to foure Trades Godfrey my eldest boy I haue made a Mercer Guy my next sonne enrol'd in Gold-smithes Trade My third sonne Charles bound to an Haberdasher Yong Eustace is a Grocer all high borne Yet of the Citty-trades they haue no scorne Thus bare necessity hath made me seeke Some refuge to sustaine our pouerty And hauing plac't my sonnes in such a sort The little wealth I haue left I leaue to thee My selfe will trauaile to the holy Land And ere I lie within the earths vaste wombe Pay my deuoute vowes at my Sauiours Tombe BELL. Was that the cause you sent for my foure brothers EVRLE. Their wished sight will cheere my aged heart And I will blesse them all before I part Enter GODFREY GVY CHARLES and EVSTACE like Apprentices GODF. I wonder brothers why my father hath sent for vs thus earely that all businesse set apart wee must meete together this morning GVY. I know not the reason I had much ado to get leaue of my Maister to be spared from my attendance in the Shop and seruing of Customers CHA. 'Faith as soone as I heard but the messenger say my father must speake with mee I left my Tanakrd to guard the Conduit and away came I EVST. I beshrew him I should haue bene at breake-fast with two or three good boyes this morning but that match is disappointed by this meeting BELL. See where my brothers are already come EARLE Godfrey Guy Charles yong Eustace all at once Diuide a fathers blessing in foure parts And share my prayers amongst you equally First Godfrey tell mee how thou lik'st thy Trade And knowing in thy thoughts what thou hast ben How canst thou brooke to be as thou art now GODF. Bound must obey Since I haue vndertooke To serue my Maister truely for seuen yeares My duty shall both answere that desire And my old Maisters profite euery way I praise that Citty which made Princes Trades-men Where that man noble or ignoble borne That would not practise some mechanicke skill Which might support his state in penury Should die the death not sufferd like a drone To sucke the hony from the publicke Hiue I hold it no disparage to my birth Though I be borne an Earle to haue the skill And the full knowledge of the Mercers Trade And were I now to be create a new It should not grieue me to haue spent my time The secrets of so rich a Trade to know By which aduantage and much profites grow EAR. Well hast thou done to ouercome thy fate Making thy minde conformed to thy state How likes my Guy the Gold-smithes faculty GVY. As a good refuge in extremity Say I be borne a Prince and be cast downe By some sinister chance or fortunes frowne Say I be banisht when I haue a Trade And in my selfe a meanes to purchase wealth Though my state waste and towring honours fall That still stayes with mee in the extream'st of all EARLE What saies my third sonne Charles CHAR. If I should say I would not brooke those bonds Which God and fate and you haue tied me in You would be preaching disobedience Or should I say the Citty-trades are base For such a great mans sonnes to take on them Your fatherly regard would straight aduise mee To chastise my rebellious thoughts and say Sonne you by this may liue another day Therefore as my two brothers I reply You aske mee if I like it I say I EARLE What saies my yongest boy EVST. Father I say Hawking is a pretty sport And Hunting is a Princely exercise To ride a great horse oh 't is admirable EARL Eustace I know it is but to my question How canst thou brooke to be a Prentise boy EVST. Mee thinkes I could endure it for seuen yeares Did not my Maister keepe me in too much I cannot goe to breake-fast in a morning With my kinde mates and fellow-Prentises But he cries Eustace one bid Eustace come And my name Eustace is in euery roome If I might once a weeke but see a Tilting Sixe daies I would fall vnto my businesse close And ere the weekes end winne that idle day Hee will not let mee see a mustering Nor in a May-day morning fetch in May I am no sooner got into the Fencing-schoole To play a venew with some friend I bring But Eustace Eustace all the streete must ring Hee will allow me not one howr for sport I must not strike a foote-ball in the streete But hee will frowne not view the dancing-schoole But hee will misse me straight not suffer mee So much as take vp cudgels in the streete But hee will chide I must not go to buffets No though I bee prouoked that 's the hell Were 't not for this I could endure it well EARLE Sonnes yee must all forget your birth and honors And looke into the times necessity I know yee are perswaded Thinke not sonnes the names of Prentice can disparage you For howsoeuer of you esteem'd they bee Euen Kings themselues haue of these Trades beene free I made a vow to see the holy Land And in the same my Sauiours Sepulchre Hauing so well dispos'd you I will now First blesse you Boyes and then preferre my vow GODF. With much ado do I containe my spirit Within these bandes that haue inclos'd me round Though now this case the noble Sunne doth shroud Time shall behold that Sunne breake through this clowd GVY. My Genius bids my soule haue patience And sayes I shall not be a Prentise long I scorne it not but yet my spirits aime To haue this hand catch at the Crowne of Fame CHAR. An Haberdasher is the Trade Ivse But the soft wool feeles in my hand like steele And I could wish each hat comes through my hand Were turn'd into an Helmet and each Helmet Vpon a Souldiers head for me to lead Warre is the walke which I desire to tread EVST. I am a Grocer Yet had rather see A faire guilt sword hung in a veluet sheath Then the best Barbary sugar in the world Were it a freight of price inestimable I haue a kinde of prompting in my braine That sayes Though I be bound to a sweete Trade I must forgoe it I keepe too much in I would fast from meate and drinke a Summers day To see swords clash or view a desperate fray EARLE Bridle these humours sonnes expell them cleane And your high Spirits within your breasts containe Whilst I my tedious Pilgrimage prepare To spend my age in pouerty and prayer My first-borne first fare-well my second next Charles Eustace Daughter Heere my blessings say Your wishes beare mee on my sacred way Exit GODF. Euen to the place you trauaile there to ascend With those deuoute prayers you to heauen commend Brothers since wee are now as strangers here Yet by our fathers prouident care so plac'd That wee may liue secure from penury So let vs please our Maisters by our care That we our ruin'd fortunes may repaire GVY. Brother if I knew where to
