The Trial of Chivalry (This Gallant Cavaliero Dick Bowyer) · chunk 33 of 38
Anonymous · published 1605 · first performed or written 1601 [1599-1604] (Annals) romance · Derby's (Strange's) Men unassigned nearest T0 Court life: dukes, favour and honour · 504 words
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Why, that this place is death, As being thy Tent, environed with thy slaves; Where if I kill thee, 'tis impossible To scape with life: this, Bourbon, thou wouldst say: But Philip is not to be moved with words. Philip! I Philip, Bellamira's Love, Whose beauty, villain, thou hast poisoned: For which I have vowed thy death, and thou shalt die. Therefore betake you to what fence you will, Amongst this bundle choose one weapon forth, And like a worthy Duke prepare thyself, In knightly manner to defend thy life: For I will fight with thee, and kill thee too, Or thou shalt give an end unto my life. But if thou call unto thy slaves for help, Bourbon, my sword shall nail thee to the wall: And think Prince Philip is a Prince indeed, To give thee this advantage for thy life. Boy, I will scourge your insolence with death. Come on. Oh, I am slain. Murder, murder, Bourbon the Duke is slain. Peace, Rodorick, I am Philip thy dear friend. Thou art a counterfeit, I know thee not. Didst not thou guide me unto Bourbon's Tent? I guide thee to the Tent? I know thee not. What, murder, ho: will no man hear my voice? Yes, here are those can hear well enough. Where is the murdered, and the murderer? Peter, behold thy masters breathless trunk, And there's Prince Philip that hath murdered him. To avoid prolixity, I'll kill him: Yet first give me leave to weep for my master. First, seize the murderer, and after weep. He that first ventures to attach my life, Let him be sure he hath a life to spare: For I will send one breathless to the grave. You that have nine lives, assault the gentleman. What peasants, dare you not attach the slave? I'll raise the whole Camp, but i'll apprehend him. Alarum drums: Soldiers, encircle him, And either apprehend or slay the wretch. 'tis princely Philip, help to rescue him. What slaves are these that dare oppose themselves, In rescue of a murderer 'gainst an Host? Such as will make thee, Rodorick, fly for life. Zounds, men are mortal; to avoid prolixity, my Lord of Orleans, your best course is flying, and therein I will be your follower. Fly before three, and be thus strong? 'Twere madness. We trifle time, let's drive them from the Tent. Live, worthy Philip, Pembroke bids thee live, That did suspect this complot at the tomb, When in the honour of Prince Ferdinand, You did resign your shield. Th'Earl of Pembroke! And Ferdinand that loves thee as his soul. Two lives I owe my stars, beside mine own, In sending me two friends of such import. Durst you adventure thorough the enemy's Camp, And put your lives in danger to save mine? The rumour of the Duke of Bourbon's death, Hath so possessed the Camp with admiration, That they regardless suffer all to pass: Only this, Rodorick wakens them a little; But cannot wean them from their wondering minds.
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Why, that this place is death, As being thy Tent, enuiron'd with thy ſlaues; Where if I kill thee, tis impoſſible To ſcape with life: this, Burbon, thou wouldſt ſay: But Philip is not to be mou'd with words. Philip! I Philip, Bellamiraes Loue, Whoſe beauty, villayne, thou haſt poyſoned: For which I haue vow'd thy death, and thou ſhalt dye. Therefore betake you to what fence you will, Amongſt this bundle chuſe one weapon forth, And like a worthy Duke prepare thy ſelfe, In knightly maner to defend thy life: For I will fight with thee, and kill thee too, Or thou ſhalt giue an end vnto my life. But if thou call vnto thy ſlaues for helpe, Burbon, my ſword ſhall nayle thee to the wall▪ And thinke Prince Philip is a Prince indeed, To giue thee this aduantage for thy life. Boy, I will ſcourge your inſolence with death. Come on. Oh, I am ſlayne. Murder, murder, Burbon the Duke is ſlayne. Peace, Rodorick, I am Philip thy deare friend. Thou art a counterfet, I know thee not. Didſt not thou guide me vnto Burbons Tent? I guide thee to the Tent? I know thee not. What, murder, ho: will no man heare my voyce? Yes, here are thoſe can heare well ynough. Where is the murdered, and the murderer? Peter, behold thy maſters breathleſſe truncke, And there's Prince Philip that hath murdered him. To auoyd prolixity, Ile kill him: Yet firſt giue me leaue to weepe for my maſter. Firſt, ſeyze the murderer, and after weepe. He that firſt ventures to attach my life, Let him be ſure he hath a life to ſpare: For I will ſend one breathleſſe to the graue. You that haue nyne liues, aſſault the gentleman. What peaſants, dare you not attach the ſlaue? Ile rayſe the whole Campe, but ile apprehend him. Alarum drummes: Souldiers, incircle him, And eyther apprehend or ſlay the wretch. Tis princely Philip, helpe to reſcue him. What ſlaues are theſe that dare oppoſe thēſelues, In reſcue of a murderer 'gainſt an Hoſt? Such as will make thee, Rodorick, fly for life. Zounds, men are mortall; to auoyd prolixity, my Lord of Orleance, your beſt courſe is flying, and therein I will be your follower. Fly before three, and be thus ſtrong? 'Twere madneſſe. We trifle time, let's driue them from the Tent. Liue, worthy Philip, Pembrooke bids thee liue, That did ſuſpect this complot at the tombe, When in the honour of Prince Ferdinand, You did reſigne your ſhield. Th'Earle of Pembrooke! And Ferdinand that loues thee as his ſoule. Two liues I owe my ſtarres, beſide mine owne, In ſending me two friends of ſuch import. Durſt you aduenture thorow the enemies Campe, And put your liues in danger to ſaue mine? The rumour of the Duke of Burbons death, Hath ſo poſſeſt the Campe with admiration, That they regardleſſe ſuffer all to paſſe: Only this, Rodorick wakens them a little; But cannot weane them from their wondring minds.