ws, but idle love,
The sick-fac't object of an amorous brayne,
Did never clothe mine eye-balls, never taught
This toung, inurde to broyles and stratagems,
The passionate language of a troubled heart:
I am too blunt and rude for such nice service.
Yet since my friend injoynes me to this taske,
Take courage, Ile both speake, plead, woo for thee,
And when I want fit words to move her mind,
Ile draw my sword and sweare she must be kind.

One may smile at the notion of holloaing "to the beast," but the
whole passage is vigorous, and some single lines (e.g. "The passionate
language of a troubled heart") are excellent.

THE HISTORY of the tryall of CHEUALRY,

With the life and death of Caualiero _Dicke Bowyer_.

As it hath bin lately acted by the right _Honourable the Earle of Darby
his_ servants.

LONDON Printed by Simon Stafford for Nathaniel Butter, and are to be
sold at his shop in Paules Church-Yard, neere S. Austens Gate. 1605.

The Historie of the triall of Chevalry.

_Actus Primus_.

[SCENE 1.]

_Enter_ Lewes, _King of France_, Philip _his sonne_,
Katharina _his daughter_, Roderick _and_ Flaunders,
_with drum and colours, and soldiers at one dore:
at the other enter_ Navar, Ferdinand, Bellamira, _and,
the Earle of_ Pembroke, _and_ Burbon.

[_Lew_.] Duke _Roderick_ and my noble cozen _Flaunders_,
Are your Battalions ready for the charge?

_Rod_. Ten thousand men of Orleance I commaund
And those are bravely marshald on the playn,
Ready to be commaunded by your Highnesse.

_Flaund_. As many of the warlike brood of _Mars_
Doe call me Generall: those, my gracious Lord,
Together with my selfe I recommend
To be commaunded by your Majesty.

_Lew_. Thanks, Earle of Flaunders, Duke of Orleance, thanks.
What lets us that we charge not on the foe?

_Nav_. My Lord of Pembrooke, are your Englishmen
Squadron'd with ours and ready for the charge?

_Pem_. The French and English make one warlike body
Whereof your Highnesse is the moving head:
Or peace or warre, as pleaseth you, direct.

_Nav_. Then war and give the signal through the host.

_Lew_. Navar, Navar, submission were more meete
Then to adde bloud to wrong.

_Nav_. What wrong, King _Lewes_?
The Kingdome of Navar we will acknowledge
To hold of none but of the King of Kings.

_Lew_. Three hundred yeres prescriptions on our sides;
So long thy Ancestors by fealty
Have held