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A05801	The valiant VVelshman, or The true chronicle history of the life and valiant deedes of Caradoc the Great, King of Cambria, now called Wales As it hath beene sundry times acted by the Prince of Wales his seruants. Written by R.A. Gent.; Valiant Welshman.	R. A., Gent.; Armin, Robert, fl. 1610, attributed name.; Anton, Robert, b. 1584 or 5, attributed name.; Aylett, Robert, 1583-1655?, attributed name.	1615 (1615)	STC 16; ESTC S104360	35,542	72

allegeance With that base Apoplexie of reuolt And egre appetite of soueraigne might Counting the greatest wrong the greatest right Full many Moones haue these two aged lights Beheld in peacefull wise Now to my griefe When the pure oyle that fed these aged Lampes Is almost spent and dimly shines those beames That in my youth darted forth spritefull rayes Must now die miserable and vndone By monstrous and base vsurpation Codig Thrise noble king be patient this I reade The Gods haue feet of wooll but hands of lead And therefore in reuenge as sure as slow What though two Royall Armies we haue lost He that beares man about him must be crost And that base Monmouth that with his goldēhead Salutes the Sunne may with the Sunne fal dead For base Rebellion drawes so short a breath That in the day she moues she moues to death And like the Marigold opens with the Sunne But at the night her pride is shut and done Morgan Harke you me Lord Codigune By the pones of Saint Tany you haue prattled to the King a great deale of good Phisicke and for this one of her good lessons and destructions how call you it be Cad I know not very well I wil fight for you with all the George Stones or the Vrsa maiors vnder the Sunnes Harke you me Kings I pray you now good Kings leaue your whimbling and your great proclamations let death come at her and ha can catch her and pray God blesse her As for the Rebell Monmouth I kanow very well what I will do with her I will make Martlemas beefe on her flesh and false dice on her pones for euery Conicatcher I warrant her for Case bobby and Metheglin I will make her pate ring noone for all her resurrections and rebellions Octauian But soft what Drum is this The Drumme soundeth afarre off That with her silent march salutes the ayre Herald go see Herald And 't please your Grace Cadallan Earle of March Spurred on by duty and obsequious loue Repining at the Fortune of your foe Whose rauening tyranny deuoures the liues Of innocent subiects now in person comes To scourge base vsurpation with his sonnes Octa. Conduct them to our presence Enter March. Welcome braue Earle with these thy manly sonnes Neuer came raine vnto the Sunne-parcht earth In more auspicious time then thy supply To scourge vsurping pride and soueraignety Cadallan Oh my gracious Lord Cadallan comes drawne by that powerfull awe Of that rich Adamant his soule adores The needles poynt is not more willing to salute the North Man ioyfuller to sit inshrinde in heauen Then is my loyalty to ayde my King I know dread Liege that each true man should know To what intent dame Nature brought him forth True subiects are like Commons who should feede Their King their Country and their friends at need Octa. Braue Earle of March I need not here delude The precious time with vaine capituling Our own hereditary right Graues to the dead Balsum to greene wounds or a soule to man Is not more proper then Octauian To the vsurped Title Monmouth holds Then once more on this be our onely trust Heauens suffer wrongs but Angels gard the iust Exeunt ACTVS 1. SCENA 3. Enter Monmouth the vsurper in armes with Souldiers Mon. Now valiant Countreymen once more prepare Your hands and hearts vnto a bloudy fight Sterne Mars beginnes to buckle on his helme And waues his sanguine colours in the ayre Recount braue spirits two glorious victories Got with the death of many thousand soules Thinke on the cause for which we stand ingagde Euen to the hazard of our goods and liues That were Octauians forces like the starres Beyond the limits of Arithmetike Or equall to the mighty Xerxes hoste Yet like the poles our dauntlesse courage stands Vnshaken by their feeble multitudes The Drum beats afarre off But soft what Drum is this Souldiers look out Did Cesar come this welcome he should haue Strong armes bigge hearts and to conclude a graue Souldiers My Lord Octauian Backt with the Earle of March and his three sonnes Intends to giue you battell Mon. No more no more fond doting Earle Is not there roome enough within Churchyards To earth his aged bodie with his sonnes But hee must hither come to make their graues Drums beat aloud I le not articulate My soule is drown'd in rage This bloudy fight Shall toombe their bodies in eternal night Exeunt Alarum Enter Cadallan wounded with his sonnes Caradoc Rot from his cursed trunke that villaines arme That gaue this fatall wound to reuerend age How fares our Princely father Cad As fares the sicke man when the nights blacke bird Beates at his casements with his sable wings Or as the halfe dead captiue being condemn'd Awaites the churlish Iaylors fearefull call Out of his lothsome dungeon to his death So fares it