The Trial of Chivalry (This Gallant Cavaliero Dick Bowyer) · chunk 15 of 38
Anonymous · published 1605 · first performed or written 1601 [1599-1604] (Annals) romance · Derby's (Strange's) Men unassigned nearest T48 Addressing a lady: love, desire and inti · 489 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T48: lady, love, heart, fair, eyes, la, lord, tears, fie, face.
I say not so. The garments that she wears, mine eye should know. What Lady's this that hides her heavenly face? Here are no Basilisks with killing eyes: You need not hide your beauty: sweet, look up, methinks I have an interest in these looks. What's here, a Leper amongst Noble men? What creatures this? why stays she in this place? Oh, 'tis no marvel though she hide her face: For 'tis infectious: let her leave the presence, Or Leprosy will cleave unto us all. O let me leave the presence, gentle father, When Philip bids his Bellamira go. My Bellamira! How? my sons beloved! Is this my love? was this your beauteous child? My child. My sister. Beauteous Bellamira. Spotted. Disfigured. Made a loathsome Leper. How came this sudden alteration? For she was comely, lovely, beautiful, When the day left his Chariot to the night. That heaven doth know, and only Bellamira. Daughter, I charge thee, tell me how it came. Bourbon, oh Bourbon. Did he do the deed? He came into my Tent at dead of night, And rubbed my face with an infectious herb, Because I would not grant unto his love. I cried for help, but none did succour me. I know he did, and laugh to think on't. And he shall rue his treason. Threaten not, Leave the revenge to me whom it concerns, 'tis I am robbed of a delicious look, A heavenly sparkling brow, a starry eye, A countenance fairer than Aurora's looks, When all the East is guilded with her blush. 'tis I will be revenged: but not before I have espoused my lovely Bellamira. Espoused her! How! marry a face deformed! A leprous creature! An infectious maid! One, whose sores are perchance incurable! Be they incurable, it is my Love, And for my sake she hath endured this wrong▪ And, should I now forsake her thus distressed, I could not merit a true lovers name. To show I love her, I will marry her, Before the month expire: nay in the morn: Delays, perchance, may make her think I scorn. Marry with me? fetch me a looking glass, That I may see how sweet a Bride I am. Oh, I detest myself: dear, hate me too: I am not to be married but to death. Though I were Empress of the spacious world, I de lay myself and Kingdom at thy feet. Live, noble Philip, joy some happier match: 'tis my unworthiness makes me deny thee. Thinkst thou, because thy face is spotted so, Thou art not worthy of thy Philip's love? Thy face to me was but a Marshal, To lodge thy sacred person in my mind, Which long ago is surely chambered there: And now what needs an outward Harbinger? I do affect, not superficially: My love extendeth further than the skin. The inward Bellamira 'tis I seek, And unto her will Philip be espoused. Oh admirable love!
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I ſay not ſo. The garments that ſhe weares, mine eye ſhould know. What Lady's this that hides her heauenly face? Here are no Baſilisks with killing eyes: You need not hide your beauty: ſweet, looke vp, Me thinks I haue an intereſt in theſe lookes. What's here, a Leper amongſt Noble men? What creatures this? why ſtayes ſhe in this place? Oh, tis no maruell though ſhe hide her face: For tis infectuous: let her leaue the preſence, Or Leproſie will cleaue vnto vs all. O let me leaue the preſence, gentle father, When Philip bids his Bellamira goe. My Bellamira! How? my ſonnes belou'd! Is this my loue? was this your beauteous child? My child. My ſiſter. Beauteous Bellamira. Spotted. Diſfigured. Made a lothſome Leper. How came this ſudden alteration? For ſhe was comely, louely, beautifull, When the day left his Charriot to the night. That heauen doth know, and onely Bellamira. Daughter, I charge thee, tell me how it came. Burbon, oh Burbon. Did he doe the deed? He came into my Tent at dead of night, And rubd my face with an infectuous herbe, Becauſe I would not graunt vnto his loue. I cry'd for helpe, but none did ſuccour me. I know he did, and laugh to thinke on't. And he ſhall rue his treaſon. Threaten not, Leaue the reuenge to me whom it concernes, Tis I am robd of a delicious looke, A heauenly ſparkling brow, a ſtarry eye, A countenance fayrer then Auroraes lookes, When all the Eaſt is guilded with her bluſh. Tis I will be reueng'd: but not before I haue eſpouſde my louely Bellamira. Eſpouſed her! How! marry a face deform'd! A leprous creature! An infectuous mayd! One, whoſe ſores are perchance incureable! Be they incureable, it is my Loue, And for my ſake ſhe hath indur'd this wrong▪ And, ſhould I now forſake her thus diſtreſt, I could not merit a true Louers name. To ſhew I loue her, I will marry her, Before the moneth expire: nay in the morne: Delayes, perchance, may make her think I ſcorne. Marry with me? fetch me a looking glaſſe, That I may ſee how ſweet a Bride I am. Oh, I deteſt my ſelfe: Deare, hate me too: I am not to be maryed but to death. Though I were Empreſſe of the ſpacious world, I de lay my ſelfe and Kingdome at thy feet. Liue, noble Philip, ioy ſome happyer match: Tis my vnworthineſſe makes me deny thee. Thinkſt thou, becauſe thy face is ſpotted ſo, Thou art not worthy of thy Philips loue? Thy face to me was but a Marſhall, To lodge thy ſacred perſon in my mind, Which long agoe is ſurely chambred there: And now what needs an outward Harbinger? I doe affect, not ſuperficially: My loue extendeth further then the skin. The inward Bellamira tis I ſeeke, And vnto her will Philip be epouſde. Oh admirable loue!