Heywood, Thomas · published 1615 · first performed or written 1594 (Annals) romance · Worcester's Men · Red Bull unassigned nearest T17 Eastern conquest: Persians, Turks and so · 493 words
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Tush, why should we be pent up in a Town? Let's ope the gates and boldly issue out, Leaving some few Pikes to make good the breach. What say you Lords? LORDS Then let us issue out. Set open the gates, and let us issue our. And to expose us to the general spoil. Keep the gates shut, defend them manfully. These Christians fight like devils; keep fast the gates, And once again let us make good the wall. Make good the wals, make good the wals. Triumphant honour hovers o'er our Arms What gallant spirit bravely hath borne hence The emperors Standard, slaughtered his proud Guard, And in the steed thereof hung up his Shield? Witness this royal Crown upon my head, I seized the Ensign, I hung up that Shield. What puissant arm snatched hence the Sophy's Standard? This Crown upon my head, says it was I. Forgetful Charles, brave Robert see the Knight, Whose valour freed us from the sultan's hands. Renowned Christian, ever honoured be, It was thy sword procured us liberty. By heaven not I, I never came in place, Where Robert or that Gallant were distressed: But there are others thankless, whom I freed, And now too proud forget that honoured deed. 'Twas he released us; honoured stranger thanks, But they are idle offerings from true hearts. Prince Tancred and myself, owe thee our lives. You mock me Princes, never did my sword Drink drop of pagan's blood to set you free: But Robert and that Prince unthankful be. Whose shield is that? Mine. Then to you we owe Thanks for our lives, the Pagans overthrow. The shield I challenge, but the act deny, I never gave you life or liberty. Whose shield is that? Mine. Then by thee we live, Thou didst our desperate lives and freedom give. What mean you Princes to deride a stranger? These eyes did never see you two in danger. Who owes that shield? I: and who owes that? I. Thou know'st me then. Thanks fortune, that I do. Have at the slave. Brave foe have at thee too. whate'er your quarrel be, contend no more He draws his sword 'gainst me that fights again: For I am foe to all descension. So are we all, then end these wars in words, The Pagans have employment for your swords. For one blow more, take here my Crown amongst you, Now that my spleen is up, it will not down, I'll give you all I have for one bout more. Lords, take mine too: by heaven I'll pawn my life Against the sultan's head, to bring it you, So you will let us try this mastery. kingdoms nor Crowns can hire it at our hands, It shall not be, we say it shall not be. What are you Lords? we charge you by his honour Whom in your outward habit you profess, To tell us both what and from whence ye are.
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Tush, why should we be pent vp in a Towne? Let's ope the gates and boldly issue out, Leauing some few Pikes to make good the breach. What say you Lords? LORDS Then let vs issue out. Set ope the gates, and let vs issue our. And o expose vs to the generall spoyle. Keepe the gates shut, defend them manully. These Christians fight like deuils; keepe fast the gates, Ad once againe let vs make good the wall. Make good the wals, make good the wals. Triumphant honour houers ore our Armes What gallant spirit brauely hath borne hence The Emperours Standard, slaughtered his proud Guard, And in the teed thereof hung vp his Shield? Witnesse this royall Crowne vpon my head, I seiz'd the Ensigne, I hung vp that Shield. What puissant arme snatcht hence the Sophies Standard? This Crowne vpon my head, sayes it was I. Forgetfull Charles, braue Robert see the Knight, Whose valour freed vs from the Soldans hands. Renowned Christian, euer honoured be, It was thy sword pror'd vs liberty. By heauen not I, I neuer came in place, Where Robert or that Gallant were distrest: But there are others thankelesse, whom I freed, And now too proud forget that honoured deed. 'Twas he releast vs; honoured stranger thanke, But they are idle offrings from true hearts. Prince Tancred and my selfe, owe thee our liues. You mock me Princes, neuer did my sword Drinke drop of Pagans bloud to set you free: But Robert and that Prince vnthankfull be. Whose shield is that? Mine. Then to you we owe Thankes for our liues, the Pagans ouerthrow. The shield I challenge, but the act deny, I neuer gaue you life or liberty. Whose shield is that? Mine. Then by thee we liue, Thou didst our desperate liues and freedome giue. What meane you Princes to deride a stanger? These eyes did neuer see you two in danger. VVho owes that sheild? I: and who owes that? I. Thou know'st me then. Thankes fortune, that I do. Haue at te slaue. Braue foe haue at thee too. VVhat ere your quarrell be, contend no more He drawes his sword'gainst me that fights againe: For I am foe to all descension. So are we all, then end these warres in words, The Pagans aue employment for your swords. For one blow more, take here my Crowne amongst you, Now that my spleene is vp, it will not downe, I'le giue you all I haue for one bout more. Lords, take mine too: by heauen I'le pawne my life Against the Soldans head, to bring it you, So you will let vs try this maistry. Kingdomes nor Crownes can hire it at our hands, It shall not be, we say it shall not be. VVhat are you Lords? we charge you by his honor VVhom in your outward habite you professe, To tell vs both what and from whence ye are.