GUZMAN

We understand. Most certain: on, proceed. We do vouchsafe her. As fast as can the arms Of strong imagination hold her. 'Tis soon done. Imagine first our rich Mockado doublet, With our cut cloth of gold sleeves, and our quellio, Our Diamond buttond Callamancho hose, Our plume of Ostrich, with the embroidered scarf The Duchess Infantasgo rolled our arm in. Our Cloak whose cape is Larded with pearls, which the Indian lackeys Presented to our countryman De Cortez, For ransom of his life, rated in valve At thirteen thousand pistolets, the guerdon Of our achievement, when we reseued The Infanta from the Boar in single duel, Near to the Austrian forest with this rapier, This only, very, naked, single rapier. We will appear Before our Amoret Like the issue Of our progenitors. Lustre of beauty, Not to affright your tender soul with horror, We may descend to tales of peace and love, Soft whispers fitting Ladies closers, for Thunder of cannon, roaring smoke and fire, As if hells maw had vomited confusion, The clash of steel, the neighs of barbed Steeds, Wounds spouting blood, towns capering in the air, Castles push down, and Cities plowed with swords, Become great Guzmans Oratory best, Who though victorious, and during life Must be: yet now grants parley to thy smilts. Yes we will feast my queen, my empress saint, Shalt taste no delicates but what are dressed W that costly spices then the Arabian bird Sweetens her funeral bed with, we will riot With every change of meats; which may renew Our blood unto a spring, so pure, so high, That from our pleasures shall proceed a raze Of scepter-bra king princes, who at once M st reign in every quarter of the globe. Yes we will feast. The humour takes (for I sir, am a man Affects not shifts) I will adventure thus. gravely spoken, You may be proud ont— With contempt I do. Did you do this to her, dare you to vant Fulgoso whi stles the spanish Pavin. Your triumph we being present? um, would, um. A ma? It is some truss of reeds, or empty cask, In which the wind with whistling spores it self Hast thou a spirit then would? speaks thy weapon Toledo language, Bilbo, or dull Pisa? If and Italian blade, or spanish mettle, Be brief, we challenge answer. Dutch? Dutch to a Spaniard, hold me. Buttered? dutch again? You come not with intention to affront us. We will embrace the motion, it does relish, The Cavalero treats on terms of honour, Peace is not to be balked on fair conditions. We are fast. Fair conditions. A voice for certain. Here are Lords too, we take it, We carry blood about us, rich and haughty, As any the twelve Caesars. The valiant will stand too't. Match on with greediness. Wench said ye, most mechanically? faugh! Wench is your trull, your blow , your dowdy, but (Sir brother) he who names my Queen of love Without his bonnet veiled, or saying grace, As at Some paranymphall feast, is rude, Nor versed in literature, Dame Amoret, Lo, I am sworn thy Champion. Our choler must advance. Not in friendship brother, Her fair eyes, Like to a pair of pointed beams drawn from The Suns most glorious Orb, does dazzle sighed, Audacious to gaze there; then over those A several bow of jet securely twines In semicircles under them two banks Of roses read and white, divided by And arch of polish Ivotle, surveying A temple from whence Oracles proceed, More gracious than Apollos, more desired Than amorous songs of Poets, softly tuned. O, but those other parts, all— I have dreamt Of every partly about her, can lay open Her several inches, as exactly (mark it) As if I had took measure with a compass, A rule, or yard, from head to foot. A very dream. Let us then avoid him, Or stand upon our guard; the foe approaches. Brother, we'll keep aloof, there is no valour In tugging with a man fiend Our brother speaks our mind, think what you please on't. Nor be thou daunted fellow: we our selves Have felt the frowns of fortune in our days. Not mine, I seldom Wear such unfashionable trash about me. We defy them. Forsake not fair advancement, money certes Will fleet and drop off, Like a cozening friend, Who holds it, holds a slippery Eel byth' tail, Unless he gripe it fast, be ruled by counsel. By no means, brother. May my address to beauty lay no scandal Upon my martial honour, since even Mars Whom as in war, in love I imitate, Could not resist the shafts of Cupid, therefore As with the God of War, I deign to stoop Lady vouchsafe loves goddess Like to yield Your fairer hand unto these lips, the portalle Of valiant breath, that hath overturned and army. I'll stop the breath of war and breath as gently As a perfumed pair of sucking bellows In some sweet Ladies chamber, for I can Speak Lyon-like, or sheep Like, when I please. publish them in silence. She is politic, My outside Lady shrowds a prince obscured; My words Are music to her. She took him for my man, love thou Wertenberg just. Have I with this one rapier. Passed through a field of pikes, whose heads I lopped As easily as the bloody minded youth Lopped off the poppy heads. Have I—have I—have I? Have I—but let that pass, For though my famous acts were damned to silence, Yet my dissent shall crown me thy superior. List and wonder, My great, great Grandsir was and ancient Duke, Styled Dis? vir di Gonzado. So was my grandfather height Argozile. My grandsire by the mother's side a Condee, Condee Scrivano. Whose son, my mother's father was a Marquis, H io di puto. Huio di unam pravado— Had honours both by sea and land, to wit. 'Tis no fair play. O Diabolo. My fury Is now but justice on thy forfeit life. Mine honour is my tutor, Already tried and known. Why since it is her pleasure, I dare and will endure it. Mine honour claims The last foot in the field. He shall deserve it. Vouchsafe employment honourable We understand all these: advance.