shine bright as the noone-tide Sun Since Syon and Ierusalem are won OLD D. My former want hath now sufficient store For hauing seene this I desire no more How faire and smoth my streame of pleasure runnes To looke at once on Syon and my sonnes GV. Shoures of aboundance raine into our lips To make repentance grow within our hearts What greater earthly blisse could heauen powre downe Then Syon our deere father and this Towne CHA. Then to confirme these conquests God hath giuen vs Seal'd with the bloud of Kings and Emperous Let vs elect a King that may maintaine Our honours with the deaths of Monarches slaine EVST. Call forth the Patriarch of Ierusalem His right hand must be that dignity GODF. With teares I speake it lagging in the traine Of the distressed Soldan he was 〈◊〉 ROB. Prais'd be our God we haue reueng'd his death Great Potentates consort him to his graue CHA. What man for grauity and sanctity May we thinke worthy of this honoured place ROB. Whose yeares deuotion and most sacred life Better can fit that holy place then his Whose worthy sonnes haue brought to end these warres Princes ioyne hands inuest him all at once Flourish OLD D. My feruent zeale bids I should not deny It brings my soule to heauen before I die EVST. But Princes whom will yee elect the King To guard this Citty from succeeding perill GODF. Robert of Normandy ROB. Oh chose Prince Tancred rather TANC. Too weake is my desert and I refuse it EVST. Then put it too most voices ALL Robert of Normandy ROB. Princes we much commend you for your loues But letters from England tell me William's dead And by succession left the Crowne to me I say Prince Godfrey hath deseru'd it best TAN. So Tancred sayes ALL And so say all the rest GODF. Princes ye presse me downe with too much honors And load a soule that cannot beare them vp Disswade me not no counsell I will heare Behold a Crowne which Godfrey meanes to weare A Crowne of Thornes This made the bloud run from our Sauiours Brow No Crowne but this can Godfreyes heart allow Prayers are my pride deuotion drawes my sword No pompe but this can Bullens soule affoord My vow 's irreuocable state I refuse No other Crowne but this will Godfrey chuse TAN. If he refuse the place elect Prince Guy Most voices shall he haue the Scepter ALL I ROB. Then Crowne him straight and henceforth let his name Be through the world call'd Guy of Lessingham All these desire it I consent with them Long liue Prince Guy King of Hierusalem Flourish GV. The Crowne is burst and parted from my head I feare the heauens are angry with your choice OLD D. Sonne Guy they are not By Diuine instinct The heauens haue lent me a Propheticke spirit This she wes thy troublous raigne mutines from farre Shall fright thy Townes and Prouinces with warre GV. If it be nothing else Crowne me againe We haue a heart our Kingdome to maintaine What honours do my brothers heads awaite ROB. Prince Eustace you shall weare this Crowne of State Be King of Sicil and command that Isle Lord Charles the crowne of Cyprus longs to you That in the fight the King of Cyprus slue One generall voyce at once proclaime them Kings Flourish CHA. In memory of this solemnity Here will I leaue this Scutchion borne by mee That in what coast so e're my bones be laid This shield may be an honour to my Trade EVST. Mine shall hang there a trophee of my fame My Trade is famous by King Eustace name GVY. In memory a king hath borne this shield I adde these Challices to this Argent Field GODF. In honour of my first profession That shield in all these warres by Godfrey borne I crowne this Maids head with a wreath of Thorne OLD D. Oh were my daughter here this ioy to see How light her soule how glad would my heart bee TANC. VVould I had now my loue GVY. Or I that Dame That addes to beauties sunne a brighter flame ROB. VVere the faire virgine here I would renowne Her glorious beauty with the English Crowne EVST. Princes I le fit you all Lady come forth Enter BELLA FRANCA BELL. The louely Princes TAN. Faire Mistresse CHA. Lady GODF. Madame GV. Honoured Saint BELL. Nay pardon me loue comes not by constraint But Princes will you grant me patience Before I part I meane to please