Lords let our vnited bands Winne back Iudea from the Pagans hands Exeunt all marching Manet the French Lady LADIE Thus haue I maskt my bashfull modesty Vnder the habite of a trusty Page And now my seruants seruant am I made Loue that transform'd the Gods to sundry shapes Hath wrought in me this Metamorphosis My loue and Lord that honoured me a woman Loues me a youth employes me euery where I serue him waite vpon him and he sweares He fauours both my truth and dilligence And now I haue learnt to be a perfect Page He will haue none to trusse his points but me At boord to waite vpon his cup but me To beare his Target in the field but me Nay many a thing which makes me blush to speak He will haue none to lie with him but me I dreame and dreame and things come in my mind Onely I hide my eyes but my poore heart Is bar'd and kept from loues satiety Like Tantalus such is my poore repast I see the Apples that I cannot taste I 'le stay my time and hope yet ere I die My heart shall feast as richly as my eye Exit Flourish Enter the old SOLDAN the yong SOPHIE Tables and Formes and MORETES TVRNVS with drumme and Souldiers SOL. Counsell braue Lords the Christian Army marcheth Euen to our gates with paces vndisturb'd The hollow earth resounds with weight of armes And shrinkes to beare so huge a multitude They make a valley as they march along And raising hils encompasse either side Counsell braue Lords these terrours to decide SOP. Ioues great Vice-gerent ouer all the world Let vs confront their pride and with our powers Disperse the strength of their assembled Troupes SOL. Sion is ours by conquest All Iudaea Is the rich honour of our conquering swords Shall we not guard it then and make our breasts The wals that shall defend Ierusalem SO. They shal march ouer vs that march this way Before the Christians shall attaine these wals With dead mens faces we will paue the earth SOL. I cannot iudge the Christians are so mad To come in way of battell but of peace SOP. They rather trauell in deuotion To pay their vowes at their Messia's Tombe And so as Pilgrimes not as Souldiers come SOL. Your own power blinds you and hath skreend your eies My haires do weare experience liuery But yours the badge of youth and idlenesse Their Army stands vpon a Mountaine top Like a huge Forrest their tall Pikes like Pines In height do ouer-peere the lower Trees Their Horsemen ride like Centaur's in the meads And scout abroad for pillage and for prey Courage is their good Captaine SOP. Courage no Pale feare and blacke destruction leads the soe SOL. I say againe the Christian Princes leade An Army for their power inuincible Victorious hope sits houering on their plumes Their guilded Armour shines against the Sunne Dazeling our eyes from top of yonder Hill Like the bright streakes that flow from Paradise SOP. Oh conquest worthy the braue Persian swords Let vs descend from forth the Towne and meete them SOL. No SOP. Yes SOL. Should Ioue himselfe in Thunder answere I When we say no wee 'd pull him from the skie SOP. Should Soldan Sophy Preist or Presbyter Or Gods or deuils or men gaine-say our will Him them or thee would the braue Persian Kill MOR Quench your hot spleenes with drops of sweete aduice Temper your rage with counsell mighty Kings SOL. I say â—e will make peace with Christendome SOP. I say the Persian scornes to be colleague Or to haue part with them of Christendome SOL. Yet heare my age SOP. Yet hearken to my youth MOR. My tongue giue place vnto the Soldâ— age TVR. But I applaud the Persians youthfull rage SOL. Stay Lords our graue experience doth forsee The mischeifes that attend on this debate We tread the path of our destruction By our dissentions grow the Christians strong Whom our vnited hearts may easily quell Braue Persian Sophy we commend your hate To them that haue abhor'd our Pagan gods Yet temper it with wisedome valiant Prince 'T is our security I would increase When with my words I mention gentle peace MOR. Experience doth instruct the Soldans tongue Hearken to him hee speakes iudicially SOP. My tongue a while giues licence to mine eare The depth of your graue wisedomes let vs heare SOL. Then thus let 's send vnto the Christians Hoast To know what cause hath brought them thus farre arm'd If peaceably they come to visite here The ancient Reliques of their Sauiours Tombe Peace shall conduct them in and guard them out But if they come to conquer Syons Hill And make irruption through our triple wals Death and