The Spanish Tragedie.
Yet free from bearing any seruile yoake;
For in our hearing thy deserts were great,
And in our sight thy selfe art gracious.
For in our hearing thy deserts were great,
And in our sight thy selfe art gracious.
Balt. And I shall studie to deserue this grace.
King. But tell me, for their holding makes me doubt,
To which of these twaine art thou prisoner?
To which of these twaine art thou prisoner?
Lor. To me my liege.
Hor. To me my Soueraigne.
Lor. This hand first tooke the courser by the raines.
Hor. But first my launce did put him from his horse.
Lor. I ceaz'd his weapon and enioyde it first.
Hor. But first I forst him lay his weapons downe.
Let him go.King. Let goe his arme vpon our priuiledge.
So, worthy prince, to whether didst thou yeeld?
So, worthy prince, to whether didst thou yeeld?
Balt. To him in curtesie; to this perforce:
He spake me faire, this other gaue me strookes:
He promisde life, this other threatned death;
He wan my loue, this other conquered me:
And trueth to say, I yeeld my selfe to both.
He spake me faire, this other gaue me strookes:
He promisde life, this other threatned death;
He wan my loue, this other conquered me:
And trueth to say, I yeeld my selfe to both.
Hiero. But that I know your Grace for iust and wise,
And might seeme partiall in this difference,
Inforct by nature, and by law of Armes,
My tongue should plead for young Horatios right.
He hunted well that was a Lions death,
Not he that in a garment wore his skin:
So Hares may pull dead Lyons by the beard.
And might seeme partiall in this difference,
Inforct by nature, and by law of Armes,
My tongue should plead for young Horatios right.
He hunted well that was a Lions death,
Not he that in a garment wore his skin:
So Hares may pull dead Lyons by the beard.
King. Content thee Marshall, thou shalt haue no wrong.
And for thy sake thy sonne shall want to right.
Will both abide the censure of my doome?
And for thy sake thy sonne shall want to right.
Will both abide the censure of my doome?
Lor. I craue no better than your Grace awardes.
Hor. Nor I, although I sit beside my right.
King. Then by iudgement thus your strife shall ende,
You both deserue, and both shall haue reward.
Nephew, thou tokst his weapon and his horse
His weapons and his horse are thy reward.
Horatio, thou didst force him first to yeeld,
You both deserue, and both shall haue reward.
Nephew, thou tokst his weapon and his horse
His weapons and his horse are thy reward.
Horatio, thou didst force him first to yeeld,
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