Experience bids vs fight another way Why should we tire our Troupes in search of them That with audacious boldnesse secke out vs Let vs stand to receiue them when they come And with a groue of Pikes growing on this earth Where now no tree appeares tosse vp their bodies Whose coarses by your strong armes kept aloofe May hang like bloudy pendants on your staues SOP. Oh sight best pleasing to the Persian gods TVR. In the skies fore-head shall the bright Sunne stand Amaz'd to view that glorious spectacle And with the pleasing sight forget his way To grace our Trophee with perpetuall day MOR. But how shall we receiue their armed Troopes What speciall order will your grace assigne To them that shall command your Companies SOL. It shall be thus This way the Christians march The body of our Hoast shall stay behind To be a strength to faire Hierusalem But we with certaine souldiers secretly Will lie in ambush The great Persian Sophy With Turnus and a chiefe command of men Shall guard that way my selfe and thou Morates Will keepe this passage with a troupe select To seize on their fore-runners scouts and spies Assist vs fate ere-long the world shall know Our glories by the Christians ouerthrow This is my Quarter these my men shall be SOP. Morates thou and these shall follow me Exeunt Enter ROBERT of Normandy ROB. Oh whether will blind loue conduct my steps Prince Tancreds Deere and English Roberts Ioy Is fled in secret and hath left our Tents Thus like an Errant and Aduenturous Knight I haue left the Hoast to follow her faire search And durst not trust the aire with my intent This way they say she went the Campe 's secure This way vnknowne in secret I pursue her Enter CHARLES CHA. This way my loue went like a shooting starre Whose blazing traine doth guilde the firmament Such glorious beauty addes she to the way Making the dark night-pathes shine bright as day Ye honoured Armes farewell and Campe adiew I do forsake my selfe her to pursue ROB. Behold a traueller I will enquire If chance hath cast his eye vpon my loue CHA. I was about to aske of yonder man Whether her beauty had enricht his sight But 't is my riuall Robert Charles obscure thee For should he see thee he would quickely iudge What Adamant had drawne me to these woods One case I see hath made vs errants both To be found wandring thus I should be loth ROB. Loue that drew me hath drawne that knight along Being but a childe a Gyant 's not so strong Enter SOLDAN MORETES and Souldiers SOL. Stand Christians by your Crosses on your brests Yee 're markt for death and base destruction ROB. What are ye that like cowards with such oddes Assault vs thus vnfurnisht for the warres SOL. I am the Soldan these my men at armes That lie to intercept you and prepare For your accursed liues this fatall snare CHA. The Soldan the grand enemy to CHRIST The deuils Liuetenant Vice-roy vnder him Braue English Robert since our frowning starres Haue brought vs to this narrow exigent And train'd vs hither with a chaine of loue To perish by the swords of Infidels Stand foote to foote ROB. Tush I am Pagans swords proofe and my starres Haue markt me for a Conquerour in these warres SOL. Vpon them souldiers pitty they despise Scarce can the world affoord a richer prize Alarum They fight and are both taken CHA. Thou glorious eye of heauen be euer blinde Maske thy bright face in clouds eternally Darke vapours and thicke mysts thy front embrace And neuer shine to looke on my disgrace ROB. A prisoner Robert this my comfort bee He makes me bound that best can set me free SOL. Take them to guard this entrance to our warres Is full of spirit and begets much hope We will not yet examine what ye are Till tortures wring it from your slauish tongues That done your blouds these champaines shall embrue Meane time wee 'le waite for more of your loose crue Enter GVY with his Shield and a Page brings his Sword and Target in each of his hands a Pollax GVY. I am turn'd wilde man since I vsde these Forests And I haue wonne more weapons in these woods From Out-lawes whom my sword hath vanquished Then I can carry on my backe with ease I haue swords targets Pikes and Partisans Pollaxes maces clubs and horse-mens staâ— Darts halberds long swords Pistols Petronels All which I haue conquered At this Mountaine ridge Two villaines with these weapons set vpon me But with my sword I made them turne their heeles And leaues these Trophees which I thus support And beare vpon my shoulders Conqueror-like What do I see an ambush by their armes They should be Pagans Robert prisoner With him a Christian Leader Oh my God Thou hast either brought me to reuiue my name By rescuing these or here to die with shame Come life come death a banisht man will try To liue with honour or with honour die Robert breake from thy guard make them dismaid Receiue these weapons God hath sent thee aid ROB. God and Saint George CHA. Now by the Soldans Crowne If I can weild this weapon he shall downe GVY. The Christians God for vs SOL. What are they free Alarum Drummes the heathen powers for mee They fight the Pagans are beaten off Guy departs suddenly ROB. Some Angell in the habite of a Knight Hath reskued vs such heauy downe-right blowes Could neuer come from any mortall arme For euery blow he reacht was certaine death CHAR. What is that power if heauenly power he be That we may laude and praise his Deity ROB. Departed on a suddaine ere we know To whom our freedomes and our liues we owe CHA. By that inscription grauen on his shield We may perhaps descry him in the campe Cease admiration then let these euents Hasten our steps backe to suruey our Tents Enter seuerally GODFREY and TANCRED TANC. Godfrey GODF. Tancred TANC. Well met my Lords in these vnpeopled paths What hath your loue made you to leaue the field GODF. Godfrey ne're dreamt to haue met with Tancred her The Lady that hath fled from our chaste loue Whom Tancred I do more affectionate Because she much resembles my faire sister Hath caused me so much to forget my selfe And play the wanderer in these vnknowne woods soft march But soft that drumme should speake the Pagans tongue I feare we are betrai'd I I 't is so Tancred we are round compast by the foe SOLDAN SOPHIE and Souldiers encompasse the Christian Princes Enter EVSTACE and set them free EVST. Thanke me for this for next th' Almighty Powers I haue bene the meanes to saue your desperate liues Now Christian Princes I am quit with you For all the grace you haue done me in the Campe And now you owe me for my banishment And though you haue exil'd me from your Tents You haue not power to keepe me from the warres Vpon this shield I beare the Grocers
