SAXONY

That Hermit is too bookish to reign long. Harry, Darst' thou wreathe thy brow, In any contumelious form gainst me? T'is by my favour that thou art alive. My greater greatness has repaired thy fame, And being but my creature, it is fit I should be known to be the worthier man. Come, Come, your Oa h, Being and Elector, I am barred the only Throne, And therefore will rule by a Deputy. You were sick in Germany. I'll answer his proud challenge. In style, but not in power, that stre ̄ gth is mine, Except yowl be forsworn. Yowl answer this anon. I'll stab the Bastard. How Bastard, how? What else? Thou Wertenberg twice misbegotten, once in Nature, And secondly, in being any prides default, By which thou art a Bastard Emperor. Although he be Ambitious, and my Foe, Honour commands me that I rescue him. That I may have the honour of his death. When we Masteries in a single fight. No further, if you mean to save your lives. The Palsgraues slain, is blood wreaks on my sword, And I advise you for your own discharge, To give this valiant Emperor liberty. Help to release your self. To horse, to horse, and talk of that elsewhere. At your requests my Lords, I am contented To receive this Emperor into grace and favour. Weel force you else. Follow his example and lets get a King To take our partly, as well as they have done: France has been wasted by their cruelty, And cannot but in spleen desire revenge, Were he solicited to be our friend, We should with the more ease be conquerors. We rest your loving friend for War. Even now a bold conceit hath entered me, And thats to visit England in disguise: As well to further our conspiracy Against the Palsgrave and King Edwards life, As to survey the Country, and observe What Havens best to entertain a Fleet: The English Nation with my soul I hate, And would do any thing to win the State. Exit. I am a Frenchman, and a Peer of France, My name Poyctiers, but no Ambassador. Yet by the Honours that my sword hath won, King John of France delivered what they spoke. I say who wears the Germane Diadem Deserves it better then the best that's here; Or any whom the English King, or thou For private reasons wouldst prefer to wear it, And that it is not honour prompts you to it; But secret pride, to have a person govern, Which Palsgrave, thou mightest rule ambitiously. Come, Come, you cannot do it. Nor dare. I'll stand the fury of thy proudest shock, Not fearing danger in so sleight a Foe: Should I put off these Masks, my wounds would fright, And these wide mouths which I have God in war Not half healed up, pronounce it in thy blood. Thou art too weak to enter Arms with me. My hair torn off. They partly them. Grant me the continued ̄ bat Edward, of this Palsgrave. Now by my gage thou shalt. ( His glove. I would I had thy head to countervail it. A whyrl-winde be thy guide, and a rough Sea Plague thee before thou comest for my hairs lose, Hell & some Devil was author of this cross Exit Saxon ̄ . In France then give it birth. Where if it sail I'll be the Palsgraues death. Exeunt. It here about the Gallant beckoned me, He seems a person of some eminence, By the glittering of his Suit against the Sun, Cast Anchor here, and let us question him. Take, out of all surmise: and in my thoughts It is as good already as perform'de. The Palsgrave. My Armour there. Exeunt. Were thy breast Marble,& thy ribs of brass, Saxon will have the superiority, Or in this dreadful place, his life expires. Harry, a word in private in your ear, When you are Emperor, as in time you shall, I must rule all, although you wear the Crown: The Edicts I propose you must enact, And call them your own Laws, not being vexed At what I do, although I mince your honour. For you my Lords, that are Electors Like unto my self, Give but your free consents that he shall govern, And that shall serve as ransom for you all. Not till you are Crowned. That sighed shall serve in steed of a Tormentor, And I rejoice to vex mine enemy. Vive Caesar. Publicly, and in the view of all, yowl swear. The Palsgrave has breathed spirit into them all. Though sickness make him droop, weel meet the ̄ straight Battles are governed by the will of Fate. Now Spanish Henry, thou hast proved thy self Worthy the Germane sceptre, by thy valour, And he that says not Ave Caesar, die. How these brave Churchmen talk. Emperor be wise, & join thy force to mine, Till we have driven away the enemy, And then return to our old variance. And I the Emperors of a Nation. Why dost not kill me, since 'tis in thy power? Caesar, thou art a Noble enemy; Henceforth I vow to relinquish every ill That may displease thee, and obey thy will. Has conquered me with courtesy and valour. Great Jove can say no more: That State thrives best that has such Slaves in store. And win by craft, what may not be by love. Who shall have that employment? You are the cause next to disgrace the Palsgrave For which I came. The Emperor greets you well, And would have noble Artoise lend his hand, Both to cut off Bavaria and the King. The very same. What art thou, whats they name? Thy place of birth, fortune, and parentage, That thou art left upon this desolate shore? And what requirest thou stranger at our hands? You know my li all Englishmen. Since my disgrace, and shall I pity him? The more should I rejoice to see him die. Let him use it on the Rocks. You speak as you'd compel it. Is a Ship nothing? His words are piercing, some go take him in: Come down, and be received into our Boat. Could we draw this spirit Into our plot, hee'd help to manage it Unto the life, and I should take it better Then yet I do. Your hand. Know sir, we have business of import in hand, Wherein our purpose is to crave your aid, And as we sail to France weel open it. Honourable be not, your shall do what we list. Launch forth into the deep. Exeunt. You show your self in this a Noble foe, And I receive more honour then I hoped: I thought, because I was your prisoner, You had esteemed captivi e cong st. But since you have avua ed eeping valour, And given your Captive such a privilege? I am the same bold combatant to dare, And do as as erst I did intend. A Spy, one of my blood without disguise, Being the first Revealer of my self, How can this hold King Edward to be true? I use no Intelligence but with my sword: Nor seek for other corners then deep wounds. So if I come by any great men heart In honourable difference I survey it. Here at this of Bolleigne, & the news Is certain that his Mightiness is near. How is it with pretty Gentlewoman? 'Tis now no time to reason of your state: Here take my Cloak. A taffeta Cloak. She is a comely, and a sweet Gentlewoman. In love my gracious Liege? Love does regard no person, nor the time. Finding her honest, though of mean estate, You may do well to raise poor virtue up, And marry her to some great Nobleman.