loved Father once before I dye The people flock together all on heaps Clapping their hands and crying out for joy that Guy of Worwick is come again and all report it of a certainty that in the dreadful day of Winchester he vanquisht Colbron in a single fight Guy groans But stay methinks I hear a doleful sound of a departing man and see here lies an Aged Pilgrime at the point of death what art thou Father prethee speak to me Guy A poor age-withered Creature gentle Son that streight must yield my due unto my grave for age and sicknesse now my life will have Rain Alas good Father thou art sick indeed yet if thou canst but lean upon my Arme I 'le lead thee to a place where thou shalt be comforted and attended carefully Guy I thank thee Son but cannot leave this place yet if thy thoughts be equal with thy words let me request one kindnesse at thy hands it is the last that ever I shall make Rain Speak freely Father what soe're it be thy will shall be perform'd immediately Guy Then unto Warwick Castle hie thee straight enquire for Phillis Guy of Warwicks Wife deliver to her this same ring of Gold tell her an old door Pilgrime at deaths dore did send it to her as a recompence for her good deeds to him and many moe since her dear Lord away from her did go Ramb. I 'le give it her as I have hope of Heaven and bring her with me hither presently that with sweet balmes she may comfort thee so fare thee well sweet heaven thy comfort be Exit Guy Go on in peace my peace with heaven is made thou goest to carry such a doleful gift as with the sight will kill my Phillis heart for when I took my leave to go from her that ring she gave me as a pledge of love which if I see quoth she and thou not by Phillis will grieving weep and weeping dye O did she know her VVarwicks death so nigh and he so ne're in a cold Cave to lye she soon would come and take her last adue of him whose love to her hath still been true but shall I dye before I see her face I feel death ceazing on my heart already O my sweet Saviour strengthen me this hour and in my weaknesse shew thy heavenly power I come I come to thee sweet Christ I flye save my poor soul let my vile body dye He dies Enter Phillis and Rainborne Phillis O hast thee Son and bring me to the man that sent this Ring alas we are undone it is thy Father Boy good Rainborne run Rain You tell me wonders that amaze my soul it cannot be my Father that should lye in his own Country and his wife so nigh Phillis This is the Ring I gave him which quoth he nothing but death shall ever part from me Rain See where he lies even yielding up the ghost Phillis If it be he he hath a mould Wart underneath his Ear. She looks under his Ear and cries out they both kneel to him Rain View him good Mother satisfie your mind Phillis It is my Husband Oh my dearest Lord Rain O my dear Father speak unto thy Son but he is dead and we are quite undone Phillis O gentle Warwick speak one word to me I am thy wife that seven and twenty years bewail'd thy absence even with woful Tears speak speak if any spark of life remains I 'le think one look enough for all thy pains Rain See Mother now he looks upon us both and see how fast he holds my Fingers now something he wants behold he maketh signes that we with our two hands should close his eyes Now it is done see how he faints and dies Phillis O break my heart that I with him may dye that in one grave our bodies both may lye Ram. The King is coming good mother be content O heavy is my heart with too much grief is spent Enter Athelstone Herod with others Athelst Sir Herod of Arden this is the time and place that I appointed for to meet Sir Guy and do him honour as he hath deserv'd but yet we have not heard where he remains Herod See where Sir Rainborne and fair Phillis sits and in their Arms an aged Pilgrime lies Rain And famous Warwick in this Pilgrime dies see mighty King and worthy Lords behold the flesh and blood of him that when he lived was the most famous Knight that e're drew sword or clad his loins in compleat Arms of steel Athelst O you have broke my heart with this sad news i' st possible my dearest friend Sir Guy should end his life in such an unconth place O cruel fate O woful destiny arise fair Lady sorrow helpeth not for if that sighs or tears could ought avail to bring his Heaven bred soul to Earth again my Kingly tears should day and night be spent to fetch it thence but Heaven doth that prevent Rain Your Tears nor mine dear Mother can prevail nothing at all Heaven hath appointed this Angells conduct his soul to endlesse blisse Athelst Rainborne 't is true sweet Phillis weep no more le ts comfort all our selves with thinking thus we