The Seven Champions of Christendom · chunk 26 of 43
Kirke, John · published 1638 · first performed or written 1635 [1634-1638] (Annals) romance · Red Bull Company (second) · Red Bull unassigned nearest T13 Knights, squires and ladies · 467 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T13: knight, raph, lady, knights, george, master, squire, rafe, pray, god.
My fears divine this is the man, By whom great Ormand falls: he's come unto the gates, And now stick fast my sword, and we are yet secure: So, in spite of all the tampering of your Arts We are got something near you now. This is the gate; what have we here? a Brazen Pillar, In it a golden sword, immured and riveted; A golden Tablet with inscriptions on't, Let me discourse with you a little first. Ormand be bold, secure, and free, Revel in arts strong potency, Till from the cold and Northern Clime, A Knight post on the wings of time. Ha, what's here? Till from the Northern Clime, A Knight post on the wings of time. A Northern Knight! why that's myself: Let's see a little farther. Being lighted on Tartary's ground, Of fame beloved by honour crowned. I am arrived here in Tartary, a Northern Knight, And for my same and deeds of Chivalry, with honour Hath been crowned in PRINCE's Courts: a little farther yet. From Brute descended, and his breast Is with a sanguine Cross be blessed. I have enough; David of Wales from Brute descended is, A Christian Knight, that wears the sanguine Cross, That must dissolve this black Enchantment here: Come let me clutch thy temper in my hand, Thus draw thee forth, and thus: will you not come? O you are not the man, ha, ha, Fear Vanish once again; go Spirits, seize that Knight, And bring him straight. Ormand and all laugh: Spirits with fiery Clubs, they fight. Knight, Knight forbear, In vain thy strokes are dealt against our power: Thou mayst as well number those briny drops, As cope with these, or scape with life, did not we pity thee; Spirits away. Art not thou Ormandine? The same; thy friend and Ormandine. That head I come for, and must ha''t. Runs at him with his sword, he puts it by with his wand. The body will not yet so part with it; This is the Tartars cruelty not thine; I know thy oath stands gauged to bring this head, Or not return; thus shalt thou save thy oath, Here shalt thou live, with Ormandine thy friend, Here spend thy days, crowned with delight and mirth, Pleasure shall be thy vassal to command, With new inventions, fresh varieties, And when thy dalliance would consort with love, Queens shall enfold thee in their Ivory arms, Which to affirm, and give thee love and liking, This waving of my wand above thy head, Dissolves this horror, and does give thee cause To change thy mind. What alteration's here! your pardon mighty Sir; Oh let me never, never part from hence. Be Master of your wish: come sit here by me, I'll rape your care, and captivate your eye.
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My feares devine this is the man, By whom great Ormand falls: hee's come unto the gates, And now ſticke faſt my ſword, and we are yet ſecure: So, in ſpight of all the tampring of your Arts We are got ſomething neare you now. This is the gate; what have we here? a Brazen Pillar, In it a golden ſword, immur'd and rivited; A golden Tablet with inſcriptions on't, Let me diſcourſe with you a little firſt. Ormand be bold, ſecure, and free, Revell in arts ſtrong potency, Till from the cold and Northerne Clime, A Knight poaſt on the wings of time. Ha, what's here? Till from the Northerne Clime, A Knight poaſt on the wings of time. A Northerne Knight! why that's my ſelfe: Let's ſee a little farther. Being lighted on Tarta y's ground, Of fame belv'd by honour crown'd. I am arriv'd here in Tartary, a Northerne Knight, And for my ſame and deeds of Chivaldry, with honour Hath been crown'd in Princes Courts: a little farther yet. From Brute deſcended, and his breſt Is with a ſanguine Croſſe be bleſt. I have enough; David of Wales from Brute deſcended is, A Chriſtian Knight, that we res the ſanguine Croſſe, That muſt diſſolve this blacke Inchantment here: Come let me clutch thy temper in my hand, Thus draw thee forth, and thus: will you not come? O you are not the man, ha, ha, Feare Vaniſh once agen; goe Spirits, ſieze that Knight, And bring him ſtraight. Ormand and all laugh: Spirits with fiery Clubs, they fight. Knight, Knight forbeare, In vaine thy ſtroaks are dealt againſt our power: Thou maiſt as well number thoſe briny drops, As cope with theſe, or ſcape with life, did not we pitty thee; Spirits away. Art not thou Ormandine? The ſame; thy friend and Ormandine. That head I come for, and muſt ha't. Runnes at him with his ſword, he puts it by with his wand. The body will not yet ſo part with it; This is the Tartars cruelty not thine; I know thy oath ſtands gag'd to bring this head, Or not returne; thus ſhalt thou ſave thy oath, Here ſhalt thou live, with Ormandine thy friend, Here ſpend thy dayes, crown'd with delight and mirth, Pleaſure ſhall be thy vaſſell to command, With new inventions, freſh varieties, And when thy dalliance would conſort with love, Queenes ſhall infold thee in their Ivory armes, Which to affirme, and give thee love and liking, This waving of my wand above thy head, Diſſolves this horrour, and does give thee cauſe To change thy minde. What alteration's here! your pardon mighty Sir; Oh let me never, never part from hence. Be Maſter of your wiſh: come ſit here by me, Ile rape your care, and captivate your eye.