Heywood, Thomas · published 1615 · first performed or written 1594 (Annals) romance · Worcester's Men · Red Bull unassigned nearest T46 Swords, quarrels and valour · 497 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T46: rapier, sword, fight, gentlemen, gentleman, kicked, kill, dagger, signor, valour.
Yet will I through. Thou shalt not, this says nay. Oh but behold! I have this to hew my way. I would not lose my Champion for the world. Nor I this Prince: For were these spirits spent, All Christendom their fortunes might lament. Part them on equal odds, and equal terms: Both a like valiant, both have honour won, More valorous live not underneath the Sun. We will reserve their haughty Chivalries, To exercise against God's enemies. They have won honour, I have idly stood: By my good stars I'll have a challenge too, If any in their Camp dares answer me. Give me thy Pike, a Pike a Prince may trail, And at that weapon will I challenge all. Great Prince, these fiery Princes that came hither To brave our forces, had a Champion To challenge us: Are we as valiant, And shall we fail to do the like to them? Give me but leave, my Lord, to send one boast T'affright them, like a devil, through their Host. It pleaseth us; then when thou wilt begin. What Champion shall we have to answer him? I should esteem him my immortal foe, That should attempt to take away the honour Of such a strong encounter from my hand. Champion appear betwixt our Royal Hosts, Let's see thy strength make good thy haughty boasts. I am here; stand thou forth on the adverse part Survey me well, brave Hector I resemble, Whose very brow did make the Greeks to tremble. But I Achilles, proud ambitious boy, Will drag thy corpse about the walls of Troy. Give me thy Pike, I'll toss it like a reed, And with this bulrush make mine enemy bleed. Rapier and Pike, is that thy honoured play? Look down ye Gods, this combat to survey. Rapier and Pike, this combat shall decide: Gods, Angels, Men, shall see me tame thy pride. Thou dost thyself wrong to o'ercharge thine arm, With such a weapon as thou canst not wield. I'll teach thee; thou shalt like my zany be. And feign to do my cunning after me. Thou wouldst instruct thy Master at this play. Thinkest thou this rye-straw can overrule my arm? Thus do I bear him when I use to march: Thus can I fling him up, and catch him thus: Then thus, to try the sinews of my arm. But thou shouldst charge him thus, advance him thus, Thus shouldst thou take him, when thou seest from far The violent horses run to break our ranks. All that is nothing, I can toss him thus. I thus: 'tis easier sport than the balloon. We trifle time, this shall thy rage withstand. With this, our Host shall pierce thy sovereign's Land. That host should lose ten thousand Pagans lives With the rich honour of their overthrow, That should but lose his Champion in this combat If both should perish, our brave Christian Army Should be more weak by thousands then it was.
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Yet will I through. Thou shalt not, this saies nay. Oh but behold! I haue this to hew my way. I would not loose my Champion for the world. Nor I this Prince: For were these spirits spent, All Christendome their fortunes might lament. Part them on equall oddes, and equall termes: Both a like valiant, both haue honour wone, More valorous liue not vnderneath the Sunne. We will reserue their haughty Chiualries, To exercise against Gods enemies. They haue wonne honour, I haue idly stood: By my good starres I'le haue a challenge too, If any in their Campe dares answere me. Giue me thy Pike, a Pike a Prince may traile, And at that weapon will I challenge all. Great Prince, these fiery Princes that came hither To braue our forces, had a Champion To challenge vs: Are we as valiant, And shall we aile to do the like to them? Giue me but leaue, my Lord, to send one boast T'affright them, like a deuill, through their Hoast. It pleaseth vs; then when thou wilt beginne. What Champion shall we haue to answere him? I should esteeme him my immortall foe, That should attempt to take away the honour Of such a strong encounter from my hand. Champion appeare betwixt our Royall Hoasts, Let's seethy strength make good thy haughty boasts. I am here; stand thou forth on the aduerse par Suruey me well, braue Hector I resemble, Whose very brow did make the Greekes to tremble. But I Achilles, proud ambitious boy, Will drag thy Coarse about the wals of Troy. Giue me thy Pike, I'le tosse it like a reed, And with this bul-rush make mine enemy bleed. Rapier and Pike, is that thy honoured play? Looke downe yee Gods, this combat to suruey. Rapier and Pike, this combat shall decide: Gods, Angels, Men, shall see me tame thy pride. Thou do'st thy selfe wrong to ore-charge thine arme, With such a weapon as thou canst not weild. I'le teach thee; thou shalt like my zanie be. And feigne to do my cuning after me. Thou wouldst instruct thy Maister at this play. Think'st thou this rye-strew can ore-rule my arme? Thus do I beare him when I vse to march: Thus can I fling him vp, and catch him thus: Then thus, to try the siewes of my arme. But thou should'st charge him thus, aduance him thus, Thus should'st thou take him, when thou seest from farre The violent horses runne to breake our rankes. All that is nothing, I can tosse him thus. I thus: 'tis easier sport then the Baloone. We trifle time, this shall thy rage withstand. With this, ou Hoast shall peirce thy Soueraignes Land. That Host should loose ten thousand Pagans liues With the rich honour of their ouerthrow, That should but loose his Champion in this combat If both should perish, our braue Christian Army Should be more weake by thousands then it was.