The Seven Champions of Christendom · chunk 27 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 · 477 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T13: knight, raph, lady, knights, george, master, squire, rafe, pray, god.
How happy now is Ormandine in this; I will no more Credit the Tablet I shall for ever rain, as now I do: Eternity shall seal my habitation here, The Britain Knight is now within my power, Charm hangs a drowsy rest upon his eyes, And he shall sleep his youth to a full age. As for the Arabian bird, and the proud Tartar, Revenge armed with destruction to them flies; Who seeks my life, without my pity dies. Come on sir Suckabus, how do you like this alteration? Nay, we are come to wear good cloth again, and we fill our bellies at other folks' cost: marry we part with cracked Crowns for our Ordinaries. They that in the low country-garrisons kill men for three shillings a week, are punies to us; by that time I have served but half my time, I shall be able to play with all the Fencers in Christendom. Leave your folly sir. Leave your prating sir, and then we'll leave our livings both together. Villain no more; How pleasant is this place, how fresh and clear, As when the last of April offers to sweet May The pride and glory of the youthful Spring, The lovers coupling time! the farther that I go, The more Elysium like it doth appear. Good Master let's go back again: I do not like this talking of Elysium; it is a place where good and honest men come in, and for mine own part, I am in the mind never to trouble it. I think so too: What's here the platform of a Garden? If that the Sun robbed in his brightest glory, Dazzle not mine eyes, it is the richest that I ever saw, The Paradise of some Deity:— Music too. ay, two Tailors are a dancing for a buttered bun. List Suckabus, hear'st thou no Music? I think I hear the Horsehead and the tongues. Most heavenly Music, follow me close, we'll see the guider of this heavenly sphere, For sure no mortal owns it. Pray Sir let's back again, I have no mind to 't, the Sun shines so hot, I fear we shall have some rain. What's here, a wonder past the other beauties far? A Brazen Pillar, through whose impregnable body Sticks a Sword, a Tablet, and Inscriptions Writ upon't, wonder falls on me! Be'st thou enchantment, thouart the loveliest shape That ever hell's Art strove to tempt withal: By your leave a little, it seems these are no secrets, Y'are open breasted, I must know your mind: We will not stand on doubts. I am the man, for England, oh y'are welcome Sir. Did not I tell ye? now shall I be roasted for Devils, and my bones scorched into small-coals: Where's the goodly weather that we had even now? where's the tongs and the Tailors a dancing.
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How happy now is Ormandine in this; I will no more Credit the Tablet I ſhall for ever raine, as now I doe: Eternity ſhall ſeale my habitation here, The Brittaine Knight is now within my power, Charme hangs a drouſie reſt upon his eyes, And he ſhall ſleepe his youth to a full age. As for the Arabian bird, and the proud Tartar, Revenge arm'd with deſtruction to them ſlies; Who ſeekes my life, without my pitty dyes. Come on ſir Suckabus, how doe you like this alteration? Nay, we are come to weare good cloth agen, and we fill our bellies at other folkes coſt: marry we part with crackt Crownes for our Ordinaries. They that in the low Countrey-garriſons kill men for three ſhillings a weeke, are punies to us; by that time I have ſerv'd but halfe my time, I ſhall be able to play with all the Fencers in Chriſtendome. Leave your folly ſir. Leave your prating ſir, and then wee'le leave our livings both together. Villaine no more; How pleaſant is this place, how freſh and cleare, As when the laſt of Aprill offers to ſweet May The pride and glory of the youthfull Spring, The lovers coupling time! the farther that I goe, The more Elizium like it doth appeare. Good Maſter let's goe back agen: I doe not like this talking of Elizium; it is a place where good and honeſt men come in, and for mine owne part, I am in the minde never to trouble it. I thinke ſo too: What's here the platforme of a Garden? If that the Sun rob'd in his brighteſt glory, Dazell not mine eyes, it is the richeſt that I ever ſaw, The Paradiſe of ſome Deity:—Muſicke too. Ey, two Taylers are a dancing for a butter'd bunne. Liſt Suckabus, hear'ſt thou no Muſick? I thinke I heare the Horſe-head and the Tongs. Moſt heavenly Muſick, follow me cloſe, Wee'le ſee the guider of this heavenly ſpheare, For ſure no mortall ownes it. Pray Sir lets backe againe, I have no minde to 't, the Sunne ſhines ſo hot, I feare we ſhall have ſome raine. What's here, a wonder paſt the other beauties farre? A Brazen Pillar, through whoſe impregnable body Sticks a Sword, a Tablet, and Inſcriptions Writ upon't, wonder falls on me! Bee'ſt thou inchantment, th'art the lovelieſt ſhape That ever hels Art ſtrove to tempt withall: By your leave a little, it ſeemes theſe are no ſecrets, Y'are open breaſted, I muſt know your mind: We will not ſtand on doubts. I am the man, for England, oh y'are welcome Sir. Did not I tell yee? now ſhall I be roaſted for Divels, and my bones ſcorcht into ſmall-coales: Where's the goodly weather that we had even now? where's the tongs and the Tailers a dancing.