THE HISTORY of the tryall of Cheualry With the life and death of Caualiero Dicke Bowyer As it hath bin lately acted by the right Honourable the Earle of Darby his seruants LONDON Printed by Simon Stafford for Nathaniel Butter and are to be sold at his shop in Paules Church-yard neere S. Austens gate 1605 The Historie of the triall of Cheualry Enter Lewes King of France Philip his sonne Katharina his daughter Rodorick and Flaunders with Drum colours and soldiers at one dore at the other enter Nauar Ferdinād Bellamira and the Earle of Pembrooke and Burbon DVke Rodorick and my noble cozen Flaunders Are your Battalions ready for the charge Rod. Ten thousand men of Orleance I commaund And those are brauely marshald on the playn Ready to be commaunded by your Highnesse Flaund. As many of the warlike brood of Mars Doe call me Generall those my gracious Lord Together with my selfe I recommend To be commaunded by your Maiesty Lew. Thanks Earle of Flaunders Duke of Orleance thanks What lets vs that we charge not on the Foe Nauar. My Lord of Pembrooke are your Englishmen Squadrond with ours and ready for the charge Pem. The French and English make one warlike body Whereof your Highnesse is the mouing head Or peace or warre as pleaseth you direct Nau. Then war and giue the signall through the Host Lew. Nauar Nauar submission were more meete Then to adde bloud to wrong Nau. What wrong King Lewes The Kingdome of Nauar we will acknowledge To hold of none but of the King of Kings Lew. Three hundred yeres prescriptions on our sides So long thy Ancestors by fealty Haue held thy Kingdome of the Crowne of France Pem. Talke not of yeres yeres limit not a Crowne There 's no prescriptions to inthrall a King He finds it written in the Rowles of time Nauar 's a Kingdome solely absolute And by collusion of the Kings of France Because it lies so fitly vpon France The people speaking all one mother toung It hath bin wrested for a Royalty Vntruly due vnto the Crowne of France That Pembrook speaks the truth behold my sword Which shall approue my words substantiall Rod. Pembrooke you are too plaine in your discourse Bur. I tell thee Rodoricke Pembrooke soldier-like Hath truely opened what ten thousand liues Will hardly doe if warre be made the Iudge Ro. If war be Iudge why shallow-witted Burbon Who shall decide this difference but war Hath not the Iudge put on his Scarlet Robe Is not the field prepar'd our men in armour The Trumpets ready for the sound of death And nothing hinders vs but our owne words Leaue idle parley my dread soueraigne Lord And soone resolue the Duke in fire and smoke That he maintaines a title false and forg'd And that Nauar is a vsurping Lord Na. On that I le hazzard all these valiant liues Sound Drums and Trumpets make King Lewes know He makes his best friend proue his greatest Foe Lew. Why pause our drums our trūpets speak as lowd Till the bright ayre be made a purple cloud Phil. Pause gracious father Ferd. Noble father pause Let Ferdinand thy sonne so far preuayle That peace not war may end this difference Bel. For Bellamiraes sake abstayne from war Phil. Philip thy sonne humbly desires a peace Let not my father sheathe his warlike sword Within the bowels of his Countreymen Kath. Thy daughter Katharina prayes the like Nau. From whence proceeds this sudden sound of peace Comes it from me what from my Ferdinand From Bellamira my sweet second selfe Lew. Or rather comes it Lewes from thy soule Thy Philip the true Image of thy selfe Thy Katharina thy hearts chiefest ioy Rod: Princes you aske you know not what your selues Pem. Rodorick they aske a sweet and pleasing boone Rod. Why they aske peace and we are set for war Fer. T is a bad peace exceeds not a iust war Phil. We will not rise from this submissiue ground Till we obtayne if not a peace a truce Fer. Nor shall our feet bee guilty of new steps Till I obtayne a truce from murdering war Lew. Shew me some reason sonne for this demaund Nau. Shew me some reason children for this prayer Fer. I loue the daughter of thine enemy Fayre Katharina hath inthrald my heart Phil. I loue the daughter of thine enemy Fayre Bellamira hath inthrald my heart Pem. Is loue the cause then wherfore wage we war What matter i st who weares both Diadems When the Succession liues in eythers heyre If Ferdinand be crownd King of Nauar Fayre Katharina shal be crownd his Queene If Philip weare the Diadem of France Fayre Bellamira made his louely Queene Swayes halfe the Scepter See what heauen can doe Prouide for peace euen in the iawes of war Kat. How sweetly doth the Earle of Pembrooke speake Now trust me I am rauisht with his voyce Lew. What sayes Nauar what i st war or peace Na. A truce for three moneths so it please your Highnes During which time our children shall haue leaue With Drum and Trumpet to surueigh the Campe To Court our daughters and to feast themselues As fits the sonnes