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A46694
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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.; Guy of Warwick (Romance)
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B. J.
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1661
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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
low in misery Guy Do not presage dear love but here me speak I charge thee on that love thou bearst to me never to reveal to Father Friend no nor the King himself what I intend nor whither I am gone until a month be past and I hence free for pursuit of my Friends will follow me Do this and Phillis love will brightly shine and Guy return with joy from Palestine Phillis I must I will even do what you please your will shall be fulfilled yet ere you go this pledge of my true love I will bestow upon thy Hand I put my marriage Ring If ere I see the same and thou not by Phillis will grieving weep and weeping die Guy I take thy pledge of love and in exchange give this true loves kisse and here Vow nothing but death shall make me leave this Ring Time calls me hence fair Phillis now farewell with thee let all Heavens joys for ever dwell Exeunt Enter Old Philip Sparrow his son the Clown Old Dost thou hear me soon zoon Clow. Never talk Father never talk for Youth will have his swindge if it be in a Halter and I being a young Man and a Scholar will go travel to try the fruits of my Learning Old But whither wilt thou go soon ha Clow. Faith Father Romo Romulus even to Rome Morter morteribus with a Morter on my Head But Father I le come upon ye with a Verse Prapria que maribones tribiunter mascula dogstones Old What 's that zoon ha Clow. That is you must give me Forty pounds and I must go seek my fortune Old Nay I hil hold thee vorty of my teeth on that the whorson knave and he 'd tarry at home he might be Clark of our Parish so he might he has his writing and reading Tongue as perfect as eating porredge so he has and sides all that he spowts Latin as vast as a Mill grinds sault but che know the eause why thou dst so vain be jogging Clow. Why Father Old Nay I hill tell thee with a witnesse 't is comported all about our Parish that thou hast got our Neighbour Sparlings Daughter with Barne Clow. How comes the old Fox to know this trow well I must set a good face on the matter or all 's mar'd Who I get her with Child Father why I take to witnesse the back-side of our Barn-door I never kist her but twice in all my life Old That thou shalt see come hither Parnell Enter Parnell Par. O Mr. Sparrow I little thought you would have us'd me thus Clow. Why Parnell how have I us'd you If there be ever a one in the Parish can use you better let him take you and the Child too for me Par. But Mr. Sparrow you are not so good as your promise Clow. Nay Parnell never talk of that for I have been better to you then my promise Old How Knave hast thou been better to her then thy promise ha Clow. Why Father if you 'l not bite off my Nose I le tell ye I promised her to go home and eat a sowre Milk Posset and if I have got her with child 't is more then my promise and she 's beholding to me for my labour Old I sirrah but you must marry her and make her amends Clow. How like an old fool you talk Father why she had more need make me amends for I have made her look pritty and plump and she has made me look like a shotten Herring But Father take your blessing from me for I must needs be walking Hony sops queen Maries pence Tears parts at going hence Ego volo Domine tu Sparrow will come with joy to you Old Gods malediction go with thee good soon Ah wees me wees me Par. Farewel good Mr. Sparrow Exeunt Old Man Parnel Clow. Nay do not cry good Father do not weep sweet Parnel but even farewel and be hang'd that 's twice God bo'ye I made as though I had been sorry but I could not weep and if I should ha been hang'd but now will I go serve the bravest Man in all the world his Name is Sir Guy of Warwick they say he 's going to Jerusalem and Jerico but if he goes to the Divel I 'le go with him that 's flat and if Parnel be brought to bed before I come again some honest Fellow do so much as pay for the Nursing of the Child and I le do as much for him another time Exit Actus Secundus Enter Time DEvotion and Divine Atchievments cause Great Guy of Warwick to neglect all Lawes Of Nuptial League he leaves his pregnant VVife Countrey and Kindred for a holy Life But in his progresse makes himself a prize To multitudes of matchlesse miseries By which it may be justly understood He is not truly great that is not good In Holy Lands abroad his spirits roame And not in Deanes and Chapters lands at home His sacred fury menaceth that Nation VVhich hath Indea under Sequestration He doth not strike at Surplices and Tippits To bring an Oleo in of Sects in Sippits But deales his warlike and dead-doing blowes Against his Saviours and his Soveraigns foes That Coat of Armour fears no change of weather Where sanctity and souldier go together So doth our Champion march up to the fight Sit silent pray Time will bring all to light Exit Enter Guy and Sparrow Guy What Sirrah Sparrow Spar. Anon anon Sir Guy What are you turn'd Tapster since you came out of England Spar. Tapster quotha I shall never be so good a man while I live for I had rather see a Tapster then a King I like your long Journeys at Sea wel but for one thing Guy What 's that I pray Spar. O Master here 's no Alehouses by the way a man cannot get a Can of Beer for any Money but Master why did you give that great Castle you got from the Gyant to that pueling harlotry in the silk Gown Guy Why Sir she was a Lady of great birth Spar. A Ladle of great birch why and she had been a ladle of holly I would not have given 't her I trow you had bin better a given it me by half Guy What wouldest thou have done with it Spar. I would have wrapt it in a Letter and sent it into Warwickeshire for a token but Master good sweet Master lend me your Sword Enter an Hermit Guy What wilt thou do with it Spar. Here comes an Old man I le kill him Guy Ye cowardly Rogue wilt thou kill a Hermit Spar. An Emmot quotha 't is one of the fowlest great Emmots that ever I saw Guy God blesse thee Father and send thee happinesse on Earth and Heaven when thou diest Spar. And the Gallowes when a dyes what should he do with Heaven Her O what art thou that speakest of God or Heaven full forty Winters have I lived here and never heard the Name of God till now but in my prayers and my orisons Spar. A sawcy old Knave I