A Select Collection of Old English Plays, Volume 06
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A Select Collection of Old English Plays, Volume 06
English drama
SHEALTY.
Base English groom, from beggars sent belike,
Who for their mate thee malapert account,
Dare I (think'st thou) these lords magnificent,
Without their special pleasure understood.
Once move with message or with show of speech?
FEALTY.
More servile thou to lose a herald's due,
That is in field a king's companion.
But if thou dare not my ambassage do,
Stand by, and stop not my access to them.
SHEALTY.
Rather will I return, and know their minds.
[_When_ SHEALTY _goes to them_, WIT _goes to the
three Lords of London_.
POLICY.
Now, boy, what news?
WIT.
The fearful herald of yon famous crew
Durst not your message to his masters tell,
Till Fealty with contumelious words
(Yet was the Spaniard brave and hot in terms)
Enforced him for their answer resolute.
[_The Spaniards whisper with their Herald_.
POMP.
Which now, belike, our herald shall receive;
For theirs comes to him.
SHEALTY.
It pleaseth them to be magnifical,
And of their special graces to vouchsafe
A counterview of pages and of shields,
And countermessage by us heralds done;
A favour which they seldom grant to foes.
Go thou for those; I meet thee will with these.
FEALTY.
My lords, yon braving Spaniards wish
A counterview of pages and of shields,
But what they mean or be, I know not yet.
Haply you may by their impresses view,
Or I by parley some conjecture give,
So please it you your pages and your shields
With me to send: their herald comes with theirs.
POLICY.
Our shields I reck not, but to send our Wealth--
FEALTY.
Accompanied with Wit and Will--no peril.
POMP.
It is my Wealth; but keep him, if they dare:
I'll fetch him double, if they do, my lords.
PLEASURE.
Boys, take our shields and spears, for they come on.
WIT.
Vail, Spaniard: couch thy lance and pendant both.
Knowest where thou art? Here will we bear no braves.
[_When the English boys meet the other, cause them to put
down the tops of their lances, but they beat up theirs_.
WEALTH.
Down with your point: no loft-born lances here
By any stranger, be he foe or friend.
WILL.
Well dost thou note the couching of thy lance;
Mine had, ere this, else gor'd your Spanish skin.
FEALTY.
Well done, my boys; but now all reverence--
SHEALTY.
Advance again your lances now, my boys.
[_Hold up again_.
S. PRIDE.
Dicito nobis ideo, qui ades, quid sibi velint isthaec emblemata?
Dicito (inquam) lingua materna: nos enim omnes belle intelligimus,
quamvis Anglice loqui dedignamur.
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