despaire shall ambush in their way And we will seize the ensignes they display SOP. My youth yeelds willingly to your graue yeares Let it be so But whom shall we elect To be created Lords Embassadours SOL. Moretes shall be one for I am sure He will employ his tongue peace to procure SOP. Turnus another he that all things dares Will with defiance stirre them vp to warre SOL. Moretes and braue Turnus speed you straight Vnto the Christian Hoast Say if they come Like Pilgrimes to behold the Sepulchre Our gates stand open to receiue them in And be you painefull to perswade a peace But if they stand vpon their hostile ground Say that our brests are arm'd our swords are keene Bold are our hearts and fiery is our spleene And so be gone MOR. I to perswade a peace Exit TVR. I go the furious rage of warre t' encrease Exit SOL. We will meane time conduct our royall hoast One halfe is mine the other you shall lead To intercept them ere they winne the sight Of these inuincible and high-built walles Braue Persians we will both in ambush lie Sure now the Christians are all come to die Exeunt Enter TANCRED with BELLA FRANCA richly attired shee some-what affecting him though she makes no shew of it ROBERT of Normandy the foure brethren and the French Lady like a Page TANC. Behold braue Christian Princes all the glory That Tancred can inherite in this world EVST. Part of it 's mine CHA. And part belongs to me GODF. An heauenly mixture now beshrew my heart But Godfrey with the rest could cry halfe part GV. I am all hers ROB. That Lady seemes to me The fairest creature euer eye did see BEL. Tancred of all thy face best pleaseth mee in priuate TAN. Faire Lady EVST. Madame CHA. Mistresse GODF. Beauteous loue GV. Bright Goddesse ROB. Nymph FREN. LAD. Loue whom ye will say I So yee affect not my beloued Guy TAN. Lords she is mine EVS. When did my interest cease CHA. When I am here you brother Out-law peace GODF. Why should not I enioy her ROB. Why not I GV. She can haue none but me EVST. CHAR. That we deny BELL. Princes what meanes this frenzy in your hearts Or hath some Negromanticke Coniurer Rais'd by his Art some fury in
loue bids mee follow after By thee the King thy Lord must loose his daughter Exit Enter CHARLES like an Out-law with Bandetto's and Theeues and with the Clowne CHA. Theeus and good fellowes speak what should I call you There 's not a rogue among you that feares God Nor one that hath a touch of honesty Robbers and knaues and rascals all together Sweete consort of vild villaines list to me Am not I well prefer'd to become Captaine Vnto a crew of such pernicious slaues I shall haue such a coyle to make you Christians And bring you to some shape of honesty That ere I do it I shall make your bodies Nothing but scarre-crowes to hang round these Trees CLOVVNE Braue Captaine couragious whom death cannot daunt wee haue bene all Gentlemen and House-holders But I was banisht for nothing but getting of Bastards but this fellow fled from Venice for killing a man cowardly on the Rialto some for one villany and some for another Our Captaine that you killed and now supply his place poisoned a worthy Marchant in the Citty with rates-bane and flying hither for his valour we made him our Generall But now braue Cauallero to thee alone wee sing Honononero CHAR. Well I must haue you now turne honest Theeues Hee that commits a rape shall sure be hang'd He that commits a murder shall be murdered With the same weapon that did act the deed Hee that robbes pilgrimes or poore Trauellours That for deuotions sake do passe these Mountaines Hee shall bee naked tyed to armes of Trees And in the daies heate stung with Waspes and Bees Yee slaues I 'le teach you some ciuility CLOVVNE Captaine what shall he be done withall that lies with a wench with her will if hee bee hung that lies with one against her well CHAR. I 'le haue him whipt CLOVV. See see I thinke the Captaine hath beene a Cooke in his time he can fit sweete meate with sowre sauce But what a foole is our Captaine to prescribe Lawes to Out-lawes If we would haue kept the Lawes before in the Citty wee needed not to haue bene driuen now to leade our liues in the Country But Captaine since you are our Captaine we will resigne vnto you all our treasures and prisoners and our spoiles Take possession of them in Gods name that came to vs in the deuils name CHAR. Your prisoners spoiles and treasure all bring forth That I may seize them as mine owne by right As heire to him