The Seven Champions of Christendom · chunk 40 of 43
Kirke, John · published 1638 · first performed or written 1635 [1634-1638] (Annals) romance · Red Bull Company (second) · Red Bull unassigned nearest T7 The Trojan war: conflict and its afterma · 501 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T7: hector, troy, achilles, greeks, aeneas, priam, ulysses, troilus, trojan, trojans.
Ha, what harebrained frantic Urchin have we there? Dost come to meet the Crows and chatting Pies? They'll make a banquet of thy carcase: Reserve your smooth-faced brow to play with Ladies, begone I say, and do not make reply, For if thou urge me to a porter's pains, The strong nerved Cyclops, who by ponderous weight, Forged out the gates of steel, ne'er laid such strokes, As I will on thy childish Burgonet. I say, thou seest I'm pitiful. Let pitty be accepted at thy hand by such as fear Thy bugbear terms, were thy deeds as much: Therefore descend, and to my hands deliver up the keys, With it those Virgins, undeflowred and wronged, The daughters to the King of Macedon, Or by the sacred Cross of Christendom, Under whose Banner George of England fights, I'll pitch thy head upon the wall thou standst, And Traitor like thy hateful limbs beside. O, we have heard of you before, but since you are so hot, I'll fetch a julip for to cool your blood, You shall be fought, and fought, and fought with too: Betake you to your tools, that valour tries, For ne'er till now you played your Master-prize, I do accept it: Brandron in this alone Do I find thee honourable: mean time, I will prepare to entertain them. Hollow once more, look up and see, If these thou conquerst, than thou cop'st with me, But not before: nay, never start, I know thou know'st 'em well, You ne'er so strange were, as you must be now: I keep those bonds which yoked your amities, And I have broke those bonds: these, once whate'er they were, Are now my subjects, and all sworn to fight In Brandron's quarrel, be it wrong or right. ay, and to die in't: question them I pray. Amazement throws his wonders on my head: Brother resolve me, is it so, or no? I see y'are prisoners to his power and will, But let me know the means that makes you so, Lives there no foul enchantment in this place? Brother not any. Monster, I know thou took'st 'em not in fight; The meanest of them them there that stands by thee, But with the quick flames of his resolution, Had scorched thee into ashes: give reason then How this should come to pass? One of you tell him, if you please you may. We all arrived at one Court, the Macedonian Kings, And coming hither in his wrongs behalf, Met with your Hellborn Suckabus, Who was before by Brandron entertained; No sooner we approached the Castle here, And made a gentle walk about the walls, But running to us with great signs of joy, that slave Came to us, told us yourself was here, And how the mighty Brandron by your hand was slain. Ha, ha, ha; oh my dainty boy, stand near my love, Here's none dares injure thee. Look how Master George on footback frowns on me, but I care not.
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Ha, what hare-braind frantick Vrchin have we there? Doſt come to meete the Crowes and chatting Pyes? They'le make a banquet of thy carkaſſe: Reſerve your ſmooth-fac'd brow to play with Ladies, Begon I ſay, and doe not make reply, For if thou urge me to a Porters paines, The ſtrong nerv'd Cyclops, who by pondrous waight, Forg'd out the gates of ſteele, neare laid ſuch ſtrokes, I will on thy childiſh Burgonet. thou ſee'ſt I'me pittifull. be accepted at thy hand by ſuch as feare Thy bug-beare tearmes, were thy deeds as much: Therefore deſcend, and to my hands deliver up the keyes, With it thoſe Virgins, undeflowr'd and wrongd, The daughters to the King of Macedon, Or by the ſacred Croſſe of Chriſtendome, Vnder whoſe Banner George of England fights, Ile pitch thy head upon the wall thouſtandſt, And Traitor like thy hatefull limbes beſide. O, we have heard of you before, but ſince you are ſo hot▪ Ile fetch a Iulip for to coole your blood, You ſhall be fought, and fought, and fought with too: Betake you to your tooles, that valour tries, For ne're till now you plaid your Maſter-prize, I doe accept it: Brandron in this alone Doe I finde thee honourable: meane time, I will prepare to entertaine them. Hollow once more, looke up and ſee, If theſe thou conquerſt, then thou copſt with me, But not before: nay, never ſtart, I know thou knowſt 'em wel, You ne're ſo ſtrange were, as you muſt be now: I keepe thoſe bonds which yoakt your amities, And I have broke thoſe bonds:theſe, once what ere they were, Are now my ſubjects, and all ſworne to fight In Brandrons quarrell, be it wrong or right. I, and to dye in't: queſtion them I pray. Amazement throwes his wonders on my head: Brother reſolve me, is it ſo, or no? I ſee y'are priſoners to his power and will, But let me know the meanes that makes you ſo, Lives there no foule inchantment in this place? Brother not any. Monſter, I know thou took'ſt 'em not in fight; The meaneſt of them them there that ſtands by thee, But with the quicke flames of his reſolution, Had ſcorcht thee into aſhes: give reaſon then How this ſhould come to paſſe? One of you tell him, if you pleaſe you may. We all arrived at one Court, the Macedonian Kings, And comming hither in his wrongs behalfe, Met with your Hell-borne Suckabus, Who was before by Brandron entertaind; No ſooner we approacht the Caſtle here, And made a gentle walke about the walls, But running to us with great ſignes of joy, that ſlave Came to us, told us your ſelfe was here, And how the mighty Brandron by your hand was ſlaine. Ha, ha, ha; oh my dainty boy, ſtand neare my love, Here's none dares injure thee. Looke how Maſter George on foote-backe frownes on me, but I care not.