these warres be done Ye haue the price I my content haue wonne CHAR. Honour hath taught the Palatine to speake EVST. Since what we both desire one can but haue Take charge of her Let me receiue the charge Of a great Army and commanding power Before I marry I must winne my Dower CHAR. So say I too and Out-law life adiew TANC. And welcome loue which I must keepe for you Their Drummes shall scold mine shall haue time to cease And whilst they warre with her I 'le make my peace Are you content sweete Lady BELL. I must do That which amongst you all best pleaseth you I am a prisoner prisoners must obey You say I shall and I must not say nay CHAR. Do so sweete loue EVST. Till these warres ended be I prethee sweete loue keepe thy heart to me TAN. Come Captaine we bequeath you to your charge To march with speed towards the holy warres This Lady as our life we will esteeme And place her in the honour of a Queene Exeunt Enter ROBERT of Normandy GODFREY of Buloigne and GVY of Lessingham with Drumme and Souldiers GODF. What art thou with thy brow confrontest mee GVY. One that thinkes scorne to giue least place to thee GODF. Thou know'st mee not to set my name so light GVY. I reck thee not my frowne thou canst not fright Wee are no babe or if we were yet know Thy proud face cannot like a Bug-beare show GODF. Thou hast strucke fire vpon a flinty spirit Think'st thou because thou lead'st the French Kings troupes And art Commander of a few bold French That we will yeeld the vpper hand to thee I let thee know thou hast dishonoured mee GVY. I let thee know thou hast done as much by me Think'st thou thou canst outface me proud man no Know I esteeme thee as too weake a foe GODF. Now by my Knight-hood I 'le reuenge this wrong And for that word thy heart shall curse thy tongue ROB. What meane these hasty Princes thus to iarre And bend their swords against their mutuall breasts Whose edge were sharpned for their enemies crests GODF. He shall not march before me GVY. But I will GODF. Zounds but thou shalt not by this blessed day I 'le pitch thee like a barre out of my way GVY. Thy armes want strength thou canst not tosse me so GODF. No can they not by heauen I 'le try a throw ROB. Princes I charge you by the honoured zeale And loue to him for whom ye come to fight To cease this enuy and abortiue iarre The fields are broad enough for both to march And neither haue the vantage of the ground GVY. Robert mine arme shall act a wondrous thing I 'le hurle him like a stone out of a sling Not haue the way I 'le fling thee on the earth And then march ouer thee with all my Troupes GODF. Robert of Normandy by all the honour Thou hop'st t' atchiue thee in these holy warres Stand from betwixt vs let 's but try one fall I 'le cast his corke-like trunkè by wondrous skill As Hercules threw Lycas from an Hill ROB. For Gods sake and our Sauiours in whose booke Yee now are entred as his souldiers prest In whose Campe Royall if yee mutiny Yee are found guilty by his martiall Law And worthy death I charge you Princes both T' abandon this iniurious enmity Stand you betwixt the Souldiers lest this sting Of blinde seditions raigne in this our Army And feed vpon our bodies like a plague Princes I charge you by your Sauiours bloud Shed for your sinnes yee shed none at this time GODF. Well let him march before I will resigne Robert preuailes French-man the right is thine GVY. I will not march first but in courtesie I will resigne that honoured place to thee But what a King should say I should not do With violent rage that would I runne into Go on by heauen you shall I yeeld it you By heauen you shall the place I freely grant Friendship can more with me then rude constraint GOD. Thy honoured loue with honour I returne What thou would'st giue me I resigne thee backe This kinde reply to me stands like a charme Then royally let 's march on arme in arme ROB. Such iust proportion Princes still should keepe Braue Lord of Bulloigne ioyne your Troupes with ours That are by birth approued Englishmen And Lord of France that vnder your conduct Haue ready arm'd ten thousand fighting men To fight with vs for faire Ierusalem Distrest by mis-beleeuing Infidels Let vs vnite a friendly Christian league We haue entred valiant Lords vpon our way Euen to the midst of fertile Lumbardy By writers term'd the Garden of the world Halfe of our way we haue ouercome already Then let vs here in campe vpon these Downes But stay what threatning voyce of warfare sounds Enter after a Trumpet EVSTACE GODF. Had not yong Eustace in the seas bene drown'd I should haue said he treads vpon this ground And but none scap'd the dangerous seas saue I This French-man I should thinke my brother Guy EVST. Princes my Maister County Palatine Wondring what bold foote durst presume to tread Vpon his Confines without asking leaue Sends me to know the cause of your arriue Or why the arm'd hoofes of your fiery steeds Dare wound the fore-head of his peacefull Land DODF. Dare sends thy Lord in that ambitious key GVY. Or hath the pride of thy refined tongue Guilded thy message with these words of scorne ROB. Add'st thou vnto thy message Knight or no EVST. The naked tenour of my Maisters minde Thus I infold rash saucy insolent That by audacious boldnesse haue not fear'd To breake into my Soueraignes royall pale I charge you to returne the way you came And step by step tell euery tedious stride That you haue measured rashly in his Land Or by the honour of his name he sweares To chace you from the margent of his Coast With an vnnumbred Army and huge Hoast GODF. March backe againe Oh scandall to our names Haue we deseru'd to be so censur'd on Though not one man vpon my part would stand Alone I 'le pierce the bowels of his Land GVY. Basely retire and thirty thousand strong Were the whole worlds power ambusht in our way Yet would we on Returne dishonourably Forward I l'e march though euery step I tread Plunge me in bloud thus high aboue my head ROB. Princes haue patience let me answere him Knight I condemne not thee for speaking boldly The proud defiance that thy Maister sends But mildly we returne our pleasures thus We do confesse it was some ouer-sight To march so farre without some notice giuen Vnto the Lord and Prince that owes the Land And we could wish that we had crau'd his leaue But since 't is thus that we haue march'd thus farre And basely to retire is infamous If not with leaue wee forward meane to go Despight of King or Emp'rour shall say no EVST, I will informe the Prince my Soueraigne so Exit
