Heywood, Thomas · published 1615 · first performed or written 1594 (Annals) romance · Worcester's Men · Red Bull unassigned nearest T18 Rebels, barons and the king's wars at ho · 460 words
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Why shrinks the warm blood from my troubled heart? Why starts my hair up at this heavy sight? Say father, are not you the Bullen Earl? Fair son, I was the happen Bullen Earl: But now my son— Call no man son but me. Father, my sword shall win you liberty. Peace forged Bastard whatsoe'er thou be: My reverend father, call none son but me, For in this sword doth rest thy liberty. Such mercy, as my sword affords to Pagans, He finds that calls me bastard; I am Charles, Father you know me since I rescued you, I am your only son, the rest are dead. I know thee Charles. But father, I am Godfrey; That by my valour have regained your right: Have got your Dukedom from th'insulting French, And am myself invested Bullen's Duke. I know thee Godfrey.. Godfrey! Brother Charles! The confident assurance of thy death, Made me to give the lie to my own thoughts. The self-same strong opinion blinded me, Else for my brother I had challenged thee: Brother, you might have known me by the Arms Which I have borne in honour of my Trade. Ah, but the resolution of thy death Made me to lose such thought. Let us rejoice, And to your plausive fortunes give our voice. Prince Robert, did the time afford us leave, We would discourse the sum of our escapes: But to our father's rescue. Yield him slaves. Tush, we will keep him spite of all your braves. Be that our quarrel. With courage, courage strives, We fight for CHRIST, our father, and our lives. Here stands my Ensign, and by it a Crown, That you shall know the Persian honourable, He that can fetch this Ensign from the walls, (Which I myself will guard) and leave some token Behind him, that his sword hath conquered it, He shall enjoy them both. And here stands mine, The Babylonian emperors royal Standard. By it I plant the rich Cicilian Crown, Guarded by me and my all-conquering troops. He that but leaves a note he hath been here, And scapes unslain, although he win them not, That Christian will I honour. Drums, alarum. As loud and proud defiance our Drum sounds. For CHRIST, my father, conquest, & two Crowns: Now the first wall is won, the Ensigns seized, The Crowns surprised, the Christians have the day: What shall we leave the Town? ay, leave the Town. 'Tis best, 'tis best to take us to the field. I think 'tis best that we make good the breach, And have no thought of marching towards the field: We leave a place of much security. Why then make good the breach, It shall be so. Gather our forces to make good the breach.
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Why shrinks the warme blod from my troubled heart? Why starts my haire vp at this heauy sight? Say father, are not you the Bullen Earle? Faire sonne, I was the happen Bullen Earle: But now my sonne— Call no man sonne but me. Father, my sword shall winne you liberty. Peace forged Bastard whatsoere tho be: My reuerend father, call none sonne but me, For in this sword doth rest thy liberty. Such mercy, as my sword affoords to Paganes, He findes that cals me bastard; I am Charles, Father you know me since I reskued you, I am your onely sonne, the rest are dead. I know thee Charles. But father, I am Godfrey; That by my valour haue regain'd your right: Haue got your Dukedome from th'insulting French, And am my selfe inuested Bullens Duke. I know thee Godfrey.. Godfrey! Brother Charles! The confident assurance of thy death, Made me to giue the lie to my owne thoughts. The selfe-same strong opinion blided mee, Else for my brother I had challeng'd thee: Brother, you might haue knowne me by the Armes Which I haue borne in honour of my Trade. Ah, but the resolution of thy death Made me to loose such thought. Let vs reioyce, And to your plausiue fortunes giue our voyce. Prince Robert, did the time affoord vs leaue, We would discourse the summe of our escapes: But to our fathers reskue. Yeeld him slaues. Tush, we will keepe him spight of all your braues. Be that our quarrell. With courage, courage striues, We fight for CHRIST, our father, and our liues. Here stands my Ensige, and by it a Crowne, That you shall know the Persian honourable, Hee that can fetch this Ensigne from the wals, (Which I my selfe will guard) and leaue some token Behind him, that his sword hath conquered it, He shall enioy them both. And here stands mine, The Babylonian Emperours royall Standard. By it I plant the rich Cicilian Crowne, Guarded by me and my all-conquering troupes. He that but leaues a note he hath beene here, And scapes vnslaine, although he winne them not, That Chrisian will I honour. Drummes, alarum. As loud and proud defiance our Drumme sounds. For CHRIST, my father, conquest, & two Crowes: Now the first wall is wonne, the Ensignes seiz'd, The Crownes surpriz'd, the Christians haue the day: What shall we leaue the Towne? I, leaue the Towne. 'Tis best, 'is best to take vs to the field. I thinke 'is best that we make good the breach, And haue no thought of marching towards the field: We leaue a place of much security. Why then make good the breach, It shall be so. Gather our forces to make good the breach.