must to him but hee 'l ne're come to us but in the honour of his worthy name the shield-bone of the bore of Calladon shall be hang'd up at Coventries great Gate the Ribs of the Dun Cow of Dunsmore Heath in Warwick Castle for a monument and on his Cave where he hath left his life a stately Hermitage I will erect in honour of Sir Guy of VVarwicks Name passe mournfully along wee 'l follow all his bloodlesse Corps and heavy funeral Four takes the body of Guy the rest follow Enter Time with the Epilogue THus Time concludes this dolent History And ends this Scene with GUY of Warwicks Death So what is it but Time can bring to passe Time layes up Treasure where ther 's Vertue scant And gives the silly Fool when wise Men want Both Poor and Rich confesse my power Divine And every one doth say make much of Time Through the whole World while the world was Time rangeth And 't is mens manners and not Time that changeth O you whose Souls look for Eternity Rest in the peace of perpetuity And kindly grant to this request of mine For he 's but young that writes of this Old Time Therefore if this your Eyes or Ears may please He means to shew you better things then these Exit Time Finis GUY of WARWICK
Elder and therefore your better and alwaies while ye live learn to let your betters go afore ye Exeunt Enter Guy Solus Guy Thus have I almost brought unto an end the tedious time of my long Pilgrimage for of my seven and twenty years remains only seven days to be accomplished The longest Summers day comes to an end The dials point though none perceive it stur in length of time creeps round about the same even so this long thought time is almost spent onely seven dayes to come and I am free and then to all my Friends disclos'd I 'le be Enter an Angell Angell Thou blessed Champion of the highest Heaven be firme in faith and here my message out for my great Master sends thee word by me that seven dayes being past thou sure shalt dye tears change not fate poor pilgrime now farewel go meet more joyes then Angels Tongues can tell Exit Angell Guy Welcome O welcome be thy glorious will thou great Archfactor of the Firmament O hadst thou let me lain but one day more to have reveal'd my self unto my Wife my dear dear Phillis who languisheth in pain hoping to see her aged Lord again Then had I been contented for to dye So am I now thou must be pleas'd not I. Yet Guy bethink thee what thou hast to do wilt thou not make thy self known to thy Wise but thus unknown to any lose thy Life where no man ne're shall hear of thee at all nor give thy body Christian burial Yes I will hye me strair to Phillis Gate and there reveal my self and my estate and my dear Phillis whom I loved best shall close mine eyes and bring my soul to rest But wilt thou break that vow of sanctity which thou didst make to him that hath made thee and seek to contradict his holy will that hath shew'd such great mercies to thee still O God forbid That vow true kept shall be I 'le commit all to him that saved me and when I dye instead of Tomb or Grave I 'le leave my body in my stone cold Cave Thither I will and spend my short sweet dayes in contemplation and in holy praâ—ers I poor old Guy go hye and hast thee thither for life and Pilprimage must end together Exit Enter Sparrow Solus Sparrow Ha ha the world 's well amended with me by-Lady why I am as plumb as a pudding now for ever fince I came to my young Master I have been so pust up with good chear that Barly puddings are no meat nor Cheese-cakes nor Custards no banquetting stuffe with me for as soon as ever we ca me into England my young Master goes to the Court presently where he and I were Counterpain'd with such implements as passes I am tost up and down like a Shittlecock in every bodies mouth for who but Master Sparrow the greatest Traveller that has been at cost twenty Nobles and Jerico and I cannot tell ye where but for all that I was serv'd a Sluttish trick to day for my Master being bidden to great a Gentlemans house to din ner took me along with him to wait at the Table wel as they were at Dinner the Serving men as they took off the meat set it before the fire to keep it warm for themselves I seeing the good chear standing in battle Ray and having not broke my fast of all day I began to draw near the fire and look over my shoulder upon the victuals at last I spyed a Fat legg of Pork O how my Teeth did water to look upon 't I had not stood long but seeing every body busie I whipt the legg of Pork into my Pocket and stood very mannerly with my hands at my back as though I had done nothing but it was not long e're the Fat Pork with the heat of the Fire began to fry out of my Slops