The knave of Clubbs [by Samuel Reynolds] |
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A Cowards colde challenge, that was beaten with a Broom-staffe.
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A Cowards colde challenge, that was beaten with a Broom-staffe.
VVhereas of late thou didst prouoke mine ire,To burne in choler like mount AEtnas fire,
Rowsing my courage forth of valours den,
To fight with monsters, and to combat men,
Know I am for thee, from the cannon-shot
Vnto the smallest bodkin can be got.
Name any weapon what-soe're thou wilt,
May-pole or ship-mast for to run a tilt,
On horse or foot, in armor or in shirt,
Thou shalt finde me true valorous, expert;
Pike-staffe and Pistoll, Musket, two-hand sword,
Or any weapon Europe can afford,
Let Falchion, Polax, Launce, or Halbert try,
With Flemings-kniues either to steake or snye,
Il'e meete thee naked to the very skin,
And stab with penkniues Cæsars wounds therein.
At length, this Gull that seemd of tongue so tall,
Was by his aduersarie met withall:
Whose blowes the champions fury did allay,
And with a sticke, his rapier tooke away.
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