of honourable foes And if it proue a match betweene them both There end all difference I le bequeath my Crowne As a rich offering to their nuptiall Rites Lew. Here strike the truce vpon my kingly hand Which is as surely ratified in this As by the testimoniall of a world So now for three moneths space all warres surcease Our thoughts are wholy fixt on loue and peace Exeunt Manent Rodorick and Burbon Rod. Zounds here 's a truce made vp by miracle Burb. I le crosse it by a wily stratageme Rod. What stratageme Burb. By loue to Bellamira Oh could I diue into the Princes heart By any insinuation ne're so base How easily might I effect my plot To make the Kingdome of Nauarre mine owne 'T were but a dram or so vnto the sonne And a small thing would send the old man hence What noble Rodorick to gayne a Crowne A Duke would doe much Rod. More then poyson two But you my Lord forget your selfe too farre Know you to whom you haue disclosde your heart Burb. Why to the Duke of Orleance Rod. The deare friend of Lewes the French King Burb. King me no Kings Although we seeme to be of seuerall sides Rodorick we loue together like true friends This Truce giues ayme to our intention Assist me worthy Orleance to effect First my desired loue and next the Crowne Rod. Peter de Lions is your Lordships seruant A boone companion and a lusty Knaue He is in loue with Bellamiraes mayd And by that loue he may bestead your Highnesse More then your best friends in your best designes Call him forth Enter Peter Burb. What Peter Pet. Here my Lord Burb. Why dost thou looke so wildly Pet. Not with drinke nor yet with rage Rod. His lookes are wild with loue Pet. With loue surreuerence can there be a face In all the world patcht vp
Pembrooke haue you the charge to see our Captaines Prepare a martiall welcome to the King I le not be idle since Nauar was crownd Our heart with so much ioy did ne're abound Exit Nauar. Fer. Nor mine with so much hate Pembrooke a word Pem. What wills your Grace Fer. That Pembrooke is a villayne Looke not so strange I speake it not your friend But hee that in his soule hath sworne thine end Pem. A villayne and my death I am amaz'd Art thou awake or is all this a dreame Fer. A dreame of death meet me to morrow morning As thou art Pembrooke and a Gentleman By yon fayre Riuer side which parts our Camps You know the place come armde and so farewell Pem. Deare friend Fer. Push meet me Pem. Ferdinand I will Fer. Reuenge smile on thou shalt drink bloud thy fill Exeunt Enter Peter standing sentronell Pet. This is my wayting night t is for no good That I stand Sentronell Well good or ill I care not greatly so I get the gold Enter Burbon and Rodorick Therefore to auoyd prolixity here walke I Here comes the men that must reward my paine Bur. Haue you the poyson Rod. And a strong one too Heere 's a preseruatiue to saue your hand When Rodoricke fayles your Lordship heauen shall fayle To illuminate the world with cheerefull light Bur. Then here about should Peter wayt for me For this is the Pauilion of the Princesse Pet. My Lord Bur. Peter Pet. Here is the key that opens to the Tent I stole it from my sweet heart Thomasin Enter without prolixity woo and winne the Lady But giue me gold my Lord and I le to Dice Bur. Hold take thy fill Pet. And it shall goe as fast Bur. Now gentle Peter get thee vnto rest My businesse craues the absence of the world None but my felte and Rodoricke shall behold The secret complot that I doe intend Pet. I goe my Lord Exit Burb. Now blessed key open vnto my loue Doe more then louing lynes or words can doe My letters haue bin answerd with disdayne Her father I haue mou'd to gayne my loue But he is frosty in my feruent suite And now perforce I will obtayne my loue Or ease her puling hatred by reuenge Ro. You stay too long I le help to turne the key Discouer her sitting in a chayre asleepe Bur. What do I see the maiesty of heauen Sit in a mayden slumber on the earth What is my Bellamira turnd a goddesse Within the table of her glorious face Me thinks the pure extraction of all beauty Flowes in abundance to my loue-sicke eye O Rodoricke she is admirably fayre And sleeping if her beauty be so rare How will her eyes inchaunt me if she wake Here take the poyson I le not stayne that face For all the treasure of the Westerne Iland Rod. I see no such admired perfection Waken her Burbon and this louing charme Which now hath led your sences prisoner Will vanish and her speach full of reproofe Beget a new phantasma all of hate Thou wilt detest her when she shall deny thee Bur. Wakē her Rodorick for I want the power Rod. I hope I am disguisde sufficiently That Bellamira cannot know my face Madam fayre Bellamira Bel. Here I am who calls on Bellamira Burb. I fayre loue The Duke of Burbon that doth honour thee Bel. The Duke of Burbon in my Tent so late Where is my Gard what Peter Thomasin Rod. Step to her and restrayne