Penny Dreadfuls, 1602 · page 129 of 400
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# Page Description This is running prose from *Albions England*, presented as a dense block of early modern verse (not Victorian penny dreadful as the prompt suggests—the typography and language indicate this is actually early modern, likely 16th or 17th century). The text consists of moral advice and historical narrative in rhyming couplets. Visible content includes a deathbed scene where a character (apparently named Egelred) offers ethical instruction to his son, followed by verse recounting the deeds of English and Danish warriors, including references to Edmund and Canute, and concluding with a lament that "We euer warre, and neuer winne." The page shows aged paper with period typography.
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To ferue thy God,to faue thy felfe and well to all procure. - Said Egelred: and thortly gaue a quiet gafpe or twaine, em Ss ‘\ Smal a ¥ VF ; » i ie Pa > " , * " ALBIONS VENCLAND. He brarnicsh torments to himfelfe that feeds a Tyrants vaine : Pertllus was by Phalaris adiudg’dto felf-taught paine. Prayfe not the beautie of thy, Wife though fhe of forme be fj ped: For Gyzes,moued fo,did graft on Candandes his head, Shunne Ieloufie that heart: breake loue,if Cat will will goc to kim Be {ure that /o hath ameanesthat Argus fhall be blind. Commit not Treafure with thy Child to greedy minded men : Thou leaueft Polydar alpoyle to Polymneftor then. Occurrants gine oc cafions {till of like,in which be fure Be vertuous,and a sites thy felfe dio can{t not then but thriue: In onely.vertue it is faid that men themfelues furuiue. As forthe vicious fuch they are as is the heedlefle Flye, That killes it felfe,and burts his fight that hath her in his eye. Farewell my Sonne England farewell thy neuer happy Prince Doth take his leaue,an happy leaue,iftaken fo long fince, And, Edmond (burying not with me ‘thy vertues,nor my fpeech) J bleffe thee in hisblefled Name whom I of blefte befeech, Fs a And being dead, his noble Sonne {ncceeded him in Raigne. His like himfelfe,euen Knight like andan Englifh-mas indeed,. Did auické Englands quailing Prowes, & Afars-like did proceeds, ; A braver Captaine than was he not anny band might have: ae And yeata Mars did match this Wars,Canutus was as brave, o. Thefe wonders of that age for Armes,and Diris of thofe daics, | Did often battell equally to eithers lofle and praies, Now, after inany bloody Fields when none might eftimate The better or the worfer part,a Knight that faw the ftate. Then prefent,and by likelyhoods prefaged what might fall, Said(hearing it,the differing Kings and Sowldiers almott all: jn ee We cuer warre,and never winne, Edisund hath Port ite, >. puts Fortune,neither thus of otherisfubdude, : Se > 7 r r ro ( } com ebook Ta if ‘ No , or me . a eT | SL | a> ee 9: ir ie ¢ we Ne a"? C4 ‘Pe com