The Trial of Chivalry (This Gallant Cavaliero Dick Bowyer) · chunk 9 of 38
Anonymous · published 1605 · first performed or written 1601 [1599-1604] (Annals) romance · Derby's (Strange's) Men unassigned nearest T47 Knaves, thieves and bawds · 524 words
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A pox a peace, it keeps our Ancient whole; but s'hart our gaberdines go to wrack: but foutra: 'tis well known, since Dick Bowyer came to France, he hath showed himself a gentleman & a Cavaliero, and sets fear at's heels: and I could scape (a pox on it) th'other thing, I might haps return safe & sound to England; but what remedy? all flesh is grass, and some of us must needs be scorched in this hot Country. Lieutenant Core, prithee lead my Band to their quarter, and the Rogues do not as they should, cram thyself, good Core, down their throats, and choke them. Who stand Sentronel tonight, sir? That must I, Captain. You, Rafe Nod? zounds, soldiers, follow my discipline, say your prayers, you are all dead men, all dust and ashes, all worms meat. How so, Captain? Do you make him Sentronel? s'hart, he'll nod presently: and he do not sleep sitting upon the point of a Spanish needle, Dick Bowyer's a very shuttlecock. Nod! zounds, he is one of the nine sleepers, a very Dormouse: & I had a Pageant to present, of the seven deadly sins, he should play Sloth: and he did not sleep when he should speak his part, I am a Badger. That's true, you have half the nature of a Badger, for one leg is shorter than another. Zounds, you Rogue, do not you know that? I'll tell you: s'hart, and I lie, call me Iebuzite. Once as I was fighting in S. George's fields, and blind Cupid seeing me, and taking me for some valiant Achilles, he took his shaft, and shot me right into the left heel, and ever since, Dick Bowyer hath been lame: but my heart is as sound as a bell, heart of Oak, spirit, spirit. Lieutenant, discharge Nod, and let Cricket stand Sentronel, till I come. He shall, Captain. On afore, strike Drum, march soldiers, keep your place, Nod: lusty my hearts, for the honour of England, & our brave General, the Earl of Pembroke. So, I have discharged myself of these. Hot shot! now to my love: some may say, the tale of Venus loving Mars, is a fable: but he that is a true soldier, and a Gent. as Dick Bowyer is, & he do not love some varlet or other, zounds, he is worse than a gaping Oyster without liquour. There's a pretty sweet faced mother that waits on the princess, that I have some mind to; but a whorson Achitophel, a parasite, a rogue, one whose face looks worse than a tailor's cushion, of old shreds & colours; zounds, like a weavers leg, in an old ditch feeding horseleeches, & this trotter is my rival, & loves Thomasin: his name is Peter de Lyons; but s'hart (I will not swear neither) if I do not turn Rich. Cour de Lion with him, if I do not tear out his heart and eat it with mustard, let him say Dick Bowyer's a mackerel. Yonder he comes with my Property hand in hand. Zounds, I say nothing: but i'll hear what they say, and determine afterward.
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A pox a peace, it keeps our Ancient whole; but s'hart our gaberdines go to wrack: but futra: tis well known, ſince Dick Bowyer came to Fraunce, he hath ſhewed himſelfe a gentleman & a Caualiero, and ſets feare at's heeles: and I could ſcape (a pox on it) th'other thing, I might haps return ſafe & ſound to England; but what remedy? al fleſh is graſſe, and ſome of vs muſt needes be ſcorcht in this hote Countrey. Lieutenant Core, prithee lead my Band to their quarter, and the Rogues do not as they ſhould, cram thy ſelfe, good Core, downe their throats, and choak them. Who ſtand Sentronell to night, ſir? That muſt I, Captayne. You, Rafe Nod? zounds, ſoldiers, follow my diſcipline, ſay your prayers, you are all dead men, all duſt and aſhes, all wormes meat. How ſo, Captayne? Doe you make him Sentronell? s'hart, heele nod preſently: and he do not ſleepe ſitting vpon the poynt of a Spaniſh needle, Dicke Bowyer's a very ſhittlecocke. Nod! zounds, he is one of the nine ſleepers, a very Dormouſe: & I had a Pageant to preſent, of the ſeuen deadly ſinnes, hee ſhould play Slouth: and he did not ſleepe when he ſhould ſpeake his part, I am a Badger. That's true, you haue halfe the nature of a Badger, for one leg is ſhorter then another. Zounds, you Rogue, doe not you know that? Ile tell you: s'hart, and I lye, call me Iebuzite. Once as I was fighting in S. Georges fields, and blind Cupid ſeeing me, and taking me for ſome valiant A chilles, he tooke his ſhaft, and ſhot me right into the left heele, and euer ſince, Dick Bowyer hath beene lame: but my heart is as ſound as a bell, heart of Oake, ſpirit, ſpirit. Lieutenant, diſcharge Nod, and let Cricket ſtand Sentronell, till I come. He ſhall, Captayne. On afore, ſtrike Drum, march ſoldiers, keepe your place, Nod: luſty my harts, for the honor of England, & our braue Generall, the Earle of Pembrooke. So, I haue diſcharg'd my ſelfe of theſe. Hot ſhot! now to my loue: ſome may ſay, the tale of Venus louing Mars, is a fable: but he that is a true ſoldier, and a Gent. as Dick Bowyer is, & he do not loue ſome varlet or other, zounds, he is worſe then a gaping Oyſter without liquor. There's a prety ſweet fac't mother that waits on the princeſſe, that I haue ſome mind to; but a whorſō Achitophel, a paraſite, a rogue, one whoſe face looks worſe thē a Tailors cuſhen, of old ſhreds & colours; zounds, like a weauers leg, in an old ditch feeding horſeleaches, & this trotter is my ryual, & loues Thomaſin: his name is Peter de Lions; but s'hart (I will not ſweare neither) if I do not turne Rich. Cor de Lion with him, if I do not teare out his heart and eate it with muſtard, let him ſay Dick Bowyer's a Mackarell. Yonder hee comes with my Property ha`d in hand. Zoūds, I ſay nothing: but ile heare what they ſay, and determine afterward.