her lest she call I le be a looker on and be vnknowne Bur. What needs your Highnesse call for any gard Since you are garded with a faythfull friend Behold me Madam humbly on my knee Come to renew my suite vouchsafe me loue Or with this weapon take away my life Much better 't were a thousand times to dye Then liue in torment of your scorching eye You haue inflam'd my heart oh quench that flame Or into cinders turne my haplesse truncke Haplesse in being vnbelou'd of you Bell. My Lord of Burbon you presume too much On th' extremity of passion Haue I not answered many an idle letter With full assurance that I cannot loue Haue I not often viua voce checkt Your courtly kindnes frownd vpon your smiles Vsde you vnkindly all to weane your loue And doe you still perseuer in your suite I tell thee Burbon this bold part of thine To breake into my Tent at dead of night Deserues seuere correction and the more Because it brings mine honour into question I charge thee as thou art a Gentleman Betake thee to thine owne Pauilion And let this answere satisfie for all Burbon I cannot nor I will not loue thee Bur. Cannot nor wil not zoūds Madam but you must Bel. Must I Bur. And shall Bel. You will not force me to it Bur. Or force that sparkling beauty from your face Looke not so fiercely nor cry out for helpe For if you doe this makes you cry your last Seing neyther words kind letters hearty sighes Humble intreaty nor a world of payne Can moue you to take pitty of my loue But Tyrant-like your beauty seeks my life I will blot out that beauty with this iuice Thus thus I wipe away my passions Thus doe I heale the torments of my loue Thus doe I ransome my inthralled eye And by depriuing of the cause of life Kill th' effect which was a world of sorrow Farewell foule Bellamira I am pleasde In this reuenge that no way could be easde Exit Rod. Zounds he has don 't now Rodorick ioy thy fill Burbon is thine the Dukedome is thine owne For onely he in the Inheritance Stood as an obstacle to let my clayme This deed of his will take away his life And then let me alone to inioy his land I le steale away vnseene cause vnsuspected I would not for the world be once detected Exit Bel. Poyson my face oh most inhumane wretch Reuenge more vile then to abbridge my life What Thomasin what brother Ferdinand My kingly father is there none that heares Then Treason treason let that waken you For capitall is this offence to me Enter Nauar Pembrooke Ferdinand and Thomasin Tho. O Iesu mistris what ayles your face Nau. Her face Ferd. T is spotted like a Panthers skin Pemb. O were those spots as kindly beautifull Then were fayre Bellamira vndeform'd Nau. O what diuine power hath sent this Leprosy Ferd. Say beautious sister Pemb. Speake fayre Bellamira Tho. Speake my good mistris Nau. My sweet daughter speake Pem. Her silence argues a tormented spirit Fer. Thy countenance argues a deceitful soule Enter Lewes Philip Rodoricke and Flaunders Lew. Where is Nauar Phil. Where is fayre Bellamira Bel. My Philip oh giue leaue to fly his sight Nau. Stay gentle daughter hee le not iniure thee Lew. Heere are the Articles concluded on I could not rest till I had signed them And brought them to your Highnesse A moneth hence The mariage shall be fully solemnized So please your Maiesty and your fayre daughter
words This double wound shall please thee with my bloud Nay with my sword I le make a score of wounds Rather then want of bloud diuorce thy loue Fer. I hate thee deadly and I seeke thy life What other reason Pembrook wouldst thou haue Prepare prepare in this conflict to show Thou art a Knight and canst o'recome thy foe Pem. And if I spare thee not impute the cause To thine owne rashnes and mine aking wounds Fight and hurt eche other both fall downe as dead Fer. I hope I haue slayne thee Pem. Oh I feare thy life how fares my Ferdinand Fer. What liu'st thou yet then my fare is ill Pem. I am markt for death I feele a generall fayntnesse through my lymmes Expence of bloud will soone expend my life Fer. The like debility my ioynts doe feele Pem. Then we must both dye in the latest of death Tell me oh tell me whence proceeds this hate Fer. I feare not Pembrooke to discouer now Thou wert my Spokes-man vnto Katharine And treacherously thou stol'st away her heart Oh I can say no more my spirits doe faynt Pembrooke farewell I haue reueng'd my wrong Pem. Oh yet a little longer gracious time Detayne his princely spirit in his brest That I may tell him he is misse-inform'd And purge my selfe vnto my dying friend But death hath layd his num-cold hand vpon me I am arrested to depart this life Deare Ferdinand although thou be my death On thee I le friendly breathe my latest breath Enter Forrester For. How full of pleasure is this Forrest life My Parke I liken to a Common wealth In which my Bucks and Does are Citizens The Hunters Lodge the Court from whence is sent Sentence of life