my shape To worke sedition in the Christian Campe You haue confirm'd by generall Parliament A Statute that must stand inuiolate Namely that mutiny in Prince or Pesant Is death a Kingdome cannot saue his life Then whence proceed these strange contentions CHA. I seiz'd her first EVS. I first her thoughts did proue TAN. I plead the composition for my loue ROB. If wealth will win the thoughts of that chaste Lady I le bid as faire as any for her loue GODF. If valour may atchieue her I 'mongst many Will bid more warlike blowes for her then any GV. Nay if you go to scrambling this for me Draw FREN. LAD. Speed they that list so you repulsed be BELL. Yet heare me Princes EVST. Hence with friuolous words GODF. Stand we to prate when others draw their sworde CHAR. Speake thou my cause Draw TAN. This shall my pleader be Draw GV. Thou art for vs Draw ROB. And sword speake thou for mee BELL. He that best loues me pierce me with his sword Lest I become your generall ouerthrow I do coniure you by the loue you beare me Either to banish this hostility Or all at once to act my Tragedy A blow is death proclaim'd by Parliament Can ye make Lawes be the first that break them Knew I that this my beauty bred this strife With some black poyson I would staine my cheeks Till I lookt fouler then an Aethiop Still do ye brandish your contentious swords This night shall end my beauty and to morrow Looke to behold my Christall eyes scratcht out My visage martyrd and my haire torne off He that best loues it ransome it with peace I will preserue it if your fury cease But if ye still persist the heauens I call As my vowes witnesse I will hate ye all TANC. To shew my loue my sword shall sleepe in rest GODF. I 'le keepe mine sharpe for the braue Soldans crest GV. Peace sword ROB. The Norman Robert keeps his keene T' abate the fury of the Soldans spleene CHA. My sword cries truce EVST. Blade when thou next art seene Thou mak'st thy Lord a King his Loue a Queene BELL. You haue redeem'd my beauty your last iarre Had made perfection with my face at warre EVST. Lady the vertuous motions of your heart Adde to the aboundant graces of your fame It was your beauty that did blinde our soules And in our close brests plac'd obliuion 'T is true we haue ordain'd a strict decree That whosoeuer in our Christian Hoast Strikes with a sword in hostile enmity Forfeits his life then breake off this debate And keepe our owne decrees inuiolate Enter with a Tucket before them TVRNVS and MORATES MO. Health to the Christians from the mighty Soldan TV. Death and destrustion from the Persian Sophy ROB. That tongue brings peace to thee will I attend GODF. That tongue brings war thy motions we commend TANC. Speake peace thy lookes are smoth we 'l list to thee CHAR. Speake warre bring warre and we to warre agree MOR. The Babylonian Soldan mighty Princes Sends me to know the cause of this your March Into a land so farre remote from ye If ye intend to see your Prophets Tombe As holy Pilgrimes peace shall guard your way EVST. Peace we defie let 's heare what thou canst say ROB. Proceed proceed GV. Do and I 'le sound my Drumme To drowne his voyce that doth for parleance come EVST. Why I am borne to nothing in this world But what my sword can conquer Should we yeeld Our fortunes to base composition I haue no hopes mine honour to encrease Curst be his base eare that attends to peace MOR. Let me conclude my message GODF. Pagan no Warres friend speake thou I am to Peace a foe TVR. The Persian Sophy thus instructs my tongue That Prince amongst you whose heroicke brest Dares shew it selfe to his triumphant speare Excepting but the name of Christian Like to the Persian Gods he honours him But should he know a heart in these proud Troupes And know that heart to be addict to peace Hee 'd hate him like a man that should blaspheme In Sion Towres hangs his victorious flagge Blowing defiance this way and it showes Like a red meteor in the troubled aire Or like a blazing comet that fore-tels The fall of Princes CHAR. Thine owne Princes â—all TVR. Then in one word destruction to you all GODF. I had not thought such spirits had remain'd Within the warlike breasts of Infidels EVST. Dares the Maiesticke spirit of thy King Answere a challenge dares he pawne his Crowne Against the hazard of ten thousand liues GVY. And who should fight against him EVST. I GVY. Thou EVS. I 'gainst him and thee and all the world That interdicts my honour GV. Me EVST. Thee GV. Fire rage and fury all my veines do swell Be mute my tongue bright sword my fury tell EVST. Fire mount 'gainst his mad fury check his rage Burne out then flame his bloud thy heate shall swage They fight and are parted GODF. What haue ye done iniustice staines our crests If for this act yee haue not lost their liues ROB. I will not beare the badge of Christendome In such a Bedlam mad society CHA. Cease to determine of their haire-braine rage Till yee haue sent the Pagans from our Tents TAN. 'T is well aduis'd Souldiers take charge of the Till we determine of our Embassie MOR. I feare me Turnus had you known before The spirits of these haughty Christians T' haue bene so full of enuious cheualry You would haue temper'd some part of your rage You see they striue and fight amongst themselues To practise hate against they meete with vs TVR. Morates no we scorne all abiect feares And they shall know our hearts as great as theirs GODF. It shall be so Attend me Pagan Lords We come not with grey gownes and Pilgrimes staues Beads at our sides and sandals on our feete Feare in our hearts entreaty in our tongues To begge a passage to our Prophets graue But our soft Beauer Felâ— we haue turn'd to iron Our gownes to armour and our shels to plumes Our walking staues we haue chang'd to Cemytars And so with pilgrimes hearts not pilgrims habits We come to hew way through your maine Armies And offer at the Tombe our contrite hearts Made purple with as many Pagans blouds As wee haue in our breasts religious thoughts And so be gone no words in trifling wast Death followes after you with wings of hast TVR. That Prince speaks Musick which doth cheere my heart MOR. Princes adew with terrour I depart Exeunt CHA. Now to these other Captaine-mutiners What shall be done with them EVST. Euen what you please We haue liu'd with paine and we can die with ease GVY. What God hath made a Gods name do you marre Death is the least I feare now to the barre ROB. Lords giue me leaue to temper our decree The Law is death but such is our regard Of Christian bloud we moderate it thus Because we
