The Seven Champions of Christendom · chunk 42 of 43
Kirke, John · published 1638 · first performed or written 1635 [1634-1638] (Annals) romance · Red Bull Company (second) · Red Bull unassigned nearest T38 Death, parting and grief at court · 477 words
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You have outdone us in your noble mind: Brother of England, embrace this aged King: And reverend Sir, do you the like by him; This the seventh, which in this enterprise, Redeemed us from the hateful hands of treachery. I joy to see such worth abound in man, May honours spring send Garlands for thy brow, And victory still dwell on thy triumphant arm: I glory in your conquest. Which glory once more shines upon thy head; The hateful monster, that usurped so long, And kept poor Tenopas in dread and awe, Hath justice from his own hand done himself, And you are honour of your loss again: Therefore reserve it as our loving deed, And wear it as our favour. You so enrich me with your love and bounty, My life and kingdom is too poor to thank ye. Were I assured of my daughter's lives, I were ascended to my height of joy. Of that these gentlemen can more resolve ye. We never knew, nor saw no Ladies there. Why then they are dead: Sweet peace rest with their souls. As you are gentlemen use not a Prince so hardly: what I have done was merely out of love; because I would have you stayed men, men of biding, to be forth coming, though not every hour coming forth: Master George, for my Queen mother's sake, that killed your father and mother, and kept you in a Cave, have compassion upon me. Dispatch, and hang the slave. What shall I do now? I have been calling to my father for help, and he does nothing, but stands and laughs at me, and will not put my charm in my head. Nay come away good Suckabus. Which is the King of Macedon, I pray? I am my friend, but cannot save thy life, Because thou didst betray these gentlemen. I do beseech thy Kingly worship to save my life, & I will bring you where your daughters are. Thou pourest fresh blood into our empty veins, And melts the snow that lay upon my heart: Victorious Knights, as much renowned for pity, As for valour, upon my aged knees I beg the life Of this condemned wretch. You must not kneel: upon condition that thou dost perform, Thy words, we will not only give thee life, But guard on thee with rich rewards, and love: But if thy fear delude us, hoping to save thy life— Why you may hang me then, that's all the care I take. And wilt thou bring me to my daughter's friend? Come follow me, I'll lead you a dance. Three whitings they cockle, and set in their luddle, Sing bay Cock without a comb, sing cock a doodle. Look you, do you see those three Swans? these Swans were once the Daughters, Ducks and Darlings to the King of Macedon.
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You have out-done us in your noble minde: Brother of England, embrace this aged King: And reverend Sir, doe you the like by him; This the ſeventh, which in this enterpriſe, Redeem'd us from the hateful hands of treachery. I joy to ſee ſuch worth abound in man, May honours ſpring ſend Garlands for thy brow, And victory ſtill dwell on thy triumphant arme: I glory in your conqueſt. Which glory once more ſhines upon thy head; The hatefull monſter, that uſurpt ſo long, And kept poore Tenopas in dread and aw, Hath Iuſtice from his owne hand done himſelfe, And you are honour of your loſſe agen: Therefore reſerve it as our loving deed, And weare it as our favour. You ſo inrich me with your love and bounty, My life and kingdome is too poore to thanke yee. Were I aſſur'd of my daughters lives, I were aſcended to my height of joy. Of that theſe gentlemen can more reſolve yee. We never knew, nor ſaw no Ladies there. Why then they are dead: Sweete peace reſt with their ſoules. As you are gentlemen uſe not a Prince ſo hardly: what I have done was meerely out of love; becauſe I would have you ſtaid men, men of biding, to be forth comming, though not every houre comming forth: Maſter George, for my Queene mothers ſake, that kild your father and mother, and kept you in a Cave, have compaſſion upon me. Diſpatch, and hang the ſlave. What ſhall I do now? I have been calling to my father for helpe, and he does nothing, but ſtands and laughes at me, and will not put my charme in my head. Nay come away good Suckabus. Which is the King of Macedon, I pray? I am my friend, but cannot ſave thy life, Becauſe thou didſt betray theſe gentlemen. I doe beſeech thy Kingly worſhip to ſave my lifs, & I will bring you where your daughters are. Thou powreſt freſh blood into our empty veines, And melts the ſnow that lay upon my heart: Victorious Knights, as much renownd for pitty, As for valour, upon my aged knees I beg the life Of this condemned wretch. You muſt not kneele:upon condition that thou doſt performe, Thy words, we will not onely give thee life, But guard on thee with rich rewards, and love: But if thy feare delude us, hoping to ſave thy life— Why you may hang me then, that's all the care I take. And wilt thou bring me to my daughters friend? Come follow me, Ile lead you a dance. Three whitings they cockle, and ſet in their luddle, Sing bay Cocke without a combe, ſing cock a duddle. Looke you, doe you ſee thoſe three Swans? theſe Swans were once the Daughters, Ducks and Darlings to the King of Macedon.