THIS GALLANT Caualiero Dicke Bovvyer Newly acted 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 FerdinaÌ„d 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 Marâ— 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 Squadron'd 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 â—â—alâ—y 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 truÌ„pets 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 inthral'd 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 crown'd 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 wiâ—y 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 with eyes and lips A forhead and a payre of Crimson cheeks To make me doat on to make me looke wild Rod. Come come t
Image made of playster worke Bel So sirra you may scoffe my misery Pem. Still haunted with these women are men vanisht Or what occasion leaues the Realme of Fraunce So voyd and empty of aduenturous Knights Clow. Out of peraduenture Madam the ghost of Saint George is come out of England to see what hospitality S. Denis keeps in Fraunce Pem. Poore Bellamira I lament thy state But I must still suppresse my discontent What are you so deformd with lothsome spots And what that Anticke keeps you company Clow. Anticke thou lyest and thou wert a Knight of ginger-bread I am no Anticke the whole parish where I was borne will sweare that since the raigne of Charlemain there was not a better face bred or brought vp amongst them Pem. Away ye russeting Kath. Haue patience Knight how euer thus deform'd This Lady is the daughter of Nauar. Madam it ioyes me I haue met you heere Though much laments me of your heauy plight There needs no repetition of your wrong I know the villayne Burbon did the deed Whom my incensed brother will reuenge Bel. For Philips sake I haue bin martyrd thus And for his sake left King and Courtly life To entertayne a Pilgrims paynefull habit But on what strange aduenture stayes this Knight Within this desolate forsaken wood Kat. For loue of Ferdinand your princely brother Whose Hearse he gards in honourable Armes Bel. Is this my brothers Hearse is this the place Where I was shipwrackt of a brothers name Oh let me spend a louing sigh for him And sacrifice a sisters holy rites For euer rest sweet Ferdinand in peace Vntill thy body glorified from heauen Become immortall by thy soules returne Pem. Poore Bellamira how I pity thee Yet must forbeare to comfort thy distresse Clow. Is my yong Lord buried here I say no more but I pray God send him a ioyfull insurrection Kath. Inough sweet Bellamire These leprous spots t is time they were remou'd Come goe with me Since I left Aquitayne And came acquaynted with these priuate walks It was my happy chance to meet an Hermit Whose skill in Phisike warrants present cure And pure refining of your poysoned bloud I le bring you thither afterward select Delicious sweets to decke your brothers tombe Come sirra follow vs. Exeunt Clow. Doe not think Madam that I le forsake you And so sir you that walk in pewter vessayle like one of the worthyes will you be rul'd by me Pem. Wherein Clow. To set a gyn for Woodcocks catch your selfe first Exit Pem. Hence beetle-head And Pembrook now bethink How great a tyde of miseries breakes in First thou art taxed with the losse of him Whom equall with thy selfe thou holdest deare Next Bellamira is become a Leper Whose absence Philip carefully laments Then trecherous Burbon ioynes himselfe with Fraunce And both the Kings are angerly incenst But last which is some comfort to the rest Disdaynfull Katharine wastes with fruitlesse loue Would all so minded like mishap might proue But by this signall there are Knights at hand I must prouide their valours to withstand Enter Fraunce Burbon Rodoricke Peter de Lions at one dore at the other Nauar Flaunders Dicke Bowyer and Souldiers Pembrooke betweene them Pem. Stay your intended march Lew. What Peere of Fraunce Or in the world so haughty resolute Dare breathe the word of stay to mighty Fraunce Na. Or what art thou presum'st to stay my course Pem. A Knight I am and to aduentures bound This monument erected for my friend By me is garded If you meane to passe You must doe homage or elsâ—â—â—ght with me Lew. Homage of me Know â— am King of France And in subiection to no earthly power Nau. Thou knowst not what thou sayst to challenge vs Of any such inferiour priuiledge What homage is it thou requir'st of vs Pem. First to acknowledge him lyes buryed here The faythfulst Louer and most valyant Knight That in this time drew sword or manag'd horse Bow And what was he Ascapart or your