Beaumont and Fletcher's Works, Vol. 06 of 10Fletcher, John
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Beaumont and Fletcher's Works, Vol. 06 of 10
Fletcher, John
English drama
_Ralph._ Then _Palmerin_ and _Trineus_ snatching their Lances
from their Dwarfs, and clasping their Helmets, gallopt amain
after the Giant, and _Palmerin_ having gotten a sight of
him, came posting amain, saying, Stay traiterous thief, for
thou maist not so carry away her, that is worth the greatest
Lord in the World, and with these words gave him a blow on
the Shoulder, that he struck him besides his Elephant; and
_Trineus_ coming to the Knight that had _Agricola_ behind him,
set him soon besides his horse, with his neck broken in the
fall, so that the Princess getting out of the throng, between
joy and grief said: All happy Knight, the mirror of all such
as follow Arms, now may I be well assured of the love thou
bearest me, I wonder why the Kings do not raise an Army of
fourteen or fifteen hundred thousand men, as big as the Army
that the Prince of _Portigo_ brought against _Rocicler_, and
destroy these Giants, they do much hurt to wandring Damsels,
that go in quest of their Knights.
_Wife._ Faith Husband, and _Ralph_ says true, for they say the
King of _Portugal_ cannot sit at his meat, but the Giants and
the Ettins will come and snatch it from him.
_Cit._ Hold thy tongue; on _Ralph_.
_Ralph._ And certainly those Knights are much to be commended,
who neglecting their possessions, wander with a Squire and a
Dwarfe through the Desarts, to relieve poor Ladies.
_Wife._ I by my faith are they _Ralph_, let 'em say what they
will, they are indeed: our Knights neglect their possessions
well enough, but they do not the rest.
_Ralph._ There are no such courteous, and fair well-spoken
Knights in this age, they will call one the Son of a whore,
that _Palmerin_ of _England_, would have called fair Sir; and
one that _Rosicler_ would have called Right beaut[eous] Damsel,
they will call Damn'd bitch.
_Wife._ I'll be sworn will they _Ralph_, they have called me so
an hundred times about a scurvy pipe of Tobacco.
_Ralph._ But what brave spirit could be content to sit in his
shop with a flapet of Wood, and a blew Apron before him selling
_Methridatam_ and _Dragons water_ to visited houses, that might
pursue feats of Arms, and through his noble atchievements,
procure such a famous History to be written [of his] Heroick
prowesse.
_Cit._ Well said _Ralph_, some more of those words _Ralph_.
_Wife._ They go finely by my troth.
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