The Seven Champions of Christendom · chunk 39 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 · 466 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T13: knight, raph, lady, knights, george, master, squire, rafe, pray, god.
Excellent Suckabus. Ha, ha, ha; how happy am I in this faithful boy? I have beheld through a chink, the Knights Brought in unarmed and weaponless: Oh my prosperous politician how I love thee: These were the Knights whom I did ever fear, And now I have 'em all mine own but one: Oh here comes my boy; the news, the news? My eyes best object; what are they springed my love? ay, they are my own, fast locked in a pitfold: But I have stranger news to tell thee than this. Say on, we are secure from fear and danger now. After my slight had fetched 'em in unarmed, And Caged my birds fast under lock and key, I went to fetch some weapons that I left Behind me at the gate porch: where peeping Through a keyhole, by more chance I spied my Master George of England, prancing his steed about the walls. What's he the seventh? ay, and the veriest kill-cow of 'em all, These are but very punies to him. Go and betray him as thou didst the rest. Nay soft, some wiser than some: he's no such fellow as ye take him for; he may hear me, but he'll see me hanged ere he trust me; for indeed I have been so trusty to him, that he'll be sure to truss, if he catch me. I will not venture thee: come, let's to these Knights, If they will yield unto our fair demands, And by that Christian power they do adore, Swear fealty and faithful love to us, To fight our battles, and our Champions prove, 'Gainst those that shall oppose our might and power, We are their friends, and they shall live in favour; But if denial breath from ones lip, He and the rest shall perish instantly: Follow me love. Through black Enchantments, misbelieving men, Wild beasts and monsters, and through death himself, Hath George of England made his passage, to the desire Of my longing thoughts; and by my Tedious travails have I now obtained, And here I am arrived, where ends my fame, Or deeper shall insculp my honoured name. The Castle bears a foul usurped title, Which I will read out of the tyrant's heart, And back deliver injured honours due, Or die in the attempt. A rich and stately building: How fast 'tis riveted into the Rock, As if the sure foundations and the walls were one, How gained the monster such a policy to vanquish, And still hold it as his own? I have no other way but one, and this is it, This sword must play the Pioneer for me, Which through Brandron's plaited coat of brass, Shall cut his passage to his heart: And thus I ring death's 'larum at his gate.
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Excellent Suckabus. Ha, ha, ha; how happy am I in this faithfull boy? I have beheld through a chinke, the Knights Brought in unarm'd and weaponleſſe: Oh my proſperous polititian how I love thee: Theſe were the Knights whom I did ever feare, And now I have 'em all mine owne but one: Oh here comes my boy; the newes, the newes? My eyes beſt object; what are they ſpring'd my love? I, they are my owne, faſt lockt in a pitfold: But I have ſtranger newes to tell thee than this. Say on, we are ſecure frhm feare and danger now. After my ſlight had fetcht 'em in unarm'd, And Cag'd my birds faſt under locke and key, I went to fetch ſome weapons that I left Behinde me at the gate porch: where peeping Through a key-hole, by more chance I ſpide my Maſter George of England, prancing his ſteede about the walls. What's he the ſeventh? I, and the verieſt kill-cow of 'em all, Theſe are but very punies to him. Goe and betray him as thou didſt the reſt. Nay ſoft, ſome wiſer than ſome: hee's no ſuch fellow as yee take him for; he may heare me, but he'le ſee me hang'd ere he truſt mee; for indeed I have beene ſo truſty to him, that he'le be ſure to truſſe, if he catch me. I will not venture thee▪ come, lets to theſe Knights, If they will yeeld unto our faire demands, And by that Chriſtian power they doe adore, Sweare fealty and faithfull love to us, To fight our battailes, and our Champions prove, 'Gainſt thoſe that ſhall oppoſe our might and power, We are their friends, and they ſhall live in favour; But if deniall breath from ones lip, He and the reſt ſhall periſh inſtantly: Follow me love. Through blacke Inchantments, miſbeleeving men, Wild beaſts and monſters, and through death himſelfe, Hath George of England made his paſſage, to the deſire Of my longing thoughts; and by my Tedious travailes have I now obtain'd, And here I am arriv'd, where ends my fame, Or deeper ſhall inſculpe my honour'd name. The Caſtle beares a foule uſurped title, Which I will read out of the Tyrants heart, And backe deliver injur'd honours due, Or dye in the attempt. A rich and ſtately building▪ How faſt 'tis rivited into the Rocke, As if the ſure foundations and the walls were one, How gaind'd the monſter ſuch a policy to vanquiſh, And ſtill hold it as his owne? I have no other way but one, and this is it, This ſword muſt play the Pioner for me, Which through Brandrons platted coat of braſſe, Shall cut his paſſage to his heart: And thus I ring deaths larum at his gate.