Countrey-man Gargantua that stuft euery button of his coate with a load of hay ' Shart wee haue met a fellow here 's all mouth hee speakes nothing but Monarch Doest thou heare King giue me leaue to incounter this puckfist and if I doe not make him cry Peccaui say Dicke Bowyer 's a powdred Mackrell Pet. My bloud beginnes to boyle I could be pleasd To haue this fellow by the eares but that There 's many of my betters heere in place Fland. King of Nauarre let Flanders cope with him Burb. Imperiall France giue Burbon leaue to try The hazzard of a combat with this Boaster Pem. Dispatch Nauarre one of you come foorth To enterchange a warlike blow or two Lew. First let vs know what penalty thou setst Vpon thy selfe if thou be vanquished Pem. A recantation of my former wordes A seruitude to him that conquers me But who so euer is by me subdued Must leaue his Shield to beautifie this shrine Bur. Let not Nauar my Lord rob vs of honor Say Burbon first shall breake a Launce with him Rod. A scribe that priuiledge my Lord to mee And Rodorick will haue death or victory Lew. No noble Rodorick Burbon shall begin And as he speedes we will imploy your power Pem. Prouide thee Burbon I le not fauour thee Bur. Be sure I le shew thee like hostility Lew. Hold the aduantage is on thy side The Duke of Burbon shal hang vp his shield Pem. I de rather haue his life then al your shelds Who is next Bow Zounds I think he has a patten to take vp all the Shields i th Countrey hang mee if thou wantst worke heere 's for Nauar the earle of Pembrok Caualiero Bowier Fight A thousand pound to a Taylors bodkin this fellow has a familiar but howsoeuer thou mayst thank my lame legge there 's my shield Lew. Now Rodorick betake you to your taske Fight Rodor. My fortune 's answerable to the rest Lew. Since all miscarrie Fraunce will put his chaunce Vpon the hazzard of the Dice for once Pem. You are an Honorable foe my Lord Fight By law of Armes you must hang vp your shield Lew. I yeld to law and thy approoued valour King of Nauar will onely you sit out Nau. No king of Fraunce my bloud 's as hot as thine And this my weapon shall confirme my words Fight Bow Nauar down too Shart this fellow hath the tricke of it If he be not a witch or some Deuill let me be stickt into a Carbinado Nau. Thou sonne of Chiualrie let me now intreate To know his name for whome thou reapst this honor Or what he was whose bodie 's heere interde Pem. A valiant Knight his name yong Ferdinand Slayne by misfortune of a friendly hand Nau. Is it my sonne thou mak'st thy valours prise And striu'st so to eternize with thy sword Let me imbrace thee Not alone my shield But I will leaue my heart vpon his shrine My dearest Ferdinand I would my sighes
bare And hold your hands vp as the maner is Fer. What if I held a booke as if I prayed Pem. 'T were best of all and now I think vpon 't Here is a booke so keepe your countenance You must imagine now you are transform'd Yonder she comes in any case stir not Enter Katharine Kath. I feare I haue detracted time too long In my determinde seruice to my Loue But I le redeeme my fault with double care See where his statue is set vp kind Knight For euer Katharine will record thy truth Pem. How say you Madam 1st not very like him Kath. As like as if it were himselfe indeed And would to God my prayers might be heard That as the Image of Pigmalion once Life might descend into this sencelesse stone But that was faynd as my desire is fond Relentlesse death withholds my Ferdinand And no intreaty may recouer him In token then I doe repent my scorne That I was cruell to so kind a friend Thou the presenter of his absent person Receiue these sweets thy temples be adornd With this fresh garland thy white Iuory hand Boast of this Ring which if thou wert aliue Should bind our faythe 's vp in a nuptiall knot But for thou canst not be reuiu'd agayne I le dwell with thee in death and as my spirit Mounts to the happy mansion of thy spirit So to accompany thy shaddow here I le turne my body to a shaddow too And kneeling thus confront thy silent lookes With my sad looks this is the Instrument Now Ferdinand behold thy Katharine comes Fer. And she is welcome vnto Ferdinand Pem. I le play the clark for both and say Amen Nay muse not Madam t is no sencelesse Image But the true essence of your wished Loue. Kath. I am asham'd to looke him in the face Fer. Hide not those splendaÌ„t lights hereafter be A constant wife it shall suffice for me Kat. Heauen cast her off if Katharine proue not so Pem. Of that no more now let vs haste from hence To quiet the dissension