with the wounded Earle of March The current of my bloud begins to freeze Toucht by the Icy power of gelid death A sad Eclipse darkens these two bright lights My vitall spirits faint my pulses cease And natures frame dissolues to natures peace All by that damn'd vsurper He dies Cara. Eternall peace free from the hate of men Inspheare thy soule and mount it to the stars Brothers surcease your griefe goe to the field Cheare vp the Souldiers whilst I single forth This bloudy Monmouth that I may sacrifice His canceld life vnto my fathers ghost And rid the land of this Egean filth His vsurpation stables Oh t is good To scourge with death that crying sinne of bloud Morgan meets Caradoc going in Morgan Cousin Caradoc well in all these pribble prabbles I pray you how dooth our vncle Cadallan bee Cad I heard he had got a knocke if it bee so I pray you looke that the leane Caniball what doe you call him that eate vp Iulius Cesars and Pompeyes a saucy knaue that cares no more for Kings then lowsie beggers Chimney-sweepers Cara. Why death man Morgan I I Death a poxe on her as Cad shudge mee hee will eate more Emperours and Kings at one meale then some Taylors halfepenny loaues or Vsurers decayed shentlemen in a whole yeare therefore I pray you Cousin haue a care of her vncle Cara. He is in heauen already Morgan In heauen why did you let her goe thither Cara. It is a place of rest and Angels blisse Morgan Angells Cots blue-hood I warrant her there is ne're a Lawyer in the whole orld but had rather haue eleuen shillings then the best Anshell in heauen I pray you who sent her thither Cara. I cannot tell but from his dying tongue He did report Monmouth the bloudy meanes Morgan Monmouth Iesu Christ did hee send her vncle to Saint Peters and Saint Paules and not suffer her cousin Morgan to bid her Nos Dhi●u harke you Cousin I le seeke her out be Cad Farewell Cousin I le make her pring packe her Nuncle with a venshance Cara. Farewell good Cousin whilst I range about The mangled

My life for thine to Cesar for thy freedome Cesar himselfe admires thy fortitude And will with honour welcome thee at Rome He is a King whom basenesse neuer toucht And scorns to plucke a Lyon by the beard Being a carkase Speake will you trust our oath Caradoc flings downe his Armes Cara. I take thy word great Generall And thinke not for any feare of death I prostitute my life to Cesars hands But for I know Cesar is like a King And cannot brooke a base mechanicke thought But for to see those famous towres of Rome This golden Lion shall inlarge me soone Ostor. Then Manlius Valens you shall beare him thither And for your gard take the nineth Legion Surnamed The valiant and by the way At London stayes his daughter wife and brother Let them to Cesar beare him company Exit Caradoc Farewell braue Prince Now Romanes once againe Seing the Welshmens glory is eclipst Let vs prouide to meet Lord Morgan And Lord Constantine Venusius and the rest that gather head And seate Prince Codigune in what 's his right That now haue gathered strong and fresh supply This battell shall adde honour to our name And with triumphant Lawrell crowne our fame Exeunt ACTVS 5. SCENA 3. Enter Venusius Constantine and Lord Morgan with Souldiours in Armes Venu Thus noble Lords Venusius armed comes In loue to Wales and that much wronged Prince Who now at Yorke liues priuate from his foes From whence we now will call him and awake His ancient courage that long time hath slept Vpon the downy pillowes of repose Good Angels guide vs this our latest strife Shall set a period to our death or life Const. Me thinks right noble Lord yet I presage The horror of this battell we intend Will cost a masse of bloud nor doe I stand Firmely resolu'd and the least sparke of valour Turnes to a Flame of Magnanimity Oh were my brother Caradoc but here Our minds were made inuincible all our thoughts Were fixt on warlike Musicke or any thing Beyond a common venter And see in time Our princely brother and our sister comes Enter Gald Bluso and Voada Welcome deare brother how escapte you danger And purchast such a happy liberty Gald All that I haue I freely doe ascribe Vnto this learned man whose secret Arte Beyond the strayne of deepe Philosophy Or any naturall science vnder heauen Possest me of this Iewell of my soule And through the Romane hoste inuisible Conuayde vs both safe as you see we are Morgan Harke you me you remember our Cousin Caradoc and Morgan do you not Giue me your hands Be Cad I shall loue the Teuill til breath 's in her pody for this tricke Be Cad he hath done more good then any Iustice of Peace this seuen yeres for all her stocks and whipping posts Harke you me now Const. Harke harke the Romanes march to vs with speed Now Royall Princes thinke on our vilde disgrace Their Treasons falshoods and conspiracies And double resolution whet your rage Oh Caradoc there 's nothing wants but thee And now too late to buckle on thy Armes If in this bloudy skirmish I suruiue Triumphs shall crown the glorious brow of Wales Bastard begot at the backe dore of nature Cornewall the author of these bleeding wounds That many a wretch shall suffer for their wrongs Behold we come