or death as please the King Onely our gouernment 's a tyranny In that wee kill our subiects vpon sport But stay what Gentlemen doe heere lye slayne If any sparke of life doe yet remayne I le helpe to fanne it with a nymble hands The Organ of his arme doth play apace He is not so far spent but that with helpe He may recouer to his former state How is the other I doe feele soft-breath Breake from between his lips Oh for some ayd To beare them to the Forrest to my Lodge But as I am I le try my vtmost strength To saue their liues first seene shall be the first Patience and I le returne and fetch the other Exit Enter Fisherman Fisher. My angle-rod is broke my sport is done But I will fetch my net to catch some fish To lose both fish and pleasure is too much Oh what contentment liues there in the brooke What prety trames are made by cunning hands To intrap the wily watry Citizens But what art thou that lyest vpon the ground Sleepst thou or art thou slaine hath breath his last No sparke of life appeares yet from his eye Me thinks I see a glymmering light breakeforth Which wanting strength is like a twilight glimse If there be any hope to saue his life I le try my vtmost cunning To my house Poore Gentleman I le beare thee as a ghest And eyther cure thy wounds or make thy graue Exit Enter Forrester missing the other taken away speaks any thing and Exit Enter Clowne and Katharine Clow. Iust in this circle I left the two Princes ready to draw for I read the whole discourse of the Combate in their red eyes Kath. Heere lye their weapons and heere flowes their bloud Clow. Haue they not slayne one another and buryed themselues Kath. Peace foole t is too sure that they are slayne Clow. O Lord then let mee turne my selfe into a Ballad and mourne for them Kath. Thou angrest me with iesting at my sorrow Hence from my sight my heart is full of griefe And it will breake the burthen is so great Clow. Goe from your sight then let me goe out of your company for I had as leeue leaue your sight as your company Is this my reward for watching and watching Oh Mistris doe not kill mee with vnkindnesse I shall I shall Kath. What shall you Clow. Weepe out mine eyes and fill the holes with salt water Kath. I prythee leaue me I am not displeasd But fayne would vent my sorrowe from my heart Hold take my purse spend that and leaue my presence Go euery where enquire my Pembrooke out And if thou bringst meto his breathlesse truncke I will reward thee with a treble gift Clow. Well I were best bee going now I am so fayrely offred Mistris your reward hath stopt my teares and entic'de my legges to be walking Farewell I will goe God knowes whither to seeke and to finde both and neyther Farewell sweet Mistris Exit Kath. O Pembrooke let me kneele vnto thy bloud And yet I know not whether 't be thy bloud Saue that my soule by a diuine instinct Tells me it is the treasure of thy veynes If thou beest dead thou mirrour of all men I vow to dye with thee this field this groue Shall be my receptacle till my last Content with that that feeds the ayry soules My pillow shall be made a banke of mosse And what I drinke the siluer brooke shall yeeld No other campe nor Court will Katharine haue Till fates do limit her a common graue Exit Enter Fraunce Nauar Philip Flaunders Thomasin and attendants Nau. Our daughter fled whē whither which way how Tho. I know not Phil. Bellamira my liues ioy Vpon those pinnyons that support her flight Houers my heart you beare away my soule Turne turne agayne and giue this earthly frame Essentiall power which for thine absence dyes Thou art the sweet of sweets the ioy of ioyes For thee was Philip borne O turne agayne And Philip is the blessedest of men Lew. We are glad she 's gone though we dissemble it Sonne bridle this affection cease these laments Shee did not value them Nau. Lewes she did Till sauage hate that shape disfigured Phil. O she was worthy to be Queene of heauen Her beauty e're it suffred violence Was like the Sunne in his Meridian Throne Too splendant for weake eyes to gaze vpon Shee was too bright before till being hid Vnder that enuious cloud it tooke the place Of a darke ground to show a louelyer face That Leprosie in her seemd perfect beauty And she did gild imperfections her With vertue which no foule calumnious breath Could euer soyle true vertues dye is such That malice cannot stayne nor enuy tuch Then say not but her worth surmoūts these woes Nau. She grieu'd to tye you to a hated bed And therefore followed Burbon for reuenge Phil. Burbon who names him that same verball sound Is like a thunder clap to Philips eares Frighting my very soule Sure you said Burbon And to that prodegie you ioynd reuenge Reuenge that like a shaddow followes him 'T was he that made me bankrout of all blisse Sude the diuorce of that pure white and red Which deckt my Bellamiraes louely cheeks And shall he scape vnpunisht Lew. Ioyne