CLINTON

But we'll disturb it, & your amorous joys. I feel and Earthquake in my trembling flesh, And my well boding Gems bids me draw A sword of vengeance on this hasty Lord, Ere suffer him to be a pariside. No, but restrain you from a wilful murder. I stand not here to offend, but to defend Your lives and honour gainst so vile and act Would blur the Conquerors fame perpetually, Making your swords the furies firebrands, Bathed so unnaturally in others blood. Where neither Honour, nor Religion springs, 'Tis better far such combats be unsought: I know your pleasant, her father has my grant, You her affection God against my will: The place whereon you stand is our own ground, And here 'tis fit I abritrate the cause. Amongst reasonable men peace is held good: None love dissension, but they thirst for blood. Will you subscribe to what we shall enjoin? In brief 'tis this. You must forbear my house, And never more be seen within my gates. Never regard the passion of a woman, They are wily creatures, and have learned this wit, Where they love most, best to dissemble it. The Bride not up, and the Archbishop come, Some call her down. What was your dream to night? Fear it not, see where she comes. How now my Lord, have you surprised your Bride? You highly wrong me. Threaten me? Not in cold blood. Here are their cases. 2. Sailors canvas Suits. Under the which I think were better clothes, And for their Steeds, thought could not be more quick, Or we had took them. The best that ere I saw. What a brave Horse the Palsgrave rid upon, And with what courage, nimbleness, and strength, Did he unhorse his valiant opposites? Spears flew in splinters, half the way to heaven, And none that ran against him kept this saddle, Except the King, and he demand him well: It joys my soul, that he has yet in store Such manly vigor; and the peoples hearts Were not a little glad. Who was the cause of this, speak; Where my Daughter? Pleases my Liege to lay aside your sorrow, And with your Royal person grace my house, Clynton will hold it and exceeding favour. Lets go seek him. Take several streets, but let your meeting be At the Waterside, least they should flee to Sea. In choler, passion and a crazed brain, But when you have slept upon your menaces, You will not then make good a noble challenge, And enter single combat Like a Lord. The Bishops, Mainz, & Trier, sent from ̄ France, By the French King desire to be admitted. With them associate comes the bold Poytiers, But as I think he's no Ambassador. Or return no more. Such as our Swords by a glorious victory set free. Daughter come from him, least I force you hither. So shall you. I'll take your gage, and meet you when you dare. Clinton kneels with him.