The Seven Champions of Christendom · chunk 19 of 43
Kirke, John · published 1638 · first performed or written 1635 [1634-1638] (Annals) romance · Red Bull Company (second) · Red Bull unassigned nearest T38 Death, parting and grief at court · 494 words
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You're gone; false Lenon hath betrayed ye to your death. Welcome my Fate. Sir Knight, you have not fairly dealt with us; Though 'gainst my foes you brought me honour home, My dear son's life you have took for your reward; But you shall find 'tis treasure stole, not bounty given, And for that theft your life must satisfy. King of Tartary, hear sad David speak. Now the excuse my Lord. Those honours I have brought you home, It seems this accident hath canceled, And stifles all my merits in your love: Yet let 'em hang like pendants on my hearse, That I did love the unfortunate deceased, These drops of tears, true sorrows, testify; And what hath happened to that life's dear loss, Was not by will, but fatal accident: I hold my hand up at the hand of heaven, not guilty: King, think not I speak to have thee spare my life, For half my life lies dead there with thy Son, And here the other half is ready too, to testify, How well I loved the Prince, though now I die. A Heads man and an Axe there. For him that calls him. I that was well said King; spaniel no more. Thy hand once more brave English Knight, We are at peace, and will not what we may: But let me now one thing enjoin you to, Not as a penance for my dear son's loss, But as a further safety of my Kingdom, And larger interest of your love to me. Give me the danger, I can meet but death. My hopes are better of thee, noble Knight; Hear then thy task, thou shalt then hence In Knightly order ride, 'gainst him, not only Aided Persia 'gainst our power, but shakes our Kingdom with the power of hell, black Ormandine, The enchanted Garden-keeper; if that thou dar'st Attempt, and bring his head, I will not only Quittance this mischance, which makes me wretched, But halfe my part of this large Crown Is thine, and when I die, David of Wales reigns King of Tartary; Speak comfortable words of the attempt. It is the oath of Knighthood I have ta'en, and here Again before you I will take, from hence being parted, ne'er to make stay more than a nights Repose till I am there, and being there, By all the honours of a Knight I vow Black Ormandines head, and lay it at your feet: This, by the honour of a Knight, I'll do, or die in the attempt. 'Tis enough; rise noble David, So, now shall I be revenged for my son's life, Without the clamour of the world for it: Thou bring his head, poor Knight, thou mayst as well Rob love of lightning, or clasp a hand Garnado, Being fired: tomorrow morning you shall forward set; On with the Hearse till you return We sorrows path shall tread, And bury grief when thou bringst Armand's head.
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You'r gone; falſe Lenon hath betraid yee to your death. Welcome my Fate. Sir Knight, you have not fairely dealt with us; Though 'gainſt my foes you brought me honour home, My deare ſonnes life you have tooke for your reward; But you ſhall finde 'tis treaſure ſtole, not bounty given, And for that theft your life muſt ſatisfie. King of Tartary, heare ſad David ſpeake. Now the excuſe my Lord. Thoſe honours I have brought you home, It ſeemes this accident hath cancel'd, And ſtifles all my merits in your love: Yet let 'em hang like pendants on my herſe, That I did love the unfortunate deceas'd, Theſe drops of teares, true ſorrowes, teſtifie; And what hath happend to that lifes deare loſſe, Was not by will, but fatall accident: I hold my hand up at the hand of heaven, not guilty: King, thinke not I ſpeake to have thee ſpare my life, For halfe my life lies dead there with thy Sonne, And here the other halfe is ready too, to teſtifie, How well I lov'd the Prince, though now I dye. A Heads man and an Axe there. For him that calls him. I that was well ſaid King; Spannell no more. Thy hand once more brave Engliſh Knight, We are at peace, and will not what we may: But let me now one thing enjoyne you to, Not as a pennance for my deare ſonnes loſſe, But as a further ſafety of my Kingdome, And larger intereſt of your love to me. Give me the danger, I can meet but death. My hopes are better of thee, noble Knight; Heare then thy taske, thou ſhalt then hence In Knightly order ride, 'gainſt him, not onely Aided Perſia 'gainſt our power, but ſhakes our Kingdome with the power of hell, blake Ormandine, The inchanted Garden-keeper; if that thou dar'ſt Attempt, and bring his head, I will not onely Quittance this miſchance, which makes me wretched, But halfe my part of this large Crowne Is thine, and when I dye, David of Wales reignes King of Tartary; Speake comfortable words of the attempt. It is the oath of Knight-hood I have tane, and here Againe before you I will take, from hence being parted, ne're to make ſtay more than a nights Repoſe till I am there, and being there, By all the honours of a Knight I vow Blacke Ormandines head, and lay it at your feete: This, by the honour of a Knight, Ile do, or dye in the attempt. 'Tis enough; riſe noble David, So, nw ſhall I be reveng'd for my ſonnes life, Without the clamour of the world for it: Thou bring his head, poore Knight, thou maiſt as well Rob love of lightning, or claſpe a hand Garnado, Being fir'd: to morrow morning you ſhall forward ſet; On with the Herſe till you returne We ſorrowes path ſhall tread, And bury griefe when thou bringſt Arands head.