CHARLOTTE

This for your Lordship's welcome into Cambray. Gone a day since, into the Countries confines, To see their strength, and readiness for service. My brother speaks all principle; what man Is moved with your soul? or hath such a thought In any rate of goodness? What news? How's that? To apprehend him? That's a lie. Is it not equal? Cowardice evermore Flies to the shield of Reason. One wreakt in time Prevents all other. Then shines virtue most When time is found for facts; and found, not lost. A D'Ambois bear in wrong so tame a spirit! That's a mere Bugbear, and impossible mock, If he, and him I bound by nuptial faith Had not been dull and drossy in performing Wreak of the deer blood of my matchless Brother, What Prince? what King? which of the desperatest Ruffings, Outlaws in Acden, durst have tempted thus One of our blood and name, be't true or false. True? 'tis passed thought false. I would once Strip off my shame with my attire, and try If a poor woman, votist of revenge Would not perform it, with a president To all you bungling foggy-spirited men; But for our birthrights honour, do not mention One syllable of any word may go To the begetting of and act so tender, And full of sulphur as this Letters truth: It comprehends so black a circumstance Not to be named; that but to form one thought, It is, or can be so; would make me mad: Come my Lord, you and I will fight this dream Out at the Chess. Madame I am bound to her virtuous bounties, For that li e which I offer in her virtuous service, To the revenge of her renowned brother. They are but words in him; believe them not. I am provided then to take his place, And undertaking on me. Since I am charged so by my mistress, His mournful sister. Death of my father: what a shame is this, Stick in his hands thus? I would perform this Combat. I care not much if it Against thy self: thy sister would have shamed, To have thy Brother's wreak with any man (In single combat) stick so in her fingers. Alas? I do, And were't not, I, fresh, found, should charge a man Weary, and wounded, I would long ere this, Have proved what I presume on. Well done my Brother: I did love thee ever, But now adore thee: lose of such a friend None should survive, of such a Brother; With my false husband live, and both these slain: Ere I return to him, I'll turn to earth. And all his notice too, without all truth. Some fool hath put this trick on you, yet more Uncover your defect of spirit and valour. First shown in lingering my deer Brother's wreak. See what it is to give the envious World Advantage to diminish eminent virtue. Send him a Challenge? Take a noble course To wreak a murder, done so Like a villain? Dispute when you should fight. Wrong wreakless Makes men die honorless: One born, another (sleeping, Leaps on our shoulders.