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This gallant caualiero Dicke Bovvyer newly acted.; Trial of chivalry.
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did he looke Bow Faith scuruily my Lord like a greene cheese or the inside of a rotten Pumpian Pem. There is Crownes for thee to drinke Exit Pem. Bow I thanke your Lordship To see the difference betweene these French Curres and our English Caualiers there 's as much bounty in them as there 's Marchpane in a dish of Almond butter I might haue stood heere till my teeth chatter in my head e're the tother Launceprisado would haue sayd Here Captayne Bowyer there 's a Cardiâ—ue to wash downe melancholy But had I knowne as much I would haue basted him till his bones had rattled in his skin Enter Core and other Souldiers bringing in the Clowne All. Come sir you shall answere your walking before our Captayne Clow. Well sirs take heed what you doe I am a Princes man if you stay me vpon the Kings hye way I can â—ay fellowship to your charge Core But sirra wee can lay Treason to thine for being without the word Clow. Without the word O pernicious Frenchman without the word why I haue call'd thee Villayne him Rascall this Slaue that Rogue and am I still without the word Core I sir the word that must serue your turne the Watch-word Clow. Fayth y' are like to watch this tweluemoneth ere you haue any other words at my hands Bow How now masters what calfe are you dragging to the slaughter-house there ha Core A straggler and a spy Captayne I pray examine him Bow So Lieutenant Core you are crept from your cups at last I le talke with you anon but sirra to you From whence come you Clow. I came sir from the King of Fraunces campe Bow So what 's your name Clow. My name sir is Bow wow Bow S'hart what a name 's that the Hedge-hog mocks vs Bow wow quotha what kin art thou to the generation of Dogges Clow. No dog sir would you should know it though I be encompast with curres Bow Zounds he calls vs curres hang the hotch-potch vp in a fathom or two of match Clow. Not you sir I call not you so I know you to be a very insufficient ill-spoken Gentleman Bow Well sirra whom do you serue Clow. My master sir is the Lady Katharine the French Kings daughter I haue bin abroad about some businesse of hers and am now going backe againe Bow An honorable Lady sir let him goe t is against the law of armes to stay him Clow. Stand of but soft I doe not know your name sir that my Lady may giue you thanks Bow My name 's Dick Bowyer Clow. Then master Dicke Bowyer after my heartie commendations adue but as for the rest I shall I say no more I shall Exit Bow How now Core how can you answer your being a tippling when you should stand Sentinel Core Beleeue me Captayne I had but a whiffe or two for I was passing dry Bow Thou art alwayes dry the whorson Mault-worm has a throat like the burning Clyme or a Glasse-makers Furnace But your remoue from thence has sau'd you from the boults How now what Water-Spanyell haue we heere Enter Nod. Core T is Lieutenant Nod. Nod. Captayne deride me not I protest I came by this mischaunce by good seruice by following a spy that came to discouer our army Bow O notable Rogue did not I find thee asleepe and threw thee into a ditch Nod. Was 't you by this light I tooke you for a spy Bow Yet saw me not no more then a Molewarp this is an egregious Rogue Nod. Yes I saw you well ynough and I did but try how you would vse me Bow By this flesh and bloud many one that lyes in his graue was not halfe so sencelesse but the Watch breakes vp euery one to his quarter away Exeunt Enter Clowne Clow. T is true they are gone together and I am sent to watch Prince Ferdinand and the Earle of Pembrooke this way they went but they are got out of sight I were very bad to be a Hound that haue no better a sent if they were hares as they are men I should think them squatted but husht here comes one of them Enter Ferdinand Ferd. The morne lookes red red mornes doe threat a storme That storme shall light on Pembrooke or my selfe This is our meeting place here runnes the streame That parts our camps the time consorts the place And Pembrooke if thy reputation hold It is thy q. to enter Enter Pembrooke Clow. Heere comes the tother this is lucke vpon lucke now will I run and fetch my mistris the Lady Katharine to part their fray Exit Pem. Good end succeed my early heauynesse Three times my feet as loth to guide me hither Haue stumbled in a playne and euen way My sword forsooke his scabberd once or twice Bloud from my nostrilles thrice hath spowted forth And such a dymnesse ouerrunnes my sight That I haue tane a tree to bee a man And question'd with it about serious things This is the place where I must meet my friend Yonder he stands Good morrow Ferdinand Fer. Good morrow to thy death draw PeÌ„brook draw The ground thou treadst vpon must be thy graue Pem. Draw vpon Ferdinand Fer. I vpon me Dally not Pembrooke I am bent to fight And that with thee for the best blood thou bearst Pem. You haue some reason for this resolution Fer. My will Pem. A sorry argument to kill your friend I must haue better reason then your will Or I le not draw vpon my Ferdinand Our loue is older then of one dayes growth A yeres continuance hath vnited vs. Haue we not made an enterchange of othes Sworne loue to one another twenty times Confirmd that friendship by society Encreasde it with the simpathy of mind Making one pleasure pleasure vnto both And shall this bond be broken vpon will Fer. Then you le not draw Pem. Yes neerer to thy person In friendly sort to imbrace thee Ferdinand Fer. Thou art a coward and thou dar'st not fight Pem. Thou knowst the contrary for we haue fought At euery weapon to approue our skill Fer. Goe to you are a villayne and a coward And by the royall bloud that gaue me life I le kill thee Pembrooke though thou do not draw Pem. Kill me thou wilt not wrong thine honour so Fer. Zounds but I will traitor take thou that wounds him Pem. Wound me so desperately nay then I le draw Not to offend but to defend my selfe Now I perceyue it is my bloud thou seekst Witnesse you heauens and all you gracious powers That stand auspicious to this enterprise That Pembrooke drawes forth an vnwilling sword Fer. Why so now manfully defend thy selfe Pem. Another wouÌ„d then Pembrook rowse thy spirit And beare no longer with this haire-braynd man Yet Ferdinand resolue me of the cause That moues thee to this vnkind enterprise And if I satisfie thee not in 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 â—how Thou art a Knight and canst o're come 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 to 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 hand 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 traines are made by cunning hands To intâ—ap 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 breake sorth 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 Getleman I le beare thee as a ghest And eyther cure thy wounds or make thy graue Exit Enter Forrester missing the other taken away speakâ— 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 me to 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 wheÌ„ 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 sweet 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 seemâ— perfect beauty And she did gild her imperfections o're With vertue which no â—oule calumnious breath Could euer soyle true vertues dye is such That malice cannot stayne nor enuy tuch Then say not but her worth surmouÌ„ts 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 thunderclap to Philips cares Frighting my very â—oule 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 your hands And all with vs sweare vengeance on the Duke Phil. Not for the world who prosecutes his