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# Analysis of Page **Format:** Running prose text (verse drama) **Content:** This is a page from *Albion's England*, a historical narrative poem, not a Victorian penny dreadful. It presents a dramatic exchange between two rulers—the King of Danes and the "Britain Heros"—disputing over a woman named (apparently) Brena or Cutlake. The King of Danes demands she be surrendered to him; the Britain Heros responds by defending his claim, accusing his rival of arrogance, and proposing a contest for the prize. The language is Early Modern English verse, with elaborate rhetorical flourishes typical of Elizabethan dramatic poetry. The page is numbered 71, Chapter 16, from Book 3.
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ALBIONS ENGLAND, Els thou repining fhale repent, doe make thy choyce anew: | Atleaftamend thine Error,and mine enuie fhall haue end: vi need not force fo weake a Foe,feeke thou fo iking a friend, Norwates confent,and,Ladie ‘be no Counter-mand to this: | Difcent not Brena: . conclude her mine: els my Conclufion is, | If not for worth,by force perforce to winne her from youall, } Yeathough ourbanitht Copef-mate could his Britrifh Suc cours all f The King of Danesconcladed thus: and after filence thorr, 4 The Brataine Heros vailed,and did anfwere in this fort. | | Molt gracious Morgane Peeres »you heare the over-tearming taunts “Ofehis Appelant, that himéelfe and Scepter ouer-vaunts, ; Itleffer greeucth he fhould grudge that { with him co- tive, | Than his fo peremptorie {peach in your defpight to wiue. | Tegreeues, in troth not for my felfe,but for he beardeth you, | Andfeemes difdainfull of your aide, sthat doth fo proudly wowe, a | How captioufly he derogates from me,and mine eftate ? ; And Arrogates vnto himfelfe,to bring me fo in hate. How daintely his eies endure fo bace an Obieéts view > How defperately doth he conclude,and threatneth me and you: > Well,bazke he,byte he,bragges nor blowes hall dare meto defend A Challenge, where fo brauie a Prize ftands for the W agers end, Nor thinke(vaine-glorious that thou art)melefler then a King, Or greater than by {ute or {word,to prize fo rare a thing, Vpbrayd me not with banifhment,nor Be/yns quarrell touch, Nor yeat my | petite Signorie :nor more than troth by much, Thefe prefent nobles know the caufe for which I hether come: Not as an exile,but for ayde, and they afiure me fome, Then know,the caufe is honeft when their Honors oiues fupplies : As capable are they of troth,as thou art apt for lies. | My bothers Kingdome feemes, forfooth,an Ouer-match to mine? My Kingdome; Cutlake, therefore is an vnder-match to thine 3 Nay, giue(and fo I hope yewill) the Prize to me,and than be Cutlake with his Crowne of Dayske vn-crowne me ithe can, te <_ .) ’ a - i. = 7 >