The Trial of Chivalry (This Gallant Cavaliero Dick Bowyer) · chunk 2 of 38
Anonymous · published 1605 · first performed or written 1601 [1599-1604] (Annals) romance · Derby's (Strange's) Men unassigned nearest T10 England and France: war, embassy and pea · 486 words
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Or rather comes it (Lewes) from thy soul? Thy Philip, the true Image of thyself? Thy Katharina, thy hearts chiefest joy? Princes, you ask, you know not what yourselves. Rodorick, they ask a sweet and pleasing boon. Why, they ask peace, and we are set for war. 'tis a bad peace exceeds not a just war. We will not rise from this submissive ground, Till we obtain, if not a peace, a truce. Nor shall our feet be guilty of new steps, Till I obtain a truce from murdering war. Show me some reason (son) for this demand. Show me some reason (children) for this prayer. I love the daughter of thine enemy. Fair Katharina hath enthralled my heart. I love the daughter of thine enemy, Fair Bellamira hath enthralled my heart. Is love the cause? then wherefore wage we war? What matter is't who wears both Diadems, When the Succession lives in either's heir? If Ferdinand be crowned King of Navarre, Fair Katharina shallbe crowned his Queen: If Philip wear the Diadem of France, Fair Bellamira made his lovely Queen, Sways half the Sceptre. See what heaven can do, Provide for peace, even in the jaws of war! How sweetly doth the Earl of Pembroke speak! Now trust me I am ravished with his voice. What says Navarre? what, is't war or peace? A truce for three months, so it please your Highness, During which time our children shall have leave, With Drum and Trumpet to survey the Camp, To Court our daughters, and to feast themselves, As fits the sons of honourable foes: And if it prove a match between them both, There end all difference, I'll bequeath my Crown, As a rich offering to their nuptial Rites. Here, strike the truce upon my kingly hand, Which is as surely ratified in this, As by the testimonial of a world. So now, for three months space all wars surcease, Our thoughts are wholly fixed on love and peace. Zounds, here's a truce made up by miracle. I'll cross it by a wily stratagem. What stratagem? By love to Bellamira. Oh could I dive into the PRINCE's heart, By any insinuation ne'er so base, How easily might I effect my plot, To make the Kingdom of Navarre mine own. 'Twere but a dram or so unto the son, And a small thing would send the old man hence. What, noble Rodorick, to gain a Crown, A Duke would do much. More than poison two: But you, my Lord, forget yourself too far, Know you to whom you have disclosed your heart? Why, to the Duke of Orleans. The dear friend of Lewes the French King. King me no Kings, Although we seem to be of several sides, Rodorick, we love together like true friends. This Truce gives aim to our intention: Assist me (worthy Orleans) to effect, First, my desired love, and next the Crown.
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Or rather comes it (Lewes) from thy ſoule? Thy Philip, the true Image of thy ſelfe? Thy Katharina, thy hearts chiefeſt ioy? Princes, you aske, you know not what your ſelues. Rodorick, they aske a ſweet and pleaſing boone. Why, they aske peace, and we are ſet for war. Tis a bad peace exceeds not a iuſt war. We will not riſe from this ſubmiſſiue ground, Till we obtayne, if not a peace, a truce. Nor ſhall our feet bee guilty of new ſteps, Till I obtayne a truce from murdering war. Shew me ſome reaſon (ſonne) for this demaund. Shew me ſome reaſon (children) for this prayer. I loue the daughter of thine enemy. Fayre Katharina hath inthrald my heart. I loue the daughter of thine enemy, Fayre Bellamira hath inthrald my heart. Is loue the cauſe? then wherfore wage we war? What matter iſt who weares both Diadems, When the Succeſſion liues in eythers heyre? If Ferdinand be crownd King of Nauar, Fayre Katharina ſhalbe crownd his Queene: If Philip weare the Diadem of France, Fayre Bellamira made his louely Queene, Swayes halfe the Scepter. See what heauen can doe, Prouide for peace, euen in the iawes of war! How ſweetly doth the Earle of Pembrooke ſpeake! Now truſt me I am rauiſht with his voyce. What ſayes Nauar? what, iſt war or peace? A truce for three moneths, ſo it pleaſe your Highnes, During which time our children ſhall haue leaue, With Drum and Trumpet to ſurueigh the Campe, To Court our daughters, and to feaſt themſelues, As fits the ſonnes of honourable foes: And if it proue a match betweene them both, There end all difference, Ile bequeath my Crowne, As a rich offering to their nuptiall Rites. Here, ſtrike the truce vpon my kingly hand, Which is as ſurely ratified in this, As by the teſtimoniall of a world. So now, for three moneths ſpace all warres ſurceaſe, Our thoughts are wholy fixt on loue and peace. Zounds, here's a truce made vp by miracle. Ile croſſe it by a wily ſtratageme. What ſtratageme? By loue to Bellamira. Oh could I diue into the Princes heart, By any inſinuation ne're ſo baſe, How eaſily might I effect my plot, To make the Kingdome of Nauarre mine owne. 'Twere but a dram or ſo vnto the ſonne, And a ſmall thing would ſend the old man hence. What, noble Rodorick, to gayne a Crowne, A Duke would doe much. More then poyſon two: But you, my Lord, forget your ſelfe too farre, Know you to whom you haue diſcloſde your heart? Why, to the Duke of Orleance. The deare friend of Lewes the French King. King me no Kings, Although we ſeeme to be of ſeuerall ſides, Rodorick, we loue together like true friends. This Truce giues ayme to our intention: Aſſiſt me (worthy Orleance) to effect, Firſt, my deſired loue, and next the Crowne.