A Select Collection of Old English Plays, Volume 05
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A Select Collection of Old English Plays, Volume 05
English drama
I give thee leave, go to thy destruction:
But, sirrah, where's thy horse?
BASILISCO.
Why, my page stands holding him by the bridle.
PISTON.
Well, go, mount thee, go.
BASILISCO.
I go, and fortune guide my lance.
[_Exit_ BASILISCO.
PISTON.
Take the bragging'st knave in Christendom with thee--
Truly, I am sorry for him:
He just like a knight! he'll just like a jade.
It is a world to hear the fool prate and brag;
He will jet as if it were a goose on a green:
He goes many times supperless to bed,
And yet he takes physic to make him lean.
Last night he was bidden to a gentlewoman's to supper,
And, because he would not be put to carve,
He wore his hand in a scarf, and said he was wounded.
He wears a colour'd lath in his scabbard,
And, when 'twas found upon him, he said he was wrathful,
He might not wear iron: he wears civet,
And, when it was ask'd him where he had that musk,
He said all his kindred smelt so.
Is not this a counterfeit fool?
Well; I'll up, and see how he speeds.
[_Sound the sixth course._
Now, by the faith of a 'squire, he is a very faint knight;
Why, my master hath overthrown him
And his curtal both to the ground:
I shall have old laughing,
It will be better than the fox-in-the-hole[394] for me.
[_Sound._
_Enter_ PHILIPPO, PRINCE OF CYPRUS, ERASTUS,
FERDINANDO, LUCINA, _and all the Knights_.
CYPRUS.
Brave gentlemen, by all your free consents,
This knight unknown hath best demean'd himself:
According to the proclamation made,
The prize and honour of the day is his;--
But now unmask thyself that we may see
What warlike wrinkles time hath charactered
With age's print upon thy warlike face.
ENGLISHMAN.
Accord to his request, brave man-at-arms,
And let me see the face that vanquish'd me.
FRENCHMAN.
Unmask thyself, thou well-approved knight.
TURK.
I long to see thy face, brave warrior.
LUCINA.
Nay, valiant sir, we may not be denied,
Fair ladies should be coy to show their faces,
Lest that the sun should tan them with his beams:
I'll be your page this once for to disarm you.
PISTON.
That's the reason, that he shall help
Your husband to arm his head.
O, the policy of this age is wonderful.
PHILIPPO.
What, young Erastus! is it possible?
CYPRUS.
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