BRANDRON

How weary am I with this foraging, Yet cannot find my hunted prey come in: Have I a truce granted to a fruitful Kingdom, And her chief City, not a mile from hence Upon condition I should spare his City, Self, and people, to have my quick provision hunted Into my Iron nets, and do they break and baffle thus? Is Bear and Lion food too good for me? Why then I see I must take pains to march, And with my Iron Mace, pound, pash, and mortar them And City too: o the net is fallen, It's well you keep your league. How now, what scare-Crow's that? A sleeping Dormouse in my Castle walls: how God he in? I have no other Porter than my self, And through the keyhole sure he could not craule; How or which way should this small spy get in? Sirrah awake, or with one Philip of my Iron Mace, I'll send eternal sleep to seize on thee: Awake you dog. How? cut my throat? I shall prevent ye slave: Wren of deformity awake I say. What art thou worm? Perish thy father and thy mother, as thy self shall: Slave how gotst thou in? Bird of the Devil, where's your wings to fly? No my fin Pigeon, I will clip your wings: Come to my Caldron, come I'll see how finely you can Flutter there, it reeks and bubbles, there I'll plunge thee in, there shalt thou play my Pige. Till thou art fine, soft, plump, and tender sod And then I'll pick thy bones my dainty bird. Dispatch my bird. Why when I say? Would! The beams of wonder shoots into mine eyes, And love and pity hath surprised my heart. The morning's majesty does not so fresh break forth, When she does usher the Altitionate from forth his bed Of spices, here to shine: how were mine eyes deluded, My sweet boy, when that I thought Deformity hung here? for which upon my knees I beg thy gracious pardon, and with submission, And contrition, do desire that favour, But to kiss thy foot. I merit not that favour, heavenly boy. And for that hand my whole heart is thy slave; Demand, and take the life of Brandron. Then say, my dotage darling, canst thou love me? Enough, my dainty boy; the banquet of the Gods, To which flew Saturn, once in thirty years, Tasteth not there of more delightsome Cates, Than I'll have for my love: come in my boy, Walk with me hand in hand, Thou shalt not ask, but have thy full demand. How likest thou Brandron, and his Castle boy? Music to Brandrons ear that thou art so. A contradiction to thy will, were poison To my thoughts: on my souls harmony. Oriȝon, that o're-strid the Dolphin with his Harp, Near song nor played such chanting melody: Thou hast made me drowsy love with thy sweet air. Walk with thy Jove, my lovely Ganymede, And once a day survey my Castle round, Then will I play with these thy silken locks, Kiss that sweet Venus Mole upon thy Cheek, And smell unto thy sweet Sabean breath, Then will we walk and view my silver fountain, And my silver Swans, whom next to thee, I take most pleasure in. Little dost thou know what those Swans be. List, and I'll tell thee: Those Swans are daughters to the King of Macedon, Whom I surprised, and kept within my Castle, Till at the length, so scorched with loves hight flames That Brandron needs must die, if not enjoy: So thinking to deflower they one by one, Each by her prayers converted to a Swan, And flew for safety in my golden fountain, And there for ever shall my Leda's Birds Remain, unharmed by Brandron, or any. Where art thou love? It's well; now we have attained the highest top: would! See, see, six straggling spies, wandering fugitives Are lurking about my Walls to make a breach, And steal my Swans away; but I will down, And with my Iron Mace send they a welcome, That their powder bones shall seem a pastime For the wind to play with. Dost thou my love? Would, would, would. Oh the Christian curs, what then? Are these the men? beshrew me heart The largeness of their fame makes Brandron shrug. I cannot love thee dearer if thou dost, But I am loath to venture thee my love. Go and befortunate, I long till thou returnest. Would, would, would; how happy am I in this faithful boy? I have beheld through a chink, the Knights Brought in unarmed and weaponless: O my prosperous politician how I love thee: These were the Knights whom I did ever fear, And now I have they all mine own but one: O here comes my boy; the news, the news? My eyes best object; what are they springed my love? Say on, we are secure frhm fear and danger now. What's he the seventh? Go and betray him as thou didst the rest. I will not venture thee come, lets to these Knights, If they will yield unto our fair demands, And by that Christian power they do adore, Swear fealty and faithful love to us, To fight our battles, and our Champions prove, against those that shall oppose our might and power, We are their friends, and they shall live in favour; But if denial breath from ones lip, He and the rest shall perish instantly: Follow me love. Hollow once more, look up and see, If these thou conquerest, then thou copst with me, But not before: nay, never start, I know thou knowest they well, You never so strange were, as you must be now: I keep those bonds which yoked your amities, And I have broke those bonds:these, once what ere they were, Are now my Subject's, and all sworn to fight In Brandrons quarrel, be it wrong or right. I, and to die in't: question them I pray. One of you tell him, if you please you may. Would, would, would; o my dainty boy, stand near my love, Here's none dares injure thee. Champion thou shalt. Why by the Ethiops' stamp, yond burning ball, I vow; and this I furthermore will promise, That each several Combatant shall bear several arms; And to thy self, from our rich Armoury, Weapons I'll send complete, although mine enemy: Here, take the keys, my boy, and see each weapon fitted Both for him and them: mean time, hear will we fit Spectators of their deeds: O they are met. Am I betrayed? First will I head long throw me from this Tower, And dash my brains against the craggy rocks, That murmurs at the fallen of Brandron: No, Christian slaves, you shall not write Your glories in my blood, to say, The mighty Brandron fell by you: Brandron wins glory to himself to yield, And thus will conquer Brandron in the field, Would, what harebrained frantic Urchin have we there? Dost come to meet the Crows and chatting Pies? They'le make a banquet of thy carcase: Reserve your smooth-faced brow to play with Ladies, Begun I say, and do not make reply, For if thou urge me to a Porters pains, The strong nerved Cyclops, who by ponderous weight, Forged out the gates of steel, near laid such strokes, I will on thy childish Burgonet. thou seest I'm pitiful. be accepted at thy hand by such as fear Thy bugbear terms, were thy deeds as much: Therefore descend, and to my hands deliver up the keys, With it those Virgins, undeflowered and wronged, The daughters to the King of Macedon, Or by the sacred Cross of Christendom, Under whose Banner George of England fights, I'll pitch thy head upon the wall thoustandst, And Traitor Like thy hateful limbs beside. Oh, we have herd of you before, but since you are so hight I'll fetch a Julip for to cool your blood, You shall be fought, and fought, and fought with too: Betake you to your tools, that valour tries, For never till now you played your Master-prize,