know your worths your liues are sau'd Yet that the world shall see we prise our Lawes And are not partiall should we sit on Kings Wee doome you euerlasting banishment From out the Christian Army EVS. Banishment This was your doing well I 'le be reueng'd By all the hopes that I haue lost I will Princes your doomes are vpright I obey them And voluntarily exile my selfe Against my furious spirit I could weepe To leaue this royall Army and to loose The honour promist in the Pagans deaths Farewell to all with teares of griefe I go Yee are all my friends thou onely art my foe GVY. Hold me so still where ere I next shall meete thee This sword like thunder on thy crest shall greet thee Banisht the Campe I go but not so farre But I will make one in this Christian warre Like an vnknowne Knight I will beare a sheild In it engrauen the Trade I did professe When once I was a Gold-smith in Cheape-side And if I prosper to these armes I 'le adde Some honour and the scutcheon I shall beare Shall to the Pagans bring pale death and feare Adiew braue Christian Lords for I must stray A banisht man can neuer misse his way GODF. Why do you looke so sad vpon their griefes CHA. Ah pardon me My heart begot a thought At their departure which had bene of force T' haue strayn'd a teare or two from my moiste eye How like was he to Eustace he to Guy GODF. A leaden weight of griefe lies at my heart And I could wish my selfe were banisht too To beare them in their sorrowes company ROB. These for examples sake must be remou'd And though their absence will much weaken vs Yet we had rather put vs in Gods guard Lessening our owne strength then to beare with that Which might in time lead to our ouerthrow March forward Lords our loue we will deferre Prince Tancred till our warres cheife heat be spent Keepe still this beauteous Lady in your Tent Exeunt flourish Manent two Ladies FREN. LAD. My Lord is banisht what shall poore I do There is no way but I must after too But ere I go some cunning I must vse To make this Lady my Lords loue refuse BELL. Faire youth why haue you singled me along Is it to share ioy or partake my mone FREN. LAD. Whether you please Inuention helpe me now apart To bring her out of loue with my sweete Lord For should she loue him I were quite vndone Madame in faith how many suiters haue you BELL. More then I wish I had First the French Generall FREN. LAD. Oh God I feare I thinke I am accurst Shee loues him best because she names him first BELL. The English Robert County Palatine Two Gentlemen that tooke me in the woods One is now banisht but the other still Stayes in the Army then the Bulloigne Duke FREN. LAD. And which of all these is the properest man BELL. 'Faith let me heare thy iudgement FREN LAD. Prince Robert is a gallant Gentlemen But the French Lord vncomely and vnshap'd Tancred's a proper man but the French Lord He hath no making no good shape at all I could not loue a man of his complexion I would not sue him if I were a Lady Had he more Crownes then Caesar conquered BELL. I see no such defects in that French Lord FREN. LAD. I I 't is so Vpon my life she loues him I must deuise some plot or they will vse Some meanes to meete and mâ—ry out of hand Lady he was my Maister but beleeue me He is the most inâ—e man for women That euer breath'd nay Madame which is more He loues variety and delights in change And I heard him say should he be married Hee 'd make his wife a Cucke-queane BEL. Why though he do 't is verâ— in a woman If she can beare his imperfections FREN. LAD. Vpon my life they are made sure already Shee 's pleas'd with any imperfections What should I do BELL. Now faire youth list to me I will acquaint thee with a secrecy These Lords so trouble me with their vaine suites That I am tir'd and wearied and resolue To steale away in secret from the Campe FREN. LAD. My Guy is gone and she would follow him I must preuent it or else loose my loue BELL. Wilt thou consort me beare me company And share with me in ioy and misery FREN. LAD. Madame I will She loues him and no wonder I 'le go be 't but to keepe them still assunder BELL. Then from their Tents this night wee 'le steale away And through the wide woods and the Forrests stray Exeunt Florish Enter SOLDAN SOPHIE TVRNVS MORETES Drummes Ensignes and Souldiers SOL. Then your reports sound nought but death and war MOR. The Christians would not lend an eare to peace SOP. Since they demeane themselues so honourably This earth shall giue them honourable graues TVR. By pride her selfe are their proud Ensignes boâ—ne Warre in their tongues sits in their faces scorne SOL. Our resolutions shall controule base feares Wee are proud as they our swords shall answere theirs SOP. Didst thou deliuer our strict Embassie TVR. I did my Lord SOL. Did they not quake to heare it TVR. No more then Rockes shake with a puffe of breath They come resolu'd and not in feare of death SOP. Lookt they not pale TVR. With fury not with feare The'were mad because your forces were not there SOL. Did you not dash their spirits fell not their 〈◊〉 Downe to the earth when thou didst speake of vs Went not a fearefull murmur through their Hoast When thou did'st number our vnnumbred power Did not their faint swords tremble in their hands At that name Soldan SOP. Or when thou namd'st mee My power my strength my matchlesse chiualry Fell they not flat vpon the earth with feare TVR. No but their proud hearts bounded in their breasts Their plumes flew brauely on their golden crests And they were ready to haue fallen at iarre Which of them first should with the Persian warre MOR. There was no tongue but breath'd defiance forth I could not see a face but menac'd death No hand but brandisht a victorious sword They all cry Battaile Battaile peace defie And not a heart but promist victory SOL. There 's not an heart shall scape our tyranny Since they prouoke our indignation Like the vaste Ocean shall our courage rise To drown their pride and all their powers surprise SOP. My Cemytar is like the bolt of Ioue That neuer toucheth but it strikes with death Oh how I long till we with speares in rests Strike out the lightning from their high-plum'd crests SOL. I would burne off this beard in such a flame As I could kindle with my puissant blowes Yet the least haire I valew at more worth Then all the Christian Empire SOL. Speake braue Soldan Shall our bar'd horses clime yond Mountaine tops And bid them battell where they pitch their Tents SOL. Courage cries on but good aduice saith stay
