen and others King Not possible my Lords to finde those men Are they so wily to deceiue vs all Sure they are harboured by some neere about That does affect the English Diadem He 's worse then mad would ayme at Englands Crowne Though the Blacke Prince be dead so many sonnes I haue left to gouerne which marres their rule Edward himselfe has left a hopefull heyre The Princely Richard to inherit it Plots yet tricks yet well we must hope the best Pals. I rather thinke the ill was aymd at me Because I came to mooue your Maiestie For the deposing of the Emperour And it is knowne the Bastard is my foe Witnesse the Warres in Germany and Spayne Treason by him is euermore in act His brayne coynes faster then the English Mynt Tretcherous proceedings gold has many friends And he must be a man of excellent vertue Whom it corrupts not Howsoere I am sorry The Saylors did escape Clyn. Here are their cases 2. Saylors canuas Suits Vnder the which I thinke were better cloathes And for their Steedes thought could not be more quicke Or we had tooke them O. Fytz. They were swift indeed King As swiftly with their flight vanish our feares And now most Noble Palsgraue of the Rheine Thinke your selfe welcome to the English Court And reuerend Cullen Cullen I doe thanke your Grace King Your Father lou'd me well and for his sake As well as for your owne I le honour you And after feasting we will try your force In friendly manner at a Tournament Which as I thinke you haue prepard my Lords O. F. We haue my Liege the most youthful blood That the Court yeelds will shew their Chiualdry In honour of Bauaria's Royall Duke Palsg. Let him sit fast that shall contend with me Or I shall shake him be he nere so Royall I shew no fauour when I am in Armes Nor looke for any from my Opposites But Turnaments are reuels made for sport And hee runnes well that gets a good report King Wee le trie your valour perchance run with you Leade on Exeunt Enter the Earle of Artoise Artoise The discontented English like to mee Hates all delight I and the Court it selfe To lead a priuate life where they may plot Reuenge on those that are theyr opposites Not many yeares past who but I esteem'd King Edward has vpon my shoulder leand And thankt mee in mine eare many a time For making Fraunce his I betraid Valoys My soueraigne King in England to get grace And now I lookte to be a Duke at least Artoise is sleighted as a thing forgot But I haue sent my Attendant to the Court And if he speed not I shall proue as false Edward to thee as to my Natiue French Enter a Seruant Seruant The King is not at leysure To listen to your sute All his thoughts now Are taken vp to giue the Palsgraue grace Who is come to Court and meanes to Turney there Art Treason run with them or som dángerous plot Take life and being to destroy them both Must my affaires giue place vnto a Palgraue T' was I that quartered with the English Lyons The Armes of France in opening Edwards Title Which but for mee had in obliuion slept Then I was as the Palsgraue in his brest My sight his foode my saying his harts rest Who 's that that knock's look forth bring vs word Seru. A couple of Gentleme would speak with you Arto. Let them com in were they a pair of mischiefs They are welcome now For I haue thoughts like Held Blacke and confusde Enter Vandome and Mendozze Seru. These are the Gentlemen Vandome Our busines is to you most noble Artoise The Emperour does salute you in this Letter And prayes you by the Honour of an Earle You faile not to conioyne your ayde with ours About some plot against his Enemies Artoise The Letter speaks the words but names no plot Mendo T is not deuisd as yet but ere lóg great Caesar Will set it downe and send it to vs all Now as his Mightinesse desires is this That you giue shelter to vs while wee stay For his Affaires in England and your pénsion Which euery yeare you haue receiued from him Shall from henceforth be doubled with his loue Artoise Caesar is gracious and has my hart But were not you the Seruants that attended On the last Emperour that was made away And helpt to send him to a timelesse graue Vandome We were my Lord Artoise Let me embrace you in mine armes for that Mendo But that ill speed followed our hopes to day We had giuen a period to King Edwards life And to the Palsgraues Vandome Wee attempted it Habited like Saylers but our pistolls failde And after long pursute our Roabes throwne off We escapte with life Mendozze And come to liue with you Artoise Liue here as safe as in a Fort of brasse Such men I wisht for to a fit my spleene Vnto one marke all our affections tend And they both dye if that the Emperour send Exeunt The Trumpets sound within as at a Tournament A great shoute Enter old Fytzwaters and Clynton O. Fytz. Did you ere see a better Tournament Or brauer Runners then this day appear'd In the Tilt-yard Clyn. The best that ere I saw What a braue Horse the Palsgraue rid vpon And with what courage nimblenesse and strength Did he vnhorse his valiant opposites Speares flew in splinters halfe the way to heauen And none that ranne against him kept