you all First holy Patriarch tell me of all others Whom in the world you most desire to see OLD D. My daughter BELL. Prince Godfrey Charles and Eustace whom say you ALL Next your selfe our sister BELL. And whom you TAN. My loue BELL. Who 's that TANC. Your honoured selfe faire Maid BELL. Nay I 'le make good the words that I haue said Father I giue a daughter to your hand Brothers behold here doth your sister stand Tancred behold the Lady you once ceas'd Onely I leaue Prince Robert here displeas'd OLD D. My daughter Bella Franca BRO. Sister TANC. Loue OLD D. I am to happy and too full of ioy Heauen powres on me more good then I can beare I that before was steru'd now surfet here ROB. Princes and Lady nothing can displease vs For we pertake in all this glad content And with applause reioyce this accident Tancred reioyce your loue and you your friends Where you beginne with marriage our loue ends Kings kings Peeres to heauen ascribe the glory Whilst we to Chronicles report this story GV. Make loue vnto my sister 't is most strange Now Guy I would thy hadst thy French loue here My heart should grant her what I then refus'd Now hauing got this state of dignity I grieue that I haue so obdurate beene But for amends would make her Syons Queene EVST. And well remembred brother I must now Entreate you for a pretty boy your Page That hath on some occasion stray'd from you GV. Oh brother where 's the villaine EVST. Pardon him and I will tell you GV. Great were th' offence I would not cleare for you EVST. The poore boy brother stayes within my Tent But so disguis'd you cannot know him now For hee 's turn'd wench and but I know the wagge To be a ioy to see him thus transform'd I should haue sworne he had bene a we◠indeed GV. Pray let me see him brother in that habite I would not loose the villaine for more gold Then Syon would be sold for he will blush To be tane tardy in his Maids attire EVST. You haue pardoned him GV. I haue EVST. Then lacke appeare Enter the French Lady Nay blush not to be in your womans geere GV. Leape heart dance spirit be merry iocund soule 'T is she vndoubtedly FREN. LAD. You know me then GV. I do 't was that disguise That all this while hath blinded my cleere eyes EVST. Fie are you not asham'd to kisse a boy And in your armes to graspe him with such ioy GV. She is no boy you do mistake her quite EVST. A boy a Page a wagtaile by this light VVhat say you sister BELL. Sure he told me so For if he be a maide I made him one EVST. Do not mistake the sex man for he 's none It is a rogue a wag his name is Iack A notable dissembling lad a Crack GVY. Brother 't is you that are deceiu'd in her Beshrew her she hath beene my bedfellow A yeare and more yet I had not the grace Brothers receiue a sister reuerent father Accept a daughter whilst I take a wife And of a great Kings daughter make a Queene This is the beauteous virgin the French Lady To whom my fortune still remaines in debt EVST. A Lady then I cry you mercy brother A gallant Bride would I had such another FREN. L. A wondrous change she that your Page hath beene Is now at length transform'd to be your Queene Pardon me Guy my loue drew me along No shamelesse lust GVY. Faire Saint I did you wrong If fortune had not bene your friend in this You had not laine thus long without a kisse Father embrace her brothers sister all OLD D. This fortune makes our ioyes meere comicall The fame of our successe all Europe rings The father Patriarch sees his sonnes all Kings ROB. The heauens are full of bounty then braue Princes First in the Temple hang these Trophies vp As a remembrance of your fortunes past You good old father weare your Patriarchs Roabes Prince Godfrey walke you with your Crowne of Thorns Guy with his Lady Tancred with his wife Charles with his Crowne of Cyprus and yong Eustace Crown'd with the rich Sicilian Diadem I with the honour of the Pagans deaths So in Procession walke we to CHRISTS Tombe With humble hearts to pay our Pilgrimes vowes Repaire we to our Countries that once done For Syon and Ierusalem are wonne Exeunt Omnes FINIS
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
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