Heywood, Thomas · published 1615 · first performed or written 1594 (Annals) romance · Worcester's Men · Red Bull unassigned nearest T10 England and France: war, embassy and pea · 509 words
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This bickering will but keep our arms in ure, The holy battles better to endure. Well, God for us, for our intent is good: Charged be their souls with all this Christian blood. What art thou brav'st the County Palatine? My name is Robert Duke of Normandy. Speak, will ye all retire the way ye came? God keep Duke Robert from so foul a shame. Basely retire when we have marched thus far? First we'll unpeople this thy Land by war. Then will we drive you back by our main force, And seize upon your Troops of Foot and Horse. So say you: but should you attempt to do't, We straight should overthrow you Horse and Foot. So said, so done, brave Lord, were gallant play. But you would at the first push shrink away. No proud Italians all our spirits are fire, Which burns not downward, but is made t'aspire. Prince we confess we did forget ourselves, Presuming on that ancient privilege Which every Christian brother Prince should claim One in the interest of another's name. An error we confess, though not a fault. But basely with dishonour back to fly, And to be held as cowards we deny. And nothing else can satisfy mine ire, But whence ye came the same way to retire. And that I'll never do. Nor I. Nor I. Then shall ye on these Lombard Champains die. To Arms brave Soldiers. Strike up warlike Dumb. Prepare you, Christian Princes, now we come. Stay brave Prince Tancred, stay great Norman Duke. Out of my zeal to God and Christendom, To staunch the blood which should be broached this day, Unto the grief of all that honour CHRIST, And joy to such as love Idolatry: I make this challenge general through the Host Of him that interrupts us on our way. If any proud Italian dare take up The honoured gage which I have here thrown down, And fight a single combat for our passage; These shall be made our strict conditions. If him I conquer, all our Host shall march Without all let and contradiction: If I be vanquished by thy champion's hand, Our Army shall march back out of thy land. A Princely motion to save Christian blood. Great Prince of Italy, upon my knee I humbly beg I may thy Champion be. Thou hast thy suit; thy valour hath been tried: With a rough brow see thou confront his pride. Then what ten thousand Christian lives should right, These two brave Lords will end in single fight. It is agreed. Stand to't, brave Outlaw-brother Would I were one of them. And I the other. What weapon wilt thou use? That which next comes. Give me this partisan: now strike up drums. Give me this soldiers; Trumpet, sound a charge: I'll stop the passage which he seeks t'enlarge. Princes stand off, my warlike arm this day For all your Troops shall win a prosperous way. Thou canst not enter though the way stood ope: My heart, and this, thy passage vows to stop.
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This bickering will but keepe our armes in vre, The holy battailes better to endure. Well, God for vs, for our intent is good: Charg'd be their soules with all this Christian bloud. What art thou brau'st the County Palatine? My name is Robert Duke of Normandy. Speake, will yee all retire the way ye came? God keepe Duke Robert from so foule a shame. Basely retire when we haue march'd thus farre? rst we'le vnpeople this thy Land by warre. Then will we driue you back by our maine force, And seize vpon your Troupes of Foote and Horse. So say you: bu should you attempt to do't, We straight should ouerthrow you Horse and Foote. So said, so done, braue Lord, were gallant play. But you would at the first push shrinke away. No proud Italians all our pirits are fire, Which burnes not down-ward, but is made t'aspire. Prince we confesse wee did foget ou selues, Presuming on that ancient priuiledge Which euery Christian brother Prince shold claime One in the interest of anothers name▪ An errour we confesse, though not a fault. But basely with dishonour backe to flye, And to be held as cowards we deny. And nothing else can satisfie mine ire, But whence ye came the same way to retire. And that I'le neuer do. Nor I. Nor I. Then shall yee on these Lumbard Champaines die. To Armes braue Souldiers. Strike vp warlike Dumme. Prepare you, Christian Princes, now we come. Stay braue Prince Tancred, stay great Norman Duke. Out of my zeale to God and Christendome, To anch the bloud which should be broacht this day, Vnto the griefe of all that honour CHRIST, And ioy to such as loue Idolatry: I make this challenge generall through the Hoast Of him that interrupts vs on our way. If any proud Italian dare take vp The honour'd gage which I haue here throwne downe, And fight a single combate for our passage; These shall be made our strict conditions. If him I conquer, all our Hoast shall march Without all let and contradiction: If I be vanquisht by thy Champions hand, Our Army shall march bake out of thy land. A Princely motion to saue Christian bloud. Great Prince of Italy, vpon my knee I humbly beg I may thy Champion be. Thou hast thy suite; thy valour hath bene tride: With a rough brow see thou confront his pride. Then what ten thousand Christian liues should right, These two braue Lords will end in single fight. It is agreed. Stand to't, braue Outlaw-brother Would I were one of them. And I the other. What weapon wilt thou vse? That which next comes. Giue me this Partizan: now strike vp drummes. Giue me this souldiers; Trumpet, sound a charge: I'le stop the passage which he seekes t'enlarge. Princes stand off, my warlike arme this day For all your Troupes shall winne a prosperous way. Thou canst not enter though the way stood ope: My heart, and this, thy passage vowes to stop.