Left me in my distresse when we alone Sit in these desarts neuer by rude force Did do me the least shame or violence FREN. LAD. A good cause why I leade so chaste a life A iealous man may trust me with his wife EVST. Well sirra for your truth and honesty I pardon thee though I detest thy Lord FREN. LAD. Then let me change my habite gentle sir Least in this shape I chance to meete my Maister Then if you please I 'le cloath me like a Lady And waite vpon your sister in your Tent EVST. Nay if it please thee I am well content FREN. LAD. My plot is good well howsoere it proue 'T will either end my life or winne my loue EVST. Come best part of my selfe we now will goe To wayle our fortunes and discourse our woe I will disguis'd vnto the famous siege And in these Armes make knowne my valours proose You shall in secret in my Tent abide I to atchieue fame will my spirits employ After this griefe my heart diuines much ioy Exit Enter ROBERT and TANCRED GODFREY and CHARLES with their Shields and Scutchions Drumme and Souldiers GODFREYES Shield hauing a Maidenhead with a Crowne in it CHARLES his Shield the Haberdashers Armes ROB. Behold the high wals of 〈◊〉 Which Titus and Vespasian once brake downe From off these Turrets haue the ancient Iewes Seene worlds of people mustring on these Plaines Oh Princes which of all your eyes are dry To looke vpon this Temple now destroy'd Yonder did stand the great Ichonahs House In midst of all his people there he dwelt Vessels of gold did serue his Sacrifice And with him for the people spake the Priests There was the Arke the Show-bread Aarons Rod Sanctum Sanctorum and the Cherubines Now in that holy place where GOD himselfe Was personally present Pagans dwell False Gods are reard each Temple Idols beares Oh who can see this and abstaine from teares GODF. This way this sacred path our Sauiour trode When he came riding to Hierusalem Whilst the religious people spred his way With flowers and garments and Hosanna cry'd Yonder did stand the great Church where he taught Confuting all the Scribes and Pharisees This place did witnesse all his miracles Within this place did stand the iudgement seate Where Pontius Pilate with the Elders sate Where they condemn'd him to be whipt and crown'd To be derided mockt and crucified His hands bor'd through with nailes his side with Speares Oh who can see this place and keepe his teares CHA. On yond side of the Towne he died for vs At whose departure all these wals did shake And the destroyed Temples vaile did rend The groues are to be seene from which Ghosts rose There stood the Crosse there stands the Sepulchre The place still beares the name of Dead mens bones And still the Tombe our Sauiours Liuery weares What eye can see it and not melt in teares TAN. No souldier but shall looke with reuerence Vpon these faire and glorious Monuments To sweare or speake prophanely shall be death I cast my heart as low as to this earth And wish that I could march vpon my knees In true submission and right holy zeale Oh since our warres are Gods abandon feares But in contrition weepe repentant teares ROB. Sound a Parlee I see your hearts are fir'd Your soules with victory from heauen inspir'd Sound a Parlee Enter vpon the walles SOLDAN SOPHY TVRNVS MORATES Souldiours Flourish SOL. Why swarme these Christians to our Citty wals Looke forreiners do not not the lofty Spires And these cloud-kissing Turrets that you see Strike deadly terrour in your wounded soules Go Persian flourish my vermillion flag Aduance my Standerd high the sight whereof Will driue these stragglers in disordered rankes And in a hurly burly throng them hence PER. SOP. See how they quake to view our martiall looks As when a sturdy Ciclops reares aloft A boisterous Truncheon 'mongst a troupe of Dwarfes GODF. Soldan and Sophy ye damn'd hel-hounds both So quakes the Eagle to behold a gnat The Lyon to behold a Marmosat I 'le beard and braue you in your owne beliefe As when the heathen God whom you call Ioue Warr'd with the Giant great Enceladus And flung him from Olympus two-topt Mount The swaynes stood trembling to behold his fall That with his weight did make the earth to groane So Soldan looke when I haue skal'd these wals And won the place where now thou stand'st secure To be hurl'd head-long from the proudest Tower In scorne of thee thy false gods and their power CHA. We will assaile you like rebounding Rocks Bandied against the battlements of heauen Wee 'le turne thy Citty into desart plaines And thy proud Spires that seemes to kisse 〈◊〉 Cloudes Shall with their guilt-tops paue the miry streetes As all too base for vs to march vpon Seest thou this sheild how euer this deuice Seemes not to ranke with Empereurs Soldan know This shield shall giue thy fatall ouerthrow SOL. Such peales of Thunder did I neuer heare I thinke that very words these wals will teare GODF. This shield you see includes two mysteries A Virgine crown'd it is the Mercers Armes With all the picture of my loue that 's fled Both these I 'le grace and adde to them thy head SOP. Me thinkes I see pale death flie from their words Their speech so strong how powerfull are their swords CHA. Since first I bore this shield I quartered it With this red Lyon whom I singly once Slew in the Forrest thus much haue I already Added vnto the Haberdashers Armes But ere I leaue these faire Iudaean Bounds Vnto this Lyon I 'le adde all your Crownes TVR. Send for some prisoners martyre torture them Euen in the face of all the Christian Hoast SOL. It shall be so Moretes bring them forth ROR. No drop of bloud fals from a Christian heart But thy hearts bloud shall ransome Enter some bringing forth old Bullen and other prisoners bound SOL. Bring them forth Deuise new tortures Oh for some rare Artist That could inuent a death more terrible Then are the euer lasting pangs of hell OLD BVL. Oh brethren let not me moue you to ruth Happy is he that suffers for the truth The ioyes to come exceed the present griefe Secure your selues for CHRIST is my reliefe GODF. Why shrinks the warme blod from my troubled heart CHA. Why starts my haire vp at this heauy sight GODF. Say father are not you the Bullen Earle OLD B. Faire sonne I was the happen Bullen Earle But now my sonne CHA. Call no man sonne but me Father my sword shall winne you liberty GODF. Peace forged Bastard whatsoere thou be My reuerend father call none sonne but me For in this sword doth rest thy liberty CHA. Such mercy as my sword affoords to Paganes He findes that cals me bastard I am Charles Father you know me since I reskued you I am your onely sonne the rest are dead OLD BVL. I know thee Charles GODF. But father I
