Heywood, Thomas · published 1615 · first performed or written 1594 (Annals) romance · Worcester's Men · Red Bull unassigned nearest T13 Knights, squires and ladies · 500 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T13: knight, raph, lady, knights, george, master, squire, rafe, pray, god.
Love that drew me, hath drawn that knight along Being but a child, a giant's not so strong. Stand Christians, by your Crosses on your breasts ye're marked for death, and base destruction. What are ye, that, like cowards, with such odds Assault us thus unfurnished for the wars. I am the Soldan; these my men at arms, That lie to intercept you, and prepare For your accursed lives this fatal snare. The Soldan, the grand enemy to CHRIST, The devils Lieutenant, Viceroy under him! Brave English Robert, since our frowning stars Have brought us to this narrow exigent, And trained us hither with a chain of love To perish by the swords of Infidels: Stand foot to foot. Tush, I am pagan's swords proof, and my stars, Have marked me for a Conqueror in these wars. Upon them, soldiers; pity they despise, Scarce can the world afford a richer prize. Thou glorious eye of heaven, be ever blind: Mask thy bright face in clouds eternally: Dark vapours and thick mists thy front embrace And never shine to look on my disgrace. A prisoner, Robert! this my comfort be: He makes me bound that best can set me free. Take them to guard, this entrance to our wars Is full of spirit, and begets much hope. We will not yet examine what ye are, Till tortures wring it from your slavish tongues. That done, your bloods these champaigns shall imbrue Mean time we'll wait for more of your loose crew. I am turned wild man since I used these Forests: And I have won more weapons in these woods, From Outlaws, whom my sword hath vanquished, Than I can carry on my back with ease. I have swords, targets, Pikes, and Partisans, Pollaxes, maces, clubs, and horse-mens sta, Darts, halberds, long swords, Pistols, Petronels, All which I have conquered. At this Mountain ridge Two villains with these weapons set upon me: But with my sword I made them turn their heels, And leaves these Trophies which I thus support, And bear upon my shoulders Conqueror-like, What? do I see an ambush? by their arms They should be Pagans: Robert prisoner! With him a Christian Leader! Oh my God, Thou hast either brought me to revive my name By rescuing these, or here to die with shame. Come life, come death; a banished man will try, To live with honour, or with honour die. Robert break from thy guard, make them dismayed, Receive these weapons, God hath sent thee aid. God, and Saint George. Now by the sultan's Crown, If I can wield this weapon, he shall down. The Christians' God for us. What, are they free? Alarum Drums, the heathen powers for me. Some Angel in the habit of a Knight, Hath rescued us: such heavy downright blows Could never come from any mortal arm. For every blow he reached, was certain death. What is that power, if heavenly power he be, That we may laud and praise his Deity?
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Loue that drew me, hath drawne that knight along Being but a childe, a Gyant's not so strong. Stand Christians, by your Crosses on your brests Yee're markt for death, and base destruction. What are ye, that, like cowards, with such oddes Assault vs thus vnfurnisht for the warres. I am the Soldan; these my me at armes, That lie to intercept you, and prepare For your accursed liues this fatall snare. The Soldan, the grand enemy to CHRIST, The deuils Liuetenant, Vice-roy vnder him! Braue English Robert, since our frowning starres Haue brought vs to this narrow exigent, And train'd vs hither with a chaine of loue To perish by the swords of Infidels: Stand foote to foote. Tush, I am Pagans swords proofe, and my starres, Haue markt me for a Conquerour in these warres. Vpon them, souldiers; pitty they despise, Scarce can the world affoord a richer prize. Thou glorious eye of heauen, be euer blinde: Maske thy bright face in clouds eternally: Darke vapours and thicke mysts thy front embrace And neuer shine to looke on my disgrace. A prisoner, Robert! this my comfort bee: He makes me bound that best can set me free. Tak them to guard, this entrance to our warres Is full of spirit, and begets much hope. We will not yet examie what ye are, Till tortures wring it from your slauish tongues. That done, your blouds these champaines shall embrue Meane time wee'le waite for more of your loose crue. I am turn'd wilde man since I vsde these Foests: And I haue wonne more weapons in these woods, From Out-lawes, whom my sword hath vanquished, Then I can carry on my backe with ease. I haue swords, targets, Pikes, and Partisans, Pollaxes, maces, clubs, and horse-mens sta, Darts, halberds, long swords, Pistols, Petronels, All which I haue conquered. At this Mountaine ridge Two villaines with these weapons set vpon me: But with my sword I made them turne their heeles, And leaues these Trophees which I thus support, And beare vpon my shoulders Conqueror-like, What? do I see an ambush? by their armes They should be Pagans: Robert prisoner! With him a Christian Leader! Oh my God, Thou hast either brought me to reuiue my name By rescuing these, or here to die with sham. Come life, come death; a banisht man will try, To liue with honour, or with honour die. Robert breake from thy guard, make them dismaid, Receiue these weapons, God hath sent thee aid. God, and Saint George. Now by the Soldans Crowne, If I can weild this weapon, he shall downe. The Christians God for vs. What, are they free? Alarum Drummes, the heathen powers for mee. Some Angell in the habite of a Knight, Hath reskued vs: such heauy downe-right blowes Could neuer come from any mortall arme. For euery blow he reacht, was certaine death. What is that power, if heauenly power he be, That we may laude and praise his Deity?