The Trial of Chivalry (This Gallant Cavaliero Dick Bowyer) · chunk 29 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 · 505 words
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'tis false, and we'll maintain it with our swords. 'tis true, and we'll maintain it with our swords. By heaven, the tongue profanes the sacred name of Ferdinand with any villainy, I'll cut it out, or stop his throat with blood, And so damn in his blasphemous upbraids. Content thee, knight, I'll case thee of that labour. Tomorrow is expired the time of truce. France, on with thy Battalions to the plain Thou wast prepared before to pitch upon, I'll meet thee there. And I will meet with thee. Sound Drums and Trumpets: honoured knight, farewell: Who shall survive next morn, strange news shall tell. Thus heady rage, blind in her rash resolve Drew Ferdinand and me into the field, As now it doth these hot incensed kings. Were't not my vows prohibit my desire, To stay the inconvenience of this fight, I would discover where their Daughters are, To show the error they are shrouded in: But Time hath run a desperate course with me, And desperate let them run to misery: Here comes a Straggler of their Army. Stand. What voice is that presumes to bid me stand? His that can force thee, if thou wilt not stand. By this bright air reflecteth on my sword, If the whole Army of Navarre had said As much to Philip, yet he would not stand. And thou but one, how dar'st thou proffer it, Knowing how sharp a Spur doth prick me on, The death of Bourbon for my Bellamire? Hang up thy shield, as other knights have done, Upon the Hearse of noble Ferdinand, And thou mayest freely pass without control. The Hearse of Ferdinand! I honour him, He was the brother of my dearest Love, What's this I see? my father's battered shield! The shield of France! of Flanders! Bourbon's too! It can not then impeach or prejudice The name of Philip, to consort with such, Especially being done for Ferdinand. There is my shield: and Knight, but for my haste, I would expostulate of other things: But after traitorous Bourbon I have slain, Knight, look for me, i'll visit thee again. Now Rodorick, keep thy word, and I am blessed: But if thou fail, i'll forward with the rest. Successful action sit upon thy sword: This net of sorrows, I perceive, entangles Not only Pembroke, but the Court of France. Navarre and his associates are all touched. Time look upon us, and at last determine, This heart-dissevering tumults with a peace. Since, Ferdinand, by gracious providence, Thou art recovered of thy mortal wounds; With the new life thy body is revived, Revive the ancient passions of thy mind, Think on thy friend, on Pembroke take remorse, Whose honoured life, thy hasty hand cut off: This is the place, as I remember me. What's here? a Tomb? who hath prevented me In my religious duty to my friend? You, Knight, I doubt not, can resolve me. What art thou? stand. A Knight, and fain would know, What sacred monument and Tomb this is?
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Tis falſe, and wee'le mayntain it with our ſwords▪ Tis true, and wee'le mayntain it with our ſwords. By heauen, the toung prophanes the ſacred name of Ferdinand with any villany, Ile cut it out, or ſtop his throate with bloud, And ſo dam in his blaſphemous vpbraydes. Content thee, knight, Ile caſe thee of that labor. To morrow is expir'd the time of truce. Fraunce, on with thy Battalions to the plaine Thou waſt prepar'd before to pitch vpon, Ile meet thee there. And I will meet with thee. Sound Drums and Trumpets: honord knight, farewell: Who ſhal ſuruiue next morn, ſtrāge newes ſhal tel. Thus heady rage, blind in her raſh reſolue Drew Ferdinand and mee into the field, As now it doth theſe hot incenſed kings. Wer't not my vowes prohibit my deſire, To ſtay the inconuenience of this fight, I would diſcouer where their Daughters are, To ſhew the error they are ſhrouded in: But Time hath run a deſperate courſe with mee, And deſperate let them runne to miſery: Here comes a Straggler of their Army▪ Stand. What voice is that preſumes to byd me ſtand? His that can force thee, if thou wilt not ſtand. By this bright ayre reflecteth on my ſword, If the whole Army of Nauar had ſaid As much to Philip, yet he would not ſtand. And thou but one, how dar'ſt thou profer it, Knowing how ſharp a Spurre doth pricke me on, The death of Burbon for my Bellamire? Hang vp thy ſhield, as other knights haue done, Vpon the Hearſe of noble Ferdinand, And thou mayeſt freely paſſe without controule. The Hearſe of Ferdinand! I honor him, He was the brother of my deareſt Loue, What's this I ſee? my fathers batterd ſhield! The ſhield of Fraunce! of Flaunders! Burbons too! It can not then impeach or preiudice The name of Philip, to conſort with ſuch, Eſpecially being done for Ferdinand. There is my ſhield: and Knight, but for my haſte, I would expoſtulate of other things: But after traytrous Burbon I haue ſlayne, Knight, looke for me, ile viſit thee agayne. Now Rodorick, keepe thy word, and I am bleſt: But if thou fayle, ile forward with the reſt. Succeſfull action ſit vpon thy ſword: This net of ſorrowes, I perceyue, intangles Not only Pembrooke, but the Court of France. Nauar and his aſſociats are all toucht. Time looke vpon vs, and at laſt determine, This heart-diſſeuering tumults with a peace. Since, Ferdinand, by gracious prouidence, Thou art recouered of thy mortall wounds; With the new life thy body is reuiude, Reuiue the ancient paſſions of thy mind, Think on thy friend, on Pembrook take remorſe, Whoſe honord life, thy haſty hand cut off: This is the place, as I remember mee. Whats heere? a Tombe? who hath preuented me In my religious duty to my friend? You, Knight, I doubt not, can reſolue me. What art thou? ſtand. A Knight, and fayne would know, What ſacred monument and Tombe this is?