lately sprung Betweene your parents Philip likewise gone To be reueng'd on Burbons trechery Perhaps may stand in need of friendly ayd To him and them our vowes must next be payd Fer. What Pembrook counsels we coÌ„sent vnto Exeunt Enter Rodericke and Philip. Rod. Now whilest our Armies wearied with the heat That the bright sunne casts from his midday throne Abstayne from bloudy entercourse of warre I le lead thee Philip vnto Burbons Tent. Phil. Rodoricke thou highly fauourest me in this And doubt not if my complot take effect I le make thee Duke of Burbon Enter Lewes Flaunders and Burbon Rod. Stay your speach heere comes king Lewis Phil. They can not know me I am so disguisde Burb. Follow my counsayle and immediatly begin the Battayle Lew. Why the heat 's great It burnes in our Armour as we march Flan. It burnes the enemy as well as wee Bur. It warmes our Souldiers spirits makes them fire I had rather dye then when my bloud is hot Be awde by counsell till it freeze like Ice He is no Souldier that for feare of heat Will suffer victory to fly the field Rod. My Lord of Burbon ye are more hot then wise Bur. Rodorick me thinkes you are very peremptory Rod. It is in zeale of the generall good Go to your Tent refresh your vnscorcht lymmes There draw your battels modell and as soone As the coole winds haue fand the burning Sunne And made it tractable for trauaylers Arme you and mount vpon your barbed Steed Lead foorth your Souldiers and in good array Charge brauely on the Army of our foe Lew. The Duke of Orleance hath counseld well I le in and recreate me in my Tent. Farewell my Lord when you resolue to fight Proclayme your meaning by a Canons mouth And with a volley I will answere you Exit Lewes Bur. If you will needs retyre farewell my Lord. Ha Rodoricke are not we fine Polyticians That haue so quaintly wrought the King of Fraunce Vnto our faction that he threatens warre Against the almost reconcilde Nauar Rod. But this is nothing to the actes wee le do Come come my Lord you trifle time with words Sit downe sit downe and make your warlike plot But wherfore stand these murdrous Glaues so nye Phil. Touch them not Rodorick prythee let them stand Bur. Some paper pen and incke Enter Peter Peter My Lord. Bur. Post to the Master Gunner And bid him plant his demy culuerings Against the kings pauilion Peter Presently Bur. But first bring pen and incke and paper straight Rodoricke thou shalt assist mee in this plot Rod. Do it your selfe my Lord I haue a charge Of Souldiers that are very mutinous And long I dare not stay for feare my absence Be cause of their reuolt vnto Nauar. Bur. Then to your Souldiers I will to my plot Phil. Away my Lord leaue me vnto the Duke Rod. Kill you the Duke and after I le kill thee Bur. This pen is stabbed and it will not write The Incke that 's in the Standage doth looke blacke This in my pen is turnd as red as bloud Phil. The reason that the platforme you would make Must by this hand be written with thy bloud Bur. Zounds what art thou that threatens Burbon so Phil. One that 's as desperat-carelesse of his life As thou art timerous and fearst to dye Bur. Comest thou to kill me Phil. If I should say no This weapon would condemne me which I seyz'd Of purpose Burbon to bereaue thy life Bur. Why fond man mad man know'st thou what thou doest Phil. I know it Burbon and I know besides What thou wouldst say to daunt my resolution Burb. What would I say Phil. Why that this place is death As being thy â—ent enuiron'd with thy slaues Where if I kill thee t is impossible To scape with life this Burbon thou wouldst say But Philip is not to be mou'd with words Burb. Philip Phil. I Philip Bellamiraes Loue Whose beauty villayne thou hast poysoned For which I haue vow'd thy death and thou shalt dye Therefore betake you to what fence you will Amongst this bundle chuse one weapon forth And like a worthy Duke prepare thy selfe In knightly maner to defend thy life For I will fight with thee and kill thee too Or thou shalt giue an end vnto my life But if thou call vnto thy slaues for helpe Burbon my sword shall nayle thee to the wall And thinke Prince Philip is a Prince indeed To giue thee this aduantage for thy life Bur. Boy I will scourge your insolence with death Phil. Come on Fight and kill Burbon Bur. Oh I am slayne Rod. Murder murder Burbon the Duke is slayne Phil. Peace Rodorick I am Philip thy deare friend Rod. Thou art a counterfet I know thee not Phil. Didst not thou guide me vnto Burbons Tent Rod. I guide thee to the Tent I know thee not What murder ho will no man heare my voyce Enter Peter and