all the dogs in the House came Snukering and licking about my Breeches and not content with that but one unmannerly Cur above all the rest popt his Nose into my Pocket snatcht out the leg of Pork tore â—way all the tone side of my Breeches that I was sain to go out edgling like a Crab ifaith put I 'le ne're steal Pork again while I live I 'le have one bit of Mutton whatsome're comes on 't ifaith Exit Sparrow Enter Guy being in his Cave to him the Angell Ange'l Now Guy of Warwick is accomplished the full effect of all thy Pilgrimage then rise and pray thy sins may be forgiven for Angels wait to bear thy soul to Heaven Exit Angell Guy Gods will be done I am resolv'd to dye and have askt mercy at the hands of him that gave me Life and now will take the same O what a pretious soul hath sinful man that in it self alone does comprehend the figure state and lineaments of Heaven yet cannot measure nor define it self so when that all great workmen of the world had fram'd mans flesh out of a clod of clay and all the Creatures of the Universal world of the same mould to whom his very word gave present life onely in mans brest that vil'd ambitious sinful heap of drosse he breathd his own breath even the breath of heaven that is the glorious soul we now possesse which is immortal and can never dye Yet he that late was fram'd of Mire and filth plac'd in a glorious state of innocence was not content but striv'd to be as good as his great maker who could with one word throw him down headlong to the deepest Hell yet he in Mercy Love and meer good will did grant him pardon for his soul offence and seeing him unable to perform his blessed will did send his own dear Son to pay his ransome with his pretious blood and to redeem that soul which sinful man had forfeited to Satan Death and Heâ—l and for a death dam'd cursed and unpure he gave him life eternal to indure which life eternal grant sweet Christ to me that in Heavens joyes I may thy glory see Enter Rainborne and Herod of Arden with Sparrow Rain Go good Sir Herod Post and meet the King who now is coming with his warlike Troops to meet my Father and to honour him in his return from fair Jerusalem Herod Hie you to Warwick Castle to your Mother tell her this happy news of his return whose absence long hath made her weep and mourn Come Sparrow you shall go along with me Spar. Shall I go meet the King too Master Rain I Sir you shall attend upon my friend Spar. But I pray tell me one thing is the King a Man or a Woman Rain He is a Man Spar. Well I shall never love him while I live for a Cosin of his the King of Clubs made me loose six pots of Ale at Mother Bunches ifaith Rainborne Well Sir go along with him Exit Sparrow and Herod Now Rainborne glut thy heart with wisht for joy O how it glads my soul that I shall see my dear
THE Tragical History Admirable Atchievments and various events OF GUY EARL OF WARWICK A TRAGEDY Acted very Frequently with great Applause By his late MAJESTIES Servants Written by B.J. Carâ—iere vel noli nostra vel ede tua Mart Epig. First Edition LONDON Printed for Thomas Vere and William Gilbertson without Newgate 1661. THE Tragical History OF GUY EARLE of WARWICK Actus Primus Enter Time TIME that is past the Muses now recalls forcing my fleeting presence to retire and pitch my feet upon the English shore I had almost drown'd in black oblivion an honour'd History of an English Knight as Famous once for deeds of Chivalry as any of the Worthies of the world Renowned Sir Guy of Warwick whose great Name makes England famous in all after times for nursing up so brave a Martiallist Time now renues his fortines to the world and layes them open to your Gentle Views think then with apprehensive eyes yo see this warlike Lord boldly attempt to fight with that fell sauage Bore of Calledon that spoiles the fields and murders passengers him hath his sword subdu'd and now again he combates with that huge and monstrous beast call'd the wild Cow of Dunsmore Heath all for the love of Phillis he performs for Phillis love old Rohons only Child what will not Guy of Warwick dare to do and having done those things that she enjoyn'd he reaps the harvest of her happy love and at the length enjoyes her for his wife To grace this bridal feast imagine then King Athelstone hath left fair Winchester and here in Warwick Castle keeps his Court VVhat follows now of Guy and his fair Deeds sit and behold the story now proceeds Exit Time Enter King Athelstone Guy Phillis Rohon Herod with others King Brave Guy of Warwick honourable Earl thus long in love and favour to thy self King Athelstone hath left fair Winchester to frolick here with thee and thy fair