The Trial of Chivalry (This Gallant Cavaliero Dick Bowyer) · chunk 28 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 · 518 words
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Imperial France, give Bourbon leave to try The hazard of a combat with this Boaster. Dispatch, Navarre, one of you come forth, To interchange a warlike blow or two. First let us know what penalty thou setst Upon thyself, if thou be vanquished. A recantation of my former words, A servitude to him that conquers me: But whosoever is by me subdued, Must leave his Shield to beautify this shrine. Let not Navarre, my Lord, rob us of honour: Say, Bourbon first shall break a Lance with him. A scribe that privilege, my Lord, to me: And Rodorick will have death, or victory. No, noble Rodorick, Bourbon shall begin, And as he speeds, we will employ your power. Provide thee, Bourbon, I'll not favour thee. Be sure He show thee like hostility. Hold, the advantage is on thy side, The Duke of Bourbon shall hang up his shield. I'd rather have his life, than all your shields: Who is next? Zounds, I think he has a patten to take up all the Shields i'th' Country, hang me if thou want'st work, here's for Navarre, the earl of Pembroke & Cavaliero Bowyer: A thousand pound to a tailors bodkin, this fellow has a familiar: but howsoever, thou mayst thank my lame leg: there's my shield. Now Rodorick, betake you to your task. My fortune's answerable to the rest. Since all miscarry, France will put his chance Upon the hazard of the Dice for once. You are an Honourable foe, my Lord: By law of Arms, you must hang up your shield. I yield to law and thy approved valour. King of Navarre, will only you sit out? No, King of France, my blood's as hot as thine, And this my weapon shall confirm my words. Navarre down too! 'Sheart, this fellow hath the trick of it: If he be not a witch or some Devil, let me be sticked into a Carbinado. Thou son of Chivalry, let me now entreat, To know his name, for whom thou reap'st this honour: Or what he was, whose body's here interred? A valiant Knight, his name, young Ferdinand, Slain by misfortune of a friendly hand. Is it my son thou mak'st thy valour's prize, And strivest so to eternize with thy sword? Let me embrace thee. Not alone my shield, But I will leave my heart upon his shrine. My dearest Ferdinand, I would my sighs, Or sad lamenting tears might have the power, Like Balm to quicken thy benumbed joints, Then would I drown this marble ere I went, And heat it hot with vapour of my breath. Navarre, this now may testify thy wrong, In false accusing me for his remove. Thou mayst be guilty still for aught I know: For though I find him dead, I find not yet The Tragic manner of his hapless end. Thou mayst as well have murdered Ferdinand, As favour him hath poisoned Bellamira. Injurious king, it was base Ferdinand, On whom just heavens have shown just vengeance here, Ravished my Katharine and conveyed her hence, Where I shall never more behold her face.
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Imperiall France, giue Burbon leaue to try The hazzard of a combat with this Boaſter. Diſpatch, Nauarre, one of you come foorth, To enterchange a warlike blow or two. Firſt let vs know what penalty thou ſetſt Vpon thy ſelfe, if thou be vanquiſhed. A recantation of my former wordes, A ſeruitude to him that conquers me: But who ſo euer is by me ſubdued, Muſt leaue his Shield to beautifie this ſhrine. Let not Nauar, my Lord, rob vs of honor: Say, Burbon firſt ſhall breake a Launce with him. A ſcribe that priuiledge, my Lord, to mee: And Rodorick will haue death, or victory. No, noble Rodorick, Burbon ſhall begin, And as he ſpeedes, we will imploy your power. Prouide thee, Burbon, Ile not fauour thee. Be ſure He ſhew thee like hoſtility. Hold, the aduantage is on thy ſide, The Duke of Burbon ſhal hang vp his ſhield. Ide rather haue his life, then al your ſhelds: Who is next? Zounds, I think he has a patten to take vp all the Shields ith Countrey, hang mee if thou wantſt worke, heeres for Nauar, the earle of Pembrok & Caualiero Bowier: A thouſand pound to a Taylors bodkin, this fellow has a familiar: but howſoeuer, thou mayſt thank my lame legge: theres my ſhield. Now Rodorick, betake you to your taſke. My fortune's anſwerable to the reſt. Since all miſcarrie, Fraunce will put his chaunce Vpon the hazzard of the Dice for once. You are an Honorable foe, my Lord: By law of Armes, you muſt hang vp your ſhield. I yeld to law and thy approoued valour. King of Nauar, will onely you ſit out? No, King of Fraunce, my bloud's as hot as thine, And this my weapon ſhall confirme my words. Nauar down too! 'Shart, this fellow hath the tricke of it: If he be not a witch or ſome Deuill, let me be ſtickt into a Carbinado. Thou ſonne of Chiualrie, let me now intreate, To know his name, for whome thou reapſt this honour: Or what he was, whoſe bodie's heere interde? A valiant Knight, his name, yong Ferdinand, Slayne by miſfortune of a friendly hand. Is it my ſonne thou mak'ſt thy valours priſe, And ſtriu'ſt ſo to enternize with thy ſword? Let me imbrace thee. Not alone my ſhield, But I will leaue my heart vpon his ſhrine. My deareſt Ferdinand, I would my ſighes, Or ſad lamenting teares might haue the power, Like Balme to quicken thy benummed ioynts, Then would I drowne this marble e're I went, And heat it hote with vapour of my breath. Nauar, this now may teſtify thy wrong, In falſe accuſing me for his remoue. Thou maiſt be guilty ſtil for ought I know: For though I find him dead, I find not yet The Tragick maner of his haples end. Thou mayſt as well haue murdred Ferdinand, As fauour him hath poyſond Bellamira. Iniurious king, it was baſe Ferdinand, On whom iuſt heauens haue ſhown iuſt vengeance heere, Rauiſht my Katharine and conuayed her hence, Where I ſhall neuer more behold her face.