Anonymous · published 1592 · first performed or written 1592 [c.1589-1592] (Annals) tragedy · Unknown unassigned nearest T13 Knights, squires and ladies · 507 words
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Who saw my Master? O sir, are you here? The Prince and all the outlandish Gentlemen, Are ready to go to the triumphs, they stay for you. Goe sirra, bid my men bring my horse, and a dosen slaues. You shall haue your horses and two dosen of slaues. Wish me good hap Perseda and I'll win Such glory, as no time shall e'ere race out, Or end the period of my youth in blood. Such fortune as the good Andromache, Wished valiant Hector wounded with the Greeks, I wish Erastus in his maiden wars. o'ercome with valour these high minded Knights, As with thy virtue thou hast conquered me, Heavens hear my hearty prayer and it effect. Brave knights of Christendom, and turkish both, Assembled here in thirsty honours cause, To be enroled in the brass leaved book, Of never wasting perpetuity. Put Lamblike mildness to your lions strength, And be our tilting like two brothers' sports, That exercise their war with friendly blows. Brave Prince of Cyprus, and our son in law, Welcome these worthies by their several countries, For in thy honour hither are they come, To grace thy nuptials with their deeds at arms. First welcome thrice renowned Englishman, Graced by thy country, but ten times more By thy approved valour in the field, Upon the onset of the enemy, What is thy motto when thou spurs thy horse. In Scotland was I made a Knight at arms, Where for my country's cause I charged my Lance: In France I took the Standard from the King, And give the flower of Gallia in my crest. Against the light foot Irish have I served, And in my skin bear tokens of their skins: Our word of courage all the world hath heard, Saint George for England, and saint George for me. Like welcome unto thee fair Knight of France, Well famed thou art for discipline in war, Upon the encounter of thine enemy, What is thy mot renowned Knight of France. In Italie I put my knighthood on, Where in my shirt but with my single Rapier, I combated a Roman much renowned, His weapon's point empoisoned for my bane, And yet my stars did bode my victory, Saint Denis is for France and that for me. Welcome Castilian too amongst the rest, For fame doth sound thy valour with the rest: Upon thy first encounter of thy foe, What is thy word of courage brave man of Spain? At fourteen years of age was I made Knight, When twenty thousand Spaniards were in field, What time a daring Rutter made a challenge To change a bullet with our swift flight shot, And I with single heed and level hit, The haughty challenger and struck him dead. The golden Fleece is that we cry upon, And Iaques, Iaques, is the Spaniard's choice. Next, welcome unto thee renowned Turk, Not for thy lay, but for thy worth in arms: Upon the first brave of thine enemy, What is thy noted word of charge, brave Turk?
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Who saw my Master? O sir, are you heeere? The Prince and all the outlandish Gentlemen, Are ready to goe to the triumphs, they stay for you. Goe sirra, bid my men bring my horse, and a dosen slaues. You shall haue your horses and two dosen of slaues. Wish me good hap Perseda and Ile winne Such glory, as no time shall ere race out, Or end the period of my youth in blood. Such fortune as the good Andromache, Wisht valiant Hector wounded with the Greekes, I wish Erastus in his maiden warres. Orecome with valour these high minded Knights, As with thy vertue thou hast conquered me, Heauens heare my harty praier and it effect. Braue knights of Christendome, and turkish both, Assembled he ere in thirsty honors cause, To be enrolled in the brasse leaued booke, Of neuer wasting perpetuitie. Put Lambe-like mildenes to your Lyons strength, And be our tilting like two brothers sportes, That exercise their war with friendly blowes. Braue Prince of Cipris, and our sonne in law, Welcome these worthies by their seuerall countries, For in thy honor hither are they come, To grace thy nuptials with their deeds at armes. First welcome thrise renowned Englishman, Graced by thy country, but ten times more By thy approued valour in the field, Vpon the onset of the enemy, What is thy motto when thou spurres thy horse. In Scotland was I made a Knight at armes, Where for my countries cause I chargde my Launce: In France I tooke the Standard from the King, And giue the flower of Gallia in my crest. Against the light foote Irish haue I serued, And in my skinne beare tokens of their skenes: Our word of courage all the world hath heard, Saint George for England, and saint George for me. Like welcome vnto thee faire Knight of Fraunce, Well famed thou art for discipline in warre, Vpon the incounter of thine enemy, What is thy mot renowned Knight of Fraunce. In Italie I put my knighthoode on, Where in my shirt but with my single Rapier, I combated a Romane much renownd, His weapons point impoysoned for my bane, And yet my starres did bode my victory, Saint Denis is for France and that for me. Welcome Castilian too amongst the rest, Forfame doth sound thy valour with the rest: Vpon thy first incounter of thy foe, What is thy woord of courage braue man of Spaine? At fourteene yeeres of age was I made Knight, When twenty thousand Spaniards were in field, What time a daring Rutter made a challenge To change a bullet with our swift flight shot, And I with single heed and leuell hit, The haughty challenger and strooke him dead. The golden Fleece is that we cry vpon, And Iaques, Iaques, is the Spaniards choice. Next, welcome vnto thee renowned Turke, Not for thy lay, but for thy worth in armes: Vpon the first braue of thine enemy, What is thy noted word of charge, braue Turke?