Bride Phillis the comfort of old Rohons Age thus long to you we have been troublesome and used your Parkes and Pastures as our own but now wee 'l leave these parts of Warwickshire and back again return to Winchester Guy These Kingly favours that your grace hath shown in honouring me a worthlesse Subject thus hath plum'd my thoughts with Eagle-flighted wings and beares my mounting minde as high as Heaven till I have done some deeds of Chivalry Worthy the love of your Dread Majesty Guy Which I l'e perform with treble diligence and at your yearly Feast of Pentecost will Guy of Warwick send a hundred Knights suddue'd and conquer'd by these Warlike Armes to do their Homage to King Athelstone lowly upon their knees at Winohester King We thank thee Guy but will not have it so live with thy love thy sword hath won thee Fame and all the world doth speak of Warwicks Name Herod The conquests that by thee hath been Atchiev'd makes men amaz'd and warlike Knights affraid to come in danger of thy Conquering Sword Lord. Thy manly deeds are Graven in each mans breast and thy large fame is spread from East to West Rohon Live then in peace my fair high-hearted Sonne since all men muse to think what thou hast done the Calledonian savage Bore is dead and by thy hand the wild Cow slaughtred that kept such Revels upon Dunsmore Heath and many adventures hast thou past beside to make my Daughter Phillis thy fair Bride she now is thine and all that I possesse is Guy of Warwicks so hee 'l stay with us Phillis Intends my honoured Lord to leave us then speak gentle love my heart is full of fear O seek not danger that is every where King Content thee Phillis for he shall not go thy love intreats but we command him so And now Earl Rohon reach the King thy hand Old man we thank thee and we take our leave Farewell Sir Guy fair Phillis now adieu all earthly comfort still attend on you Exit King Guy Bright Angels still protect your Majesty Father conduct the King a little on his way Exit Rohon and Herod Sir Herod attend them Phillis here and I must yet confer wee 'l follow presently Phillis What means my honour'd Lord to stay behind when every one attends his Soveraign why dost thou look so sad and stand so mute all looking downwards with thy care-craz'd head speak gentle love if griefe thy mind oppresse Phillis will never leave thee comfortlesse Guy Ah Phillis Phillis Sweet what hath Phillis done that thy great heart should grieve to think upon Guy Nothing O nothing and I now to thee neither the fear of death the losse of friends nor any thing this mortal life can yield doth trouble me or once molest my mind Phill. What then disturbs thy high heroick Thoughts Guy That I must leave my Phillis whom I love O be not sad dear soul but hear me speak for what I say must stand irrevocable Seven years to win thy love this Sword of mine hath beat down Monsters and subdued strong Knights seven years to win thy love this breast of mine hath bin oppos'd even against the face of death But for my God who gave me power and strength to doe these wonders in the sight of man hath Guy of Warwicke yet no service done the thought of which torments my inward soul and breaks my heart untill I have redeem'd my great neglect of service to my God For which to him alone I have made a Vow never to lie by my fair Phillis side to eat to drink nor rest long in one place till I have seen my Saviours Sepulchre within the Walls of fair Jerusalem and with my Sword for my Redeemers sake beat back those misbelieving Saracens that seek the Ruine of that holy place making them leave deluding Mahomet and trust upon the blessed Name of Christ All this hath Warwicke sworn to undertake or loose his Life for his Redeemers sake Phill. Sweet Lord Guy O do not bid me stay and ask me what thou wilt I must away Phill. See the rich burthen of my youthful womb the hopeful issue of thy happy love let that yet move thee dear Lord do not go lest both of us do pine with grief and woe Guy Weep not sweet love for tears will not avail but when the time comes thou art brought on bed and of thy child art safe delivered Give it to Herod if it be a a son with it deliver him this Ring of Gold tell him that I intreat him from my heart that he will see my Infant well brought up bid him be kind to him as I have been in all Adventures dangerous to him Now give me my Palmers Gown my Hat and Staff these must I wear fly hence all worldly pomp thus for my Saviour and Redeemer's sake these blessed Weeds of Pilgrimage I take Phill. My hearts so sad I know not what to say God grant thy Grave be not that Gown of gray My much misdoubting heart sayes I shall see my high loved Lord laid