The Trial of Chivalry (This Gallant Cavaliero Dick Bowyer) · chunk 8 of 38
Anonymous · published 1605 · first performed or written 1601 [1599-1604] (Annals) romance · Derby's (Strange's) Men unassigned nearest T14 Royal love, favour and dynastic relation · 508 words
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Thou hast done well indeed, in every part Thou showst complete & cunning workmanship: His eye, his lip, his cheek are rightly framed; But one thing thou hast grossly overslipped. Where is his stubborn unrelenting heart, That lurks in secret as his master doth, Disdaining to regard or pity me? Madam, his heart must be imagined By the description of the outward parts. O no; for then it would be tractable, Mild and applausive as the others be. No Prince, but Pembroke dwells in Katherine's eye, whose's that disturbs our pleasing solitude. Know you not me? my name is Ferdinand, Whose faithful love Lord Pembroke late commenced? Speak then for Pembroke as he did for you, Or else your bootless suit will soon be cold. Why, he was Orator in my behalf: If I should speak for him, as he for me, Then should I breath forth his passions, not mine own. ay, ay, 'tis so, the villain, in my name, Hath purchased her affection for himself, And therefore was he absent from the feast: And therefore shuns my sight, and leaves behind This counterfeit, to keep him still in mind. 'tis so, 'tis so, base Traitor, for this wrong My sword shall cut out thy perfidious tongue. I have run till I sweat, sweat till my shirt cleaves to my back, cried till I am hoarse, and am hoarse till I cannot cry, and yet he will not come back. No matter, fellow, I have here a pledge, Which I will zealously devote me to. There's thy reward, withdraw, my father comes. Where are these Lords? the one hath sat with me, And suddenly is risen from the board: The other came not at all. Daughter, saw you The Prince or Pembroke, which way they are gone? Back to their Tents, my Lord, as I suppose. Back to their Tents, and take no leave of us? Nay, than I fear their meaning was too smooth, And some black Treason covered in their smiles, Which we will seek immediately to prevent. Stand, give the word along, stand. Stand there. Lieutenant. Captain. Is the watch set in the king's quarter yet? An hour ago. Zounds, what foolish Cananites were they, to run in debt to their eyes for an hours sleep, sooner than they needed? Sergeant. Anon sir. Anon sir! s'hart, the Rogue answers like a Drawer: but 'tis the trick of most of these Sergeants, all clincum, clancum. God's dynes, I am an Onion, if I had not rather serve foremost in the forlorn hoop of a battle, or run point blank against the mouth of a double charged Cannon, then come under the arrests of some of their pewter pessels: zounds, 'tis hotter a great deal than hell mouth, & dives burning in Sulphur: but thou art none of the genealogy of them. Where must we watch tonight? In the furthest Trenches that confront the enemy's Camp. That's the next way to have all our throats cut. That cannot be, you know, Captain, there's a peace toward.
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Thou haſt done well indeed, in euery part Thou ſhewſt complete & cunning workmanſhip: His eye, his lip, his cheeke are rightly fram'd; But one thing thou haſt groſly ouer-ſlipt. Where is his ſtubborne vnrelenting heart, That lurkes in ſecret as his maſter doth, Diſdayning to regard or pity me? Madam, his heart muſt be imagined By the deſcription of the outward parts. O no; for then it would be tractable, Mild and applauſiue as the others be. No Prince, but Pembrooke dwels in Katharines eye, Whoſe that diſturbs our pleaſing ſolitude. Know you not me? my name is Ferdinand, Whoſe faithfull loue Lord Pembrooke late commenc't? Speake then for Pembrooke as he did for you, Or els your bootleſſe ſuite will ſoone be cold. Why, he was Orator in my behalfe: If I ſhould ſpeake for him, as he for me, Then ſhould I breathe forth his paſſions, not mine owne. I, I, tis ſo, the villaine, in my name, Hath purchaſd her affection for himſelfe, And therefore was he abſent from the feaſt: And therefore ſhuns my ſight, and leaues behind This counterfet, to keepe him ſtill in mind. Tis ſo, tis ſo, baſe Traytor, for this wrong My ſword ſhall cut out thy perfidious toung. I haue runne till I ſweat, ſweat till my ſhirt cleaues to my backe, cryed till I am hoarſe, and am hoarſe till I cannot cry, and yet he will not come backe. No matter, fellow, I haue here a pledge, Which I will zealouſly deuote me to. There's thy reward, withdraw, my father comes. Where are theſe Lords? the one hath ſate with me, And ſuddenly is riſen from the boord: The other came not at all. Daughter, ſaw you The Prince or Pembrooke, which way they are gone? Backe to their Tents, my Lord, as I ſuppoſe. Backe to their Tents, and take no leaue of vs? Nay, then I feare their meaning was too ſmoothe, And ſome blacke Treaſon couer'd in their ſmiles, Which we will ſeeke immediately to preuent. Stand, giue the word along, ſtand. Stand there. Lieutenant. Captayne. Is the watch ſet in the Kings quarter yet? An howre agoe. Zounds, what fooliſh Canaanits were they, to run in debt to their eyes for an houres ſleepe, ſooner then they needed? Sergeant. Anon ſir. Anon ſir! s'hart, the Rogue anſwers like a Drawer: but tis the tricke of moſt of theſe Sergeants, all clincum, clancum. Gods dynes, I am an Onyon, if I had not rather ſerue formoſt in the forlorne hoope of a battell, or runne poynt blancke againſt the mouth of a double charged Cannon, then come vnder the arreſts of ſome of their pewter peſſels: zounds, tis hotter a great deale then hell mouth, & Diues burning in Sulphur: but thou art none of the genealogy of them. Where muſt we watch to night? In the furtheſt Trenches that confront the enemies Campe. Thats the next way to haue all our throats cut. That cannot be, you know, Captaine, there's a peace toward.