176175To darke di
shonours v
se thou
shalt not haue:
177176I am di
sgra
ste, impeacht, and ba
ffuld heere,
178177Pier
st to the
soule with Slaunders venomd
speare,
179178The which no balme can cure but his heart bloud
180179Which breathde this poy
son.
181180King. Rage mu
st be with
stoode,
182181Giue me his gage; Lions make Leopards tame
. 183182Mowb. Yea but not change his
spots : take but my
shame,
184183And I re
signe my gage, my deare deare Lord,
185184The pure
st trea
sure mortall times a
fford,
186185Is
spotle
sse Reputation that away
187186Men are but guilded loame, or painted clay,
188187A iewell in a ten times bard vp che
st,
189188Is a bold
spirit in a loyall brea
st:
190189Mine honour is my life, both grow in one,
191190Take honour from me, and my life is done :
192191Then (deare my Liege) mine honour let me trie,
193192In that I liue, and for that will I die.
194193King. Coo
sin, throw vp your gage, do you beginne.
196194Bull. O God defend my
soule from
such deepe
sinne,
197195Shall I
seeme Cre
st-fallen in my fathers
fight
? 198196Or with pale beggar-feare impeach my height,
199197Before this out-darde Da
stard? ere my tong
200198Shall wound my honour with
such feeble wrong,
201199Or
sound
so ba
se a parlee, my teeth
shall teare
202200The
slaui
sh motiue of recanting feare,
203201And
spit it bleeding in his high di
sgrace,
204202Where Shame doth harbour euen in Mowbraies face.
206203King. We were not borne to
sue, but to commaund,
207204Which
since we cannot do, to make you friends,
208205Be ready as your liues
shall an
swere it,
209206At Couentry vpon
saint Lamberts day,
210207There
shall your
swords and launces
arbitrate
211208The
swelling di
fference of your
setled hate,
212209Since we cannot atone you, we
shall
see
213210Iu
stice de
signe the Vi
ctors chiualrie,
214211Lord Mar
shal, commaund our O
fficers at Armes,
Be