The Trial of Chivalry (This Gallant Cavaliero Dick Bowyer) · chunk 7 of 38
Anonymous · published 1605 · first performed or written 1601 [1599-1604] (Annals) romance · Derby's (Strange's) Men unassigned nearest T4 Love-longing and the lover's complaint · 478 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T4: love, heart, sweet, loves, fair, phillis, eyes, beauty, amyntas, lovers.
So puissant in his fortitude with men, And daunted with a silly woman's looks? How can that be? Yes, when you weigh the force Of your resistless and controlling beauty, It is your beauty: were his power and spirit Ten times more haughty venturous then it is, Compels it stoop in homage to your foot, As trembling Lambs, when they to Lions couch. 'Twas well he chose so good an Orator, To plead the imperfection of his cause. I should have that opinion of myself, If for my sake your Grace would favour him. Yes, for your sake we have endured his name; And for your sake we tolerate his suit: But when you cease to speak, than all that praise You have attributed to his desert, Seems borrowed from yourself, you are the man Whose eloquence compares with Cicero's. You are the man, whose knightly fortitude Lives in the world unprejudiced of any. You vanquish beauty, and enthrall the mind Of female weakness, with no lesser awe, Then Indian vassals stoop unto their Lords. The name of Ferdinand you have mista'ne: Say 'tis yourself, and then your whole discourse Observes the perfect method that it should. Should I be false and treacherous to my friend? I am entreated but to speak for him. But for yourself would be more acceptable. Oh pardon me, nor let immodest strain Cleave to my brow, my love is chastely bred, Other than Pembroke, Katharine never vows, Shall be enthronized in her maiden thoughts. Mistake me not, I say 'tis Ferdinand Dies in affection to your Deity. But in affection I survive to none, But only Pembroke. Will you be esteemed A cruel murderess of a loyal friend? Will Pembroke triumph in a woman's fall? You anger me, respect young Ferdinand. You please me not, to speak of Ferdinand. Nay, then 'tis time to go, or wrong my friend. Since, Madam, what I would I cannot do, Mine honour here bids me leave off to woo. Stay, Pembroke, Katharine will sue to thee, So shalt thou keep thy faith and loyalty. Tarry, sir, tarry, we want the length of your nose: nay, if you will not hear, i'll be so bold as follow your nose. Sir, tarry, tarry. He will not hear, nor (too unkind) look back. But, Madam, spite his heart you shall see this. Give me his picture: Image far more kind, Then is the substance, whence thou art derived! Which way soever I divert myself, Thou seemst to follow with a loving eye. Thee will I therefore hold within mine arms, As some small comfort to increasing harms. What means my second self by this long stay? I cannot rest till I be certified, What good or bad success my suit returns: But he is gone, and in fair Katherine's hand I see his picture. What may this pretend?
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So puiſſant in his fortitude with men, And daunted with a ſilly womans looks? How can that be? Yes, when you weygh the force Of your reſiſtleſſe and controwling beauty, It is your beauty: were his power and ſpirit Ten times more hauty ventrous then it is, Compels it ſtoope in homage to your foot, As trembling Lambs, when they to Lions couch. 'Twas well he choſe ſo good an Orator, To plead the imperfection of his cauſe. I ſhould haue that opinion of my ſelfe, If for my ſake your Grace would fauour him. Yes, for your ſake we haue indur'd his name; And for your ſake we tolerate his ſuite: But when you ceaſe to ſpeake, then all that prayſe You haue attributed to his deſert, Seemes borrowed from your ſelfe, you are the man Whoſe eloquence compares with Cceroes. You are the man, whoſe knightly fortitude Liues in the world vnpreiudic'd of any. You vanquiſh beauty, and inthrall the mind Of female weakneſſe, with no leſſer awe, Then Indian vaſſayles ſtoop vnto their Lords. The name of Ferdinand you haue miſta'ne: Say tis your ſelfe, and then your whole diſcourſe Obſerues the perfect method that it ſhould. Should I be falſe and trecherous to my friend? I am intreated but to ſpeake for him. But for your ſelfe would be more acceptable. Oh pardon me, nor let immodeſt ſtrayne Cleaue to my brow, my loue is chaſtely bred, Other then Pembrooke, Katharine neuer vowes, Shall be inthroniz'd in her mayden thoughts. Miſtake me not, I ſay tis Ferdinand Dyes in affection to your Deity. But in affection I ſuruiue to none, But onely Pembrooke. Will you be eſteem'd A cruell murdreſſe of a loyall friend? Will Pembrooke triumph in a womans fall? You anger me, reſpect young Ferdinand. You pleaſe me not, to ſpeake of Ferdinand. Nay, then tis time to go, or wrong my friend. Since, Madam, what I would I cannot doe, Mine honour here bids me leaue off to woo. Stay, Pembrooke, Katharine will ſue to thee, So ſhalt thou keepe thy fayth and loyalty. Tary, ſir, tary, we want the length of your noſe: nay, if you will not heare, ile be ſo bold as follow your noſe. Sir, tary, tary. He will not heare, nor (too vnkind) looke backe. But, Madam, ſpight his heart you ſhall ſee this. Giue me his picture: Image far more kind, Then is the ſubſtance, whence thou art deriu'd! Which way ſoeuer I diuert my ſelfe, Thou ſeemſt to follow with a louing eye. Thee will I therefore hold within mine armes, As ſome ſmall comfort to increaſing harmes. What meanes my ſecond ſelfe by this long ſtay? I cannot reſt till I be certified, What good or bad ſucceſſe my ſuite returnes: But he is gone, and in faire Katharines hand I ſee his picture. What may this pretend?