arm'd with a triple rage To scourge your base indignities with steele Noble Prince Gald here in our brothers stead Conduct our Army foorth as Generall Romanes come on your pride must catch a fall ACTVS 5. SCENA 4. Enter Ostorius Marcus Gallicus Cessius Codigune Cornewall with Souldiours Ostor. Now Bryttaines though the wrongs done to this Prince And to our selues deserue a sharpe reuenge Yet for wee pitty the effusion And hauocke that these cruell broyles intend Once more in peace we craue this Princes right Which your weake Army can no way detayne Perhaps you stand vpon the idle hopes Of Caradoc Know then you are deceyued For hee 's our prisoner and to Rome is sent With Manlius Valens to the Emperour Then yeeld your selues or trie the chance of warre Gald Then so we will base Romanes Henceforth in stead of honourable names Succeeding times shall brand your slauish thoughts With the blacke coales of treasons and defame Princes since now you know the worst of all Let vengeance teach your valiant minds to mount Aboue a common pitch inspire your soules With the remorselesse thoughts of bloud and death And this day spit defyance in the face Of trecherous Rome and thinke on this disgrace Codig Stay Prince and let me speake Gald Some Cannon shot ramme vp thy damned throat Peace hell-hound for thou singst a Rauens note Alarum They fight and beat in the Romanes Enter at one dore Gald and at the other Codigune Gald Well met thou Fiend of hell by heauen I le die Or be reuenged for all thy trechery Codig Weake Prince first keepe a dyet for a time To adde fresh vigour to thy feeble limmes And then perhaps wee le teach thee how to fight Gald Villayne the heauens haue strength inough against Treason They fight Gald killeth Codigune Enter Cornewall at one dore and Morgan at the other Morg. Cad plesse her Cornewals be Cad you are as arrant a Knaue as any Proker in Longlanes Harke you me I le fight with her for all her treasons and coniurations They fight and Morgan killeth Cornewall Morg. Fare you well Cousin Cornewall I pray you commend vs to Plutoes and Proserpines and tell all the Teuils of your affinity and acquaintance I thanke them for our Cousin Gald Enter at one dore the Romane Standard-bearer of the Eagle and at the other dore Constantine Const. Lay downe that haggard Eagle and submit Thy Romane Colours to the Bryttaines hands Or by that mighty Mouer of the Orbe That scourges Romes Ambition with reuenge I le plucke her haughty feathers from her backe And with her bury thee in endlesse night Standerdb Know Bryttaines threats vnto a Romane brest Swell vs with greater force like fire supprest If thou wilt haue her winne her with thy Armes They fight and Constantine winneth the Eagle waueth it about Const. Thus not in honour but in foule disgrace We waue the Romane Eagle spight of foes Or all the puissant Army of proud Rome Enter Marcus Gallicus Marc. Proud Welshman redeliuer vp that Bird Whose siluer wings thou flutterest in the ayre The Veruels that she weares belong to Rome And Rome shall haue or I le pawne my bloud Const. Romane behold euen in disgrace of this and thee And all the factious rout of trecherous Rome I le keepe this Eagle winne it if thou darest They fight and are both slaine Enter Gald Voada Venusius Morgan Gald Sound a Retreat This day was brauely fought Cornewall and Codigune vvhose infectious breath Ingendred noysome plagues of bloud and death With all the Romane hoste is put to flight Thus by the hand of heauen our peace is vvonne And

priuate token from thy hands That 's generally knowne vnto thy friends That if by chance I come to Rome I may be knowne to be your friend Claud. Here worthy Bryttayne take this golden Lyon And weare it about thy necke This when thou commest Will quickly finde me out Souldiour adieu Cesar is bound both to the gods and you Exit Enter Prince Gald They sound a retreat Gald The Romane Eagle hangs her haggard wings And all the Army 's fled all by the strength And opposition of one common man In shew not farre superiour to a Souldiour That 's hyred with pay or prest vnto the field But in his manly carryage like the sonne Of some vnconquered valiant Mermedon Sure t is some god-like spirite that obscures His splendour in these base and borrowed clouds Of common Souldiours habit All my thoughts Are wrapt in admiration and I am deepe in loue With those perfections onely that my eye Beheld in that fayre obiect Thus haue I left the field To interchange a word or two with him And see in happy time he walkes alone Well met braue souldiour may a Prince be bolde To aske thy name thy nation and thy birth Cara. Fayre Prince you question that you know already I am not what I seeme but hither sent He discloses himselfe On honourable termes to ayd this King Which he vnkingly basely did refuse And in reward of this his proffered good Vngratefully returnd what other Kings With princely donatiues would recompence My seruice with iniurious contempt But I in lieu of this disgracefull wrong Haue done him right and through the iawes of death Haue brought a glorious triumph to his Crowne And hung sweet peace about his palace gates True honour should