[PHPMyEdit-Discuss] Uffe vor de brave gowne: me no point.

[Spurlin <me...@rs...>]

Herring or a tortur'de Image made of playster worke. _Bel_. So, sirra,
you may scoffe my misery. _Pem_. Still haunted with these women! are men
vanisht? Or what occasion leaves the Realme of Fraunce So voyd and empty
of adventurous knights? _Clow_. Out of peradventure, Madam, the ghost of
Saint George is come out of England to see what hospitality S. Denis
keeps in Fraunce. _Pem_. Poore Bellamira, I lament thy state But I must
still suppresse my discontent. --What are you, so deformed with lothsome
spots? And what that Anticke keeps you company? _Clow_. Anticke; thou
lyest: and thou wert a knight of ginger-bread I am no Anticke. The whole
parish where I was borne will sweare that since the raigne of Charlemain
there was not a better face bred or brought up amongst them. _Pem_.
Away, ye russeting-- _Kath_. Have patience, Knight: how ever thus
deform'd, This Lady is the daughter of Navar. Madam, it joyes me I have
met you heere Though much laments me of your heavy plight. There needs
no repetition of your wrong: I know the villayne Burbon did the deed,
Whom my incensed brother will revenge. _Bel_. For Philips sake I have
been martyrd thus, And for his sake left King and Courtly life To
entertayne a Pilgrims payneful habit. But on what strange adventure
stayes this Knight Within this desolate forsaken wood? _Kath_. For love
of Ferdinand your princely brother Whose hearse he gards in honorable
Armes. _Bel_. Is this my brothers Hearse; is this t