Markham, Gervase / Machin, Lewis · published 1608 · first performed or written 1608 [1607-1608] (Annals) tragicomedy · Children of the King's Revels unassigned nearest T0 Court life: dukes, favour and honour · 498 words
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Well sir, I may go or so, but would my mistress take a standing of my preferment, I would so mount her, she should love strange things the better all her life after. Why when sir. And come sweet wife, nay neighbour let us have your company too. Holla, what are you? High marshal for the King, your Character. I likewise for the Queen, where lies your equal ground? Here underneath these walls, and there and there ground for the battles. Place there the Queen's seat, And there and there chairs for the combatants. Place here the lists, fix every joint as strong As 'twere a wall, for on this foot of earth This day shall stand two famous monuments, The one a throne of glory bright as gold, Burnished with angel's lustre, and with stars, Plucked from the crown of conquest, in which shall sit Men made half Gods through famous victory: The other a rich tomb of memorable fame, Built by the curious thoughts of noble minds, In which shall sleep these valiant souls in peace, Whom fortune's hand shall only overthrow. Heaven in thy palm, this day the balance hangs. Which makes Kings Gods, or men more great than Kings. So now let the heralds give the champion's sign Of ready preparations. What are you that appear, and what devoir Draws you within these lists? I am the Duke of Epire, and the mine, Which doth attract my spirit to run this marshal course, Is the fair guard of a distressed Queen, Would wed to hate and in equality and brutish force, Which to withstand I boldly enter thus, And will defail, or else prove recreant. And what are you or your intendiments? I am Alphonso marshal of this realm, Who of like tempered thoughts and like desires, Have grounded this my sanctimonious zeal, And will approve the Duke's assertions, Or in this field lie slain and recreant. Enter and prosper as your cause deserves. What are you that appear, and what devoir Draws you within these lists? I am the King of cypress, who led on By the divine instinct of heavenly love, Come with my sword to beg that royal maid, And to approve by gift of heaven and fate She is a one to me appropriate: Which to maintain I challenge entrance here, Where I will live a King or recreant. And what are you or your intendiments? I am less than my thoughts, more than myself, Yet nothing but the creature of my fate, By name my nature only is obscured, And yet the world baptized me Philocles. My entrance here is proof of holy zeal, And to maintain that no severe disdain, False shape of chastity, nor woman's will, Neglective petulance, or uncertain hope, Fowl vizard coins, nor seducing fame Should rob the royal temper of true love From the desired aim of his desires, Which my best blood shall witness, or this field Entomb my body made a recreant.
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Well sir, I may go or so, but would my mistresse take a standing of my preferment, I would so mount her, shee should loue strange things the better all her life after. Why when sir. And come sweete wife, nay neighbour let vs haue your company too. Holla, what are you? High marshall for the King, your Character. I likewise for the Queene, where lies your equall ground? Here vnderneath these walles, and there and there ground for the battailes. Place there the Queenes seate, And there and there chaiers for the combatants. Place here the lists, fixe euery ioint as strong As 'twere a wall, for on this foote of earth This day shall stand two famous monuments, The one a throne of glory bright as gold, Burnisht with angels luster, and with starres, Pluckt from the crowne of conquest, in which shall sit Men made halfe Gods through famous victory: The other a rich tombe of memorable fame, Built by the curious thoughts of noble mindes, In which shall sleepe these valiant soules in peace, Whom Fortunes hand shall only ouerthrow. Heauen in thy Palme, this day the ballance hings. Which makes Kings Gods, or men more great then Kings. So now let the heralds giue the champions signe Of ready preparations. What are you that appeare, and what deuoyre Drawes you within these lists? I am the Duke of Epyre, and the mine, Which doth attract my spirit to run this marshall course, Is the faire guard of a distressed Queene, Would wedde to hate and in equality and brutish force, Which to withstand I boldly enter thus, And will defaile, or else proue recreant. And what are you or your intendiments? I am Alphonso marshall of this realme, Who of like tempered thoughts and like desires, Haue grounded this my sanctimonious zeale, And will approue the Dukes assertions, Or in this field lie slaine and recreant. Enter and prosper as your cause deserues. What are you that appeare, and what deuoyre Drawes you within these lists? I am the King of Cypres, who led on By the diuine instinct of heauenly loue, Come with my sword to beg that royall maid, And to approue by gift of heauen and fate She is a one to me appropriate: Which to maintaine I challenge entrance here, Where I will liue a King or recreant. And what are you or your intendiments? I am lesse then my thoughts, more then my selfe, Yet nothing but the creature of my fate, By name my nature onely is obscur'd, And yet the world baptis'd me Philocles. My entrance here is proofe of holy zeale, And to maintaine that no seuere disdaine, False shape of chastitie, nor womans will, Neglectiue petulāce, or vncertaine hope, Foule vizard coynes, nor seducing fame Should rob the royall temper of true loue From the desired aime of his desires, Which my best bloud shall witnesse, or this field Intombe my body made a recreant.