The Seven Champions of Christendom · chunk 16 of 43
Kirke, John · published 1638 · first performed or written 1635 [1634-1638] (Annals) romance · Red Bull Company (second) · Red Bull unassigned nearest T18 Rebels, barons and the king's wars at ho · 481 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T18: king, lord, wallace, earl, edward, england, scotland, rebels, bruce, english.
We agree to't, and by our Gods I swear my promise To perform without all doubt or fraud. Unbind us then, and give us in our hands Our well tried swords, and you shall see how quickly We will charm a passage to our wished For expirations, we will embrace in steel: And worthy friend, do but strike home, And thou shalt soon perceive how quickly we'll have Freedom; thou shalt see how I will meet thy wishes, And woe thy backward sword to give to me A passage to yond blessed Kingdom. Unbind 'em straight, and arm 'em. This is cruel; sink mine eyes into your Hollow caverns, do not see an act so full of horror. Are ye prepared? Yes, for your eternal ruins. We are free, and like untamed lions, We now will forage, and bathe us in your bloods. So, they are all dispersed and fled; never before Stood life on such a fickle point with us: let's leave this cursed Kingdom, Mount our Steeds, which through negligence, Our enemies have failed to seize on; Leave them to curse their stars; And still be sure, in all our actions, That heavens mighty hand, Can men's devices easy countermand. No more, no more, your words are feathers For the wind to play with. Will you not join with me to be revenged? When was it known that Lenon and Almona Parted with victories triumphant, which now flies With a disdained applause from us unto a stranger? When did these Bulwarks which hath stood till now The shock of all the Knights our parts hath seen, Ere shrink under the sinews of an Army? Why now, just now we have; Have we not still by daring challenges opposed ourselves The round worlds opposites? Have not our prowesses In stately lists tossed up the golden ball, and won it? Is not bright honour free in princes' Courts? We have o'ercome, and now we are o'ercome, And shall we envy what we ever loved, And were loved for? so thinks the Adder, When his sting is gone, his hissing has the power to venom too. Cast off that coat, it not becomes thee Lenon; 'Twill wear thy honour threadbare to the bones, And make death seize on thee with infamy. Let Death come how he will, And do you tamely suffer what you will, This British Knight shall never boast in Wales, That ere he triumphed Victor over me. Another charge: A charge and a shout cry Arbasto. What over desperate and life-weary fool Dares meet the couched Lance of this brave Knight, Seeing the foil we took? The cry went in our Prince Arbasto's name: Hark another charge gives 'em a second meeting: 'Tis well he kept his saddle at the first: Look to the Prince there some, and take him: For fall'n I'm sure he is before this time.
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We agree to't, and by our Gods I ſweare my promiſe To performe without all doubt or fraud. Vnbinde us then, and give us in our hands Our well try'd ſwords, and you ſhall ſee how quickly We will charme a paſſage to our wiſht For expirations, we will embrace in ſteele: And worthy friend, doe but ſtrike home, And thou ſhalt ſoone perceive how quickly weele have Freedome; thou ſhalt ſee how I will meet thy wiſhes, And woe thy backward ſword to give to me A paſſage to yon bleſſed Kingdome. Vnbinde 'em ſtrait, and arme 'em. This is cruell; ſinke mine eyes into your Hollow cavernes, doe not ſee an act ſo full of horrour. Are yee prepar'd? Yes, for your eternall ruines. We are free, and like untamed Lyons, We now will forrage, and bath us in your bloods. So, they are all diſperſt and fled; never before Stood life on ſuch a fickle poynt with us: Lets leave this curſed Kingdome, Mount our Steeds, which through negligence, Our enemies have faild to ſieze on; Leave them to curſe their ſtarres; And ſtill be ſure, in all our actions, That heavens mighty hand, Can mens devices eaſie countermand. No more, no more, your words are feathers For the winde to play with. Will you not joyne with me to be reveng'd? When was it knowne that Lenon and Almona Parted with victories tryumphant, which now flies With a diſdain'd applauſe from us unto a ſtranger? When did theſe Bulwarks which hath ſtood till now The ſhock of all the Knights our parts hath ſeene, Ere ſhrinke under the ſinews of an Army? Why now, juſt now we have; Have we not ſtill by daring challenges oppos'd our ſelves The round worlds oppoſites? Have not our proweſſes In ſtately lifts toſt up the golden ball, and wonne it? Is not bright honour free in Princes Courts? We have o'recome, and now we are o'recome, And ſhall we envie what we ever loved, And were lov'd for? ſo thinkes the Adder, When his ſting is gone, his hiſſing has the power to venome too. Caſt off that coate, it not becomes thee Lenon; 'Twill weare thy honour thread-bare to the bones, And make death ſeize on thee with infamy. Let Death come how he will, And doe you tamely ſuffer what you will, This Brittiſh Knight ſhall never boaſt in Wales, That ere he triumpht Victor over me. Another charge: A charge and a ſhout cry Arbaſto. What over deſperate and life-weary foole Dares meete the couched Lance of this brave Knight, Seeing the foyle we tooke? The cry went in our Prince Arbaſto's name: Hearke another charge gives 'em a ſecond meeting: 'Tis well he kept his ſaddle at the firſt: Looke to the Prince there ſome, and take him: For falne I'me ſure he is before this time.