am Godfrey That by my valour haue regain'd your right Haue got your Dukedome from th' insulting French And am my selfe inuested Bullens Duke OLD B. I know thee Godfrey CHA. Godfrey GODF. Brother Charles The confident assurance of thy death Made me to giue the lie to my owne thoughts CHA. The selfe-same strong opinion blinded mee Else for my brother I had challeng'd thee Brother you might haue knowne me by the Armes Which I haue borne in honour of my Trade GODF. Ah but the resolution of thy death Made me to loose such thought ROB. Let vs reioyce And to your plausiue fortunes giue our voyce GODF. Prince Robert did the time affoord vs leaue We would discourse the summe of our escapes But to our fathers reskue CHA. Yeeld him slaues SOL. Tush we will keepe him spight of all your braues GODF. Be that our quarrell CHA. With courage courage striues We fight for CHRIST our father and our liues SOP. Here stands my Ensigne and by it a Crowne That you shall know the Persian honourable Sets vp his Standard Crowne Hee that can fetch this Ensigne from the wals Which I my selfe will guard and leaue some token Behind him that his sword hath conquered it He shall enioy them both SOL. And here stands mine Set vp his Standard and Crowne The Babylonian Emperours royall Standard By it I plant the rich Cicilian Crowne Guarded by me and my all-conquering troupes He that but leaues a note he hath beene here And scapes vnslaine although he winne them not That Christian will I honour ROB. Drummes alarum SOL. As loud and proud defiance our Drumme sounds GODF. For CHRIST my father conquest two Crownes Exeunt Alarum The Christians are repulst Enter at two seuerall dores GVY and EVSTACE climbe vp the wals beate the Pagans take away the Crownes on their heads and in the stead hang vp the contrary Shields and bring away the Ensignes flourishing them seuerall wayes Enter SOLDAN SOPHY MORETES TVRNVS with Souldiers SOL. Now the first wall is wonne the Ensignes seiz'd The Crownes surpriz'd the Christians haue the day What shall we leaue the Towne ALL I leaue the Towne SOP. 'T is best 't is best to take vs to the field TVR. I thinke 't is best that we make good the breach And haue no thought of marching towards the field We leaue a place of much security ALL Why then make good the breach SOL. It shall be so Gather our forces to make good the breach SOP. Tush why should we be pent vp in a Towne Let 's ope the gates and boldly issue out Leauing some few Pikes to make good the breach What say you Lords LORDS Then let vs issue out ALL Set ope the gates and let vs issue our SOL. And to expose vs to the generall spoyle Keepe the gates shut defend them manfully These Christians fight like deuils keepe fast the gates And once againe let vs make good the wall ALL Make good the wals make good the wals Enter at one dore ROBERT and CHARLES they meete EVSTACE with his Trophee Enter at another dore GODFREY TANCRED they meete GVY with his Trophee ROB. Triumphant honour houers ore our Armes What gallant spirit brauely hath borne hence The Emperours Standard slaughtered his proud Guard And in the steed thereof hung vp his Shield EVST. Witnesse this royall Crowne vpon my head I seiz'd the Ensigne I hung vp that Shield GODF. What puissant arme snatcht hence the Sophies Standard GVY. This Crowne vpon my head sayes it was I CHA. Forgetfull Charles braue Robert see the Knight Whose valour freed vs from the Soldans hands ROB. Renowned Christian euer honoured be It was thy sword procur'd vs liberty EVST. By heauen not I I neuer came in place Where Robert or that Gallant were distrest But there are others thankelesse whom I freed And now too proud forget that honoured deed GODF. 'T was he releast vs honoured stranger thankes But they are idle offrings from true hearts Prince Tancred and my selfe owe thee our liues GV. You mock me Princes neuer did my sword Drinke drop of Pagans bloud to set you free But Robert and that Prince vnthankfull be CHA. Whose shield is that EVST. Mine CHA. Then to you we owe Thankes for our liues the Pagans ouerthrow EVST. The shield I challenge but the act deny I neuer gaue you life or liberty GODF. Whose shield is that GV. Mine GODF. Then by thee we liue Thou didst our desperate liues and freedome giue GV. What meane you Princes to deride a stranger These eyes did neuer see you two in danger EVST. VVho owes that sheild GV. I and who owes that EVST. I GVY. Thou know'st me then EVST. Thankes fortune that I do GV. Haue at the slaue EVST. Braue foe haue at thee too Fight and are parted by the Princes GODF. VVhat ere your quarrell be contend no more He drawes his sword 'gainst me that fights againe For I am foe to all descension CHA. So are we all then end these warres in words The Pagans haue employment for your swords EVST. For one blow more take here my Crowne amongst you Now that my spleene is vp it will not downe I 'le giue you all I haue for one bout more GV. Lords take mine too by heauen I 'le pawne my life Against the Soldans head to bring it you So you will let vs try this maistry ROB. Kingdomes nor Crownes can hire it at our hands It shall not be we say it shall not be VVhat are you Lords we charge you by his honor VVhom in your outward habite you professe To tell vs both what and from whence ye are GV. You charge vs deepely I a banisht man VVhom you for mutiny expulst the Camp Yet was I leader of ten thousand French But thought by you vnworthy of these warres Since my exile Prince Robert view me well I freed you two from base captiuity 'T was I that brought you weapons in the woods And then you term'd me some Celestiall power But being now in safety you forget Your dangers past and cancell that great debt EVST. Nay I am sure you long to know me too I am your Out-law brother one of your Leaders Banisht with him that from the Persians rage Freed Tancred and that valiant man at Armes How euer now they can forget my prowesse What need you more I am he that wonne this Crown And from these high wals pluckt that Ensigne downe ROB. You haue redeem'd all your offences past Deseruing best in this society But when you freed me you did beare that shield GV. I did but since exchang'd it with my foe GODF. And you did beare that shield EVST. True I did so Ah had I bene awake thou know'st my minde Thou hadst writ thy ruin in bloud GV. Thy words are mine CHA. Leaue brother Godfrey the Bullen Duke EVS. How GV. VVhat CHA. Do you not know these faces GODF. Brother Charles EVST. Brother GV. Charles GODF. I 'le question with them for may it