whom I haue slaine in fight Enter the Theeues bringing in the old Earle bound EARLE Villaines I know you drag me to my death And yee shall do me an exceeding grace CHAR. I am deceiu'd but I haue seene that face VILL. Come come you old gray-beard you must before our Captaine if he say Viue then liue if not thou diest if thou were his father CHAR. Villaine thou liest if thou wert my brother He shall not die Vpon your low knees fall And aske him pardon or I 'le hang you all EARLE Tweene ioy and feare amaz'd in heart I stand Doth my sonne Charles lead this vnruly band CHAR. Your onely sonne and all the sonnes you haue And borne his fathers desperate life to saue EARLE How camst thou heere why do'st thou call thy selfe My onely sonne hauing three brothers more Which vnto me thy beauteous mother bore CHAR. Once we were foure all fellow-prentices And after fellow-souldiers prest to serue The good Duke Robert in his holy warres But in a storme our ships so brauely man'd Were wrackt and saue my selfe none swamme to land They perisht there I by the waues and winds Was driuen vpon this Coast of Italy VVhere landing naked saue my trusty sword This crue of bold Bandetto's set vpon me But in the dangerous fight by chance I slue The lucklesse Captaine of this damned crue VVho since haue made me Captaine here to stay Till fortune grant me a more prosperous way EARLE Mine eies haue vow'd to die the selfe same death My sonnes haue done sonne let me weepe a while To bring the like destruction to my eyne These in salt teares they in a sea of brine CLOVVNE Is this our Captaines father what villaines were we to vse him so roughly VILL. If the old fornicator had but told vs so much wee should haue had the grace either to haue set him see or fortune to haue vsde him more gently CHAR. Since father we haue met this happy day Secure with me amongst these Out-lawes stay EARLE Not for the world since I haue lost my sonnes All outward ioyes are from my heart remou'd Vaine pleasures I abhorre all things defie That teach not to despaire or how to die Yet ere I leaue the world I vow to see His holy blessed Tombe that died for mee CHA. Then take along with you this bag of gold To beare your charge in euery Inne you come Deny it not reliefe is comfortable EARLE Thankes my deere sonne expence it will defray And serue to deale to poore men by the way And now fare-well sweete Charles thou all my sonnes For now the last sand in my howre-glasse runnes CHAR. Yee two conduct him safe beyond the mountaines VILL. Shall I be one CLOVV. And I another CHAR. Yee know the passages be it your charge VILL. I am glad the silly man is weake and old By heauen my fingers tickle at his gold CLOVV. Old man is your purse afloate I haue vow'd to cut his throate but to haue it euery groate Exeunt CHAR. And now returne we to suruey our Caue Peruse our treasure got by rape and spoyle Though wonne by others yet possest by vs Yet henceforth shall be vsde no violence I 'le make these villaines worke in seuerall Trades And in these Forrests make a Common-wealth When them to ciuill nurture I can bring They shall proclaime me of these Mountaines King Exeunt Enter EVSTACE and his Irishman EVST. I thinke these vpright craggy mountaine tops Are if the truth were knowne high way to heauen For it is streight and narrow and some places Are for the steepinesse inaccessible Faire fall a rafter and a gale of winde Or I had gone to heauen away by water Neerer then this by land that way they found Who in the salt remorcelesse seas were drown'd My brothers whom I dreame on when I sleepe And my eyes waking at their fortunes weepe Forgetting them the friendly Irish Coast Gaue me safe harbor thence I haue trauail'd hither Euen to these lofty hils of Italy After Prince Robert Duke of Normandy 'T is safer sitting in my Maisters Shop Crying what lacke you then 't is heere to stay To Wolues and wilde beasts to be made a prey IRISH. Maister so Christ saue me I shall waite on thee Wake for thee when thou sleepest runne for thee when thou biddest and flye a thy errands like a narrow from a bow when thou wantest wine or meate to drinke or eate or any other necessary prouision Now I haue left my best friend in the
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
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
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
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
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