doe that which enuy hates Gald Fayre Map of honour where my reason reades Each nauigable circle that containes My happy voyage to the land of fame Say vertuous Prince may Gald become so blest To follow thy fayre hopes and linke his soule In an vnited league of endlesse loue Nor scorne a Princes proffer for by heauen What I intrude thy vertue hath inforst And like the powerfull Loadstone drawne my thoughts To limne out vertue for exactly done By artificiall nature to the life In thy fayre modell shaddowed curiously How like Pigmalion do my passions dote On this fayre picture will you accept me Prince Cara. Most willingly kind Prince And may as yet this Embrio of our loues Grow to his manly vigour 't is loue alone That of diuided soules makes onely one Who then adores not loue whose sacred power Vnites those soules diuision would deuoure Come gentle Prince let vs goe see our friends I left vpon you Hill to keepe our forts And thence to Wales where double ioyes attend A beautious wife and a most constant friend Exeunt ACTVS 2. SCENA 5. Enter Morion the foolish Knight and his man Ratsbane Morion Come Ratsbane Oh the intolerable paine that I suffer for the loue of the Fayry Queene my heeles are all kybde in the very heate of my affection that runnes down into my legs me thinkes I could eate vp a whole Brokers shoppe at a meale to be eased of this loue Rats Oh master you would haue a villainous many of pawnes in your belly Why you are of so vveake a nature you vvould hardly disgest a Seruingmans Liuery in your belly vvithout a vomit Morion I assure thee thou fayest true t is but grosse meate But Ratsbane thou toldst mee of a rare fellovv that can tell misfortunes and can coniure prethee bring me to him I le giue him somewhat to helpe mee to speake with the Fayry Queene Whose face like to a Butchers doublet lookes Varnisht with tallow of some beautious Oxe Or like the aprons of some Pie-corner Cookes Whose breath smels sweeter then a hunted Foxe Whose eyes like two great foot-balls made of lether Were made to heate the gods in frosty weather Ratsb Oh happy that man that hath a bedfellow of these amiable parts Oh master if her visible parts bee such her inuisible parts are able tomake an Italian run mad hee loues an armful But master see here 's the man I told you of Enter the Iuggler and his man Iuggler You know my mind sir be gone I haue obseru'd this Idiot and intend To gull the Coxecombe therefore I did translate My selfe this day into this cunning shape I oft haue heard the foole strongly perswade Himselfe to be the Fayry Queenes chiefe Loue And that by her he shall subdue the Turke And plucke great Otoman from off his throne This I will worke on Morion Sir and 't shall please you I come to know some of that excellent skill the world hath blisterde mine eares with Iug. Sir Thomas Morion for so are you called Darling vnto the beautious Fayry Queene Your fortunes shall bee such as all the world Shall wonder at Pheanders noble name For otherwise so are you also named I know to what intent you hither come You come to see your Loue the Fayry Queen And talke with her here in this silent place Her nimble Fayries and her selfe do vse Oft to repayre and long it will not be Ere she com hither but thus much you must know You must not talke to her as to a Queene Of earthly substance for she is a pure And simple spirit without Elements Wherefore without any mortall thing That may annoy her most immortall sense You must goe humbly creeping on your hands Without your Doublet Rapier Cloke or Hose Or any thing that may offend her nose And see see yonder she comes if you wil speake with her You must doe as I tell you Enter the Fayry Queene Morion Oh helpe me quickly Come Ratsbane vncase my loue is come He strips himselfe and creepes vpon his hands with his man Great Queene thou soueraigne of Pheanders heart Vouchsafe a word vnto thy Mayden Knight That bowes his guts vnto thy mighty face Fayry Q. Follow me this way Shee fals downe vnder the Stage and he followes her and fals into the ditch Morion Helpe Ratsbane helpe helpe Rats Help why where are you I thought you had been in the hole by this time Come giue me your hand You follow the Fayry Queene Mor. Come come say nothing wee le goe home like fooles as we came Come my clothes my clothes Rats Cods lid clothes Now we may go home worse fooles then we came Sfoot this cunning Rascall meanes to set vs a hay making Sfoote we are fitte for the Dogge-house we are flayde already Mor. Well we may goe home with the naked truth It s no matter A mans a man though hee haue but a hose on his head ACTVS 3. SCENA 1. Enter Codigune Gloster and Cornwall with Souldiours vp in Armes Codig Now friends and fellow Souldiours in iust Arms Prepare your selues against the haughty foe Who as wee heare marches not farre from hence What we haue done by force wee le make it good Or seale our bold attempts with

death and bloud Glost. King keepe your owne maugre all opposition If he come hither to demaund your right And with his rebell troopes disturbe the peace Of what both gods and men haue made your own Maintain the quarrell with your awfull power Be it right or wