The Seven Champions of Christendom · chunk 38 of 43
Kirke, John · published 1638 · first performed or written 1635 [1634-1638] (Annals) romance · Red Bull Company (second) · Red Bull unassigned nearest T46 Swords, quarrels and valour · 491 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T46: rapier, sword, fight, gentlemen, gentleman, kicked, kill, dagger, signor, valour.
Yes, and I am afraid you will know 'em to your Cost: there's not a man of these, but is able to cope With a whole army. Ha, ha, ha. You were best tell me I lie: Have you not heard of seven roaring boys, That made such a damnable thunder through the world, Making Gallimafries of all came in their way? O the Christian curs, what then? These are six of 'em, and I'm afraid the seventh, And that's my Master, George of England. Are these the men? beshrew me heart The largeness of their fame makes Brandron shrug. Do not you fear for all this; What will you say if I betray all these Champions to ye, And bring 'em all unarmed unto your mercy? I cannot love thee dearer if thou dost, But I am loath to venture thee my love. Take you no care for that, I'll do't, Give me the keys, and Then when i have got them in Unarmed, if we cannot make our parties good with 'em, Would you were hanged i'faith. Go and be fortunate, I long till thou returnest. There is no hope of entrance till he comes. Shall we obscure ourselves till then, Or face the Monster at his coming out? Obscure, no brother Andrew, here's not a man of us But singly dares both meet and cope with him: But soft, I hear the gates unlock, Each stand upon his guard, the Giant comes. Who this? This the mighty Brandron? If black Enchantments do not blind mine eyes, I well should know that habit and that person: Send me your judgements, know you not that face? 'Tis Suckabus, our brother George's man. You are not deceived Sir, I'm the very same. What Suckabus? Gentlemen, 'tis no wonder for us that are Champions to meet at though world's end: my master's i'th' Castle. How? 'Tis as I tell ye; we saw ye out of a window look about the Castle walls, and laughed heartily at ye, and so did the Ladies too. How, Ladies? Yes faith Ladies: my master hath killed the Giant, a foul great lubberly knave he was I'm sure a that: we had much ado with him ere he fell: but now have we the bravest life with the Ladies, we do nothing but dance with 'em all day long. You must come up unto my Master presently. With all our hearts; Lead the way good Suckabus. Nay not so hasty neither: my Master doth earnestly desire you, that you would deliver all your weapons to me, for fear of frighting the Ladies; there must no sign of a Soldier now appear, all must be lovers that do enter there. With all our hearts; take 'em, and lead the way. Why now it is as it should be; I'll bring you sweet linen and water to refresh you, and then into your pantables, and pump up the Ladies.
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Yes, and I am afraid you will know 'em to your Coſt: there's not a man of theſe, but is able to cope With a whole army. Ha, ha, ha. You were beſt tell me I lye: Have you not heard of ſeven roaring boyes, That made ſuch a damnable thunder through the world, Making Gallimafries of all came in their way? O the Chriſtian curres, what then? Theſe are ſixe of 'em, and I'me afraid the ſeventh, And that's my Maſter, George of England. Are theſe the men? beſhrew me heart The largeneſſe of their fame makes Brandron ſhrug. Doe not you feare for all this; What will you ſay if I betray all theſe Champions to yee, And bring 'em all unarm'd unto your mercy? I cannot love thee dearer if thou doſt, But I am loath to venture thee my love. Take you no care for that, Ile do't, Give me the keyes, and Then when i have got them in Vnarm'd, if we cannot make our parties good with 'em, Wou'd you were hang'd y'faith. Goe and befortunate, I long till thou returnſt. There is no hope of entrance till hee comes. Shall we obſcure our ſelves till then, Or face the Monſter at his comming out? Obſcure, no brother Andrew, here's not a man of us But ſingly dares both meete and cope with him: But ſoft, I heare the gates unlocke, Each ſtand upon his guard, the Giant comes. Who this? This the mighty Brandron? If blacke Inchantments doe not blinde mine eyes, I well ſhould know that habite and that perſon: Send me your judgements, know you not that face? 'Tis Suckabus, our brother Georges man. You are not deceiv'd Sir, I'me the very ſame. What Suckabus? Gentlemen, 'tis no wonder for us that are Champions to meete at tho worlds end: my maſter's i'th Caſtle. How? 'Tis as I tell yee; we ſaw yee out of a window looke about the Caſtle walls, and laught heartily at yee, and o did the Ladies too. How, Ladies? Yes faith Ladies: my maſter hath kild the Giant, a foule great lubberly knave he was I'me ſure a that: wee had much a doe with him ere he fell: but now have wee the braveſt life with the Ladies, we doe nothing but dance with 'em al day long. You muſt come up unto my Maſter preſently. With all our hearts; Lead the way good Suckabus. Nay not ſo haſty neither: my Maſter doth earneſtly deſire you, that you would deliver all your weapons to me, for feare of frighting the Ladies; there muſt no ſigne of a Souldier now appeare, all muſt be lovers that doe enter there. With all our hearts; take 'em, and lead the way. Why now it is as it ſhould be; Ile bring you ſweet linnen and water to refreſh you, and then into your pantables, and pump up the Ladies.