The Trial of Chivalry (This Gallant Cavaliero Dick Bowyer) · chunk 38 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 · 511 words
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Had I my Katharina once again, Our joy were then stretched to the highest strain: But she was ravished, and then murdered. Bear not that hard opinion: Rodorick's tongue Slandered that Prince, and did his virtue wrong. Lewis of France, hear what an English Earl Speaks in the front and view of all thy Host: If ever Ferdinand stained Katherine's honour, I was a party: yet in all your Camp, Who dares step forth and call me ravisher? No, France, know Pembroke is an Englishman, Highly derived, yet higher in my thoughts; And for to register mine acts in brass, Which all-devouring time shall ne'er raze out, Have I through all the Courts of Christendom, In knightly trial proved my virtue sound, Raised England's fame aloft; and shall I now, In her next continent, her neighbour Realm. France, on whose bosom I may stand and see That blessed soil, that bred and fostered me, Soil all my late got honour, to consent Unto a royal PRINCE's ravishment? I'd sooner from a mountain cast myself, Or from a hungry Lion tear his prey, Then dare to act a deed so infamous: But words are air: Lewis, behold this face; This proves our honour clear from all disgrace. My Katharine! My dear sister! My fair Love! See, Princes, loves effect: she flies your hand, To live embraced with her dear Ferdinand. And heaven forbid that we should sunder them. Navarre, reach me thy hand: grim war is fled, And peace shall end the same in a nuptial bed. Son Philip, ratify your sister's choice. even with my soul: for ever live you blessed. Oh Bellamira, had not cursed Bourbon, For beauty robbed thy cheeks with Leprosy: Hadst thou but stayed with me, as is their state, So had been mine, happy and fortunate. By your leave, sweet bloods: may a Gentleman or so, deceive two or three ounces of words in this assembly? You may. Is there not a young king's son amongst you, who treading the steps of his father, is called Philip? I am the man thou seekst. Then the old saying is verified, He that seeks, shall find. Here is a poor kinswoman of mine would desire some private conference with you, or so. With me? whom see I? Bellamira! Daughter! Do not deride my woes, speak, speak, I pray. Look not so strange, it is thy lovely Love, Thus managed, to approve thy constancy. Embrace her then: and now Navarre and France, Here end your strife, and let all hatred fall, And turn this war to Hymen's festival. This Pembroke's counsel we subscribe unto. The like doth France: Lovers embrace your Loves; And Captains, join your Bands, mix power with power, And let those swords, which late were drawn for death, Sleep in their sheaths. You, worthy Pembroke, And all your followers, shall receive our favours, In plenteous largesse: so, set on to Court; Sound Drums and Trumpets, deaf the air with cries, And fill each subjects heart with joys increase, T'applaud our children's love, and this days peace.
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Had I my Katharina once agayne, Our ioy were then ſtretcht to the higheſt ſtrayne: But ſhe was rauiſht, and then murthered. Beare not that hard opinion: Rodoricks toung Slaundred that Prince, and did his vertue wrong. Lewis of Fraunce, heare what an Engliſh Earle Speaks in the front and view of all thy Hoſt: If euer Ferdinand ſtaynd Katharines honour, I was a party: yet in all your Campe, Who dares ſtep forth and call me rauiſher? No, Fraunce, know Pembroke is an Engliſhman, Highly deriu'd, yet higher in my thoughts; And for to regiſter mine acts in braſſe, Which all-deuouring time ſhall ne're race out, Haue I through all the Courts of Chriſtendome, In knightly tryall prou'd my vertue ſound, Raiſd Englands fame aloft; and ſhall I now, In her next continent, her neighbour Realme. Fraunce, on whoſe boſome I may ſtand and ſee That bleſſed ſoyle, that bred and foſtred me, Soyle all my late got honour, to conſent Vnto a royall Princes rauiſhment? Ide ſooner from a mountayne caſt my ſelfe, Or from a hungry Lyon teare his pray, Then dare to act a deed ſo infamous: But words are ayre: Lewis, behold this face; This proues our honour cleere from all diſgrace. My Katharine! My deare ſiſter! My fayre Loue! See, Princes, loues effect: ſhe flies your hand, To liue imbrac't with her deare Ferdinand. And heauen forbid that we ſhould ſunder them. Nauar, reach me thy hand: grym war is fled, And peace ſhall end the ſame in a nuptiall bed. Sonne Philip, ratify your ſiſters choyce. Euen with my ſoule: for euer liue you bleſt. Oh Bellamira, had not curſed Burbon, For beauty robd thy cheeks with Leproſie: Hadſt thou but ſtayd with me, as is their ſtate, So had bin mine, happy and fortunate. By your leaue, ſweet blouds: may a Gentleman or ſo, deceyue two or three ounces of words in this aſſembly? You may. Is there not a young Kings ſonne amongſt you, who treading the ſteps of his father, is called Philip? I am the man thou ſeekſt. Then the old ſaying is verified, He that ſeeks, ſhall find. Heere is a poore kinſwoman of mine would deſire ſome priuate conference with you, or ſo. With me? whom ſee I? Bellamira! Daughter! Do not deride my woes, ſpeake, ſpeake, I pray. Looke not ſo ſtrange, it is thy louely Loue, Thus manag'd, to approue thy conſtancy. Embrace her then: and now Nauar and Fraunce, Here end your ſtrife, and let all hatred fall, And turne this warre to Hymens feſtiuall. This Pembrooks counſell we ſubſcribe vnto. The like doth France: Louers imbrace your Loues; And Captaines, ioyne your Bands, mix power with power, And let thoſe ſwords, which late were drawne for death, Sleepe in their ſheathes. You, worthy Pembrooke, And all your followers, ſhall receyue our fauours, In plenteous largeſſe: ſo, ſet on to Court; Sound Drums and Trumpets, deafe the ayre with cryes, And fill eche ſubiects heart with ioyes increaſe, T'applaud our childrens loue, and this dayes peace.