Halberds and proofe Targettiers EVST. No man but knowes his charge Brothers and friends See where they stand for vs this night shall hide All their bright glory which now swels with pride SOL. Christians EVST. Pagans SOL. Behold our Campe ROB. Soldan suruey oâ—s too SOL. From Ganges to the Bay of Calâ— From Turkey and the three-fold Arabie From Sauxin Eastward vnto Nubia's bounds From Lybia and the Land of Mauritans And from the red Sea to the wildernesse Haue we vnpeopled Kingdomes for these warres To be reueng'd on you base Christians ROB. From England the best brood of martiall spirits Whose wals the Ocean washeth white as snow For which you strangers call it Albion From France a Nation both renown'd and fear'd From Scotland Wales euen to the Irish Coast Beyond the pillars great Alcides rear'd At Gades in Spaine vnto the Pyrene Hâ— Haue we assembled men of dauntlesse spirits To scourge you hence ye damned Infidels SOP. Within our troupes are sturdy bands of Moores Of Babylonians Persians Bactrians Of Grecians Russians of Tartarians Turkes Euen from the flouds that grow from Paradise Vnto this place where the Brooke Kedron runnes GV. Within our Troupes are English French Scotch Dutch Italians of Prince Tancred's Regement Euen from the Seas that wall in Albion As farre as any Riuer or Brooke runnes That Christian 〈◊〉 on haue we people here TVR. To make our streetes red with your Christian bloud CHAR. To drowne you slaues in a vermillion floud MOR. To burne your bodies o're your Prophets graue EVST. To lead your Emperour Captiue like a slaue SOL. To make your guide trot by my chariot wheele TAN. To lash your armour with these rods of steele SOP. Then to â—rpe you all ye Persian powers Assist our courage make the conquest ours ROB. God match thy might with theirs protect vs to To let this people know what thou canst do SOL. A charge a charge raile drummes and Cannons rore Christians at home your friends abroad deplore GODF. Christians at home abroad our conquests fame Thou God of Hosts this day make knowne thy name Alarum Ioyne battell The Christians are beaten off The Soldan victoriously leades off his Souldiers marching Enter CHARLES and GODFREY with Pistols CHA. Oh God that multitude should more then manhood That we should thus be borne downe with a presse Be throng'd and shouldered from the place we keepe GODF. For euery man we leade the foe hath ten Their weapons tops appeare aboue their heads In as thicke number as the spikes of graine Vpon a well-til'd land they haue more liues Then all our tired armes could send to death If they should yield their bare brests to our swords CHA. What should we do we are encompast round Girded with thousand thousands in a ring And like a man left on a dangerous rocke That waites the climbing tide rise to destroy him What way so er'e he lookes sees nought but death So we the bloudy tide growes vp apace Whose waues will swallow vs and all our race Where 's Guy and Eustace GODF. Gone to scale a Tower In which our father lies Oh I did see them Cut downe a wood of men vpon the suddaine Their swords cut lances as a sithe cuts grasse Their valour seemes to me miraculous Thou Sauiour of the world whose Crosse we beare Infuse our hearts with courage theirs with feare Exeunt Enter SOLDAN SOPHIE and Souldiers Alarum Enter GVY and EVSTACE with their father EVST. A Syon a Syon GV. A Ierusalem EVST. A father and in him a Crowne of ioy GV. A Syon a Ierusalem a father EVST. Through their Decurians centurions and Legion Captaines of thousands and ten thousands guards We haue ventured euen vpon the Cannons mouth And scal'd the bul warkes where their Ordinance plaid The strength of Armies triumphes in those Armes We haue surpriz'd the Fortresse and the Hold My shield I haue had cut peece-meale from mine arme But now you would haue taken me for an Archer So many arrowes were stucke heere and here The Pagans thought to make a Quiuer of mee Alarum enter Pagans See brother how the foe fresh forces gather A Syon a Ierusalem a father Euery one by turne takes vp their father and carries him Enter the two brothers they aide aâ— second them And with a shout carry him away Alarum Enter SOLDAN SOPHIE SOL. An Enginer call forth an Enginer SOP. Why what to do my Lord SOL. I le make these Turrets dance among the Clouds Before the Christians shall inhabite them SOP. Yet there is hope of conquest fight braue Soldan SOL. These Christians rage like spirits coniur'd vp Their thundring Ordinance spit huge clouds of fire They runne against the wals like iron rammes And beare them downe afore them with their brests SOP. Fortune thou art too enuious of our glory Behold the two great'st Emperours of the earth The Babylonian Soldan and great Sophy Vnueile thine eyes and looke vpon our fals SOL. Fortune and fate and death the diuell and all Enter Moretes and Turnus Oppose themselues against vs Now what newes MOR. Death SOP. VVhat newes bring'st thou TVR. Confusion SOL. That death was once my â—aue but now my Lord SOP. Confusion was once page vnto my sword Is the day lost TVR. Lost SOL. Must we needs despaire MOR. Despaire SOL. We will not we will die resoluedly The Palace we will make a slaughter-house The streets a Shambles Kennels shall runne bloud Downe from Mount Syon with such hideous noise As when great showres of waterfals from Hils SOP. Through which way did they make irruption first TVR. Through the gate cal'd Antiochia The selfe-same breach that Romane Titus made When he destroy'd this Citty they burst ope SOL. There is some vertue in the Crosse they weare It makes them strong as Lyons swift as Roes Their resolutions make them Conquerours They haue tane our Royall Standard from the wals In place whereof they haue aduanc'd their Crosse SOP. I will not I suruiue so foule a shame Once more vnite our powers I meane our selfes For all powers else haue fail'd vs brauely fight That our declining sunne may make there night Enter the foure brethren SOL. Christians base Christians heare vs when we call Eternall darkenesse shall confound you all Alarum The foure brethren each of them kill a Pagan King take of their Crownes and exeunt two one way and two another way Retrait Enter ROBERT TANCRED GODFREY GVY CHARLES EVSTACE Old Duke Drumme Colours and Souldiers ROB. Now smoth againe the wrinkles of your browes And wash the bloud from off your hands in milke With penitentiall praises laude our God Ascribe all glory to the heauenly Powers Since Syon and Hierusalem are ours TANC. We do abhorre a heart pufft vp with pride That attributes these conquests to our strength 'T was God that strengthned vs and weakned them And gaue vs Syon and Hierusalem GODF. Thou that dost muster Angels in the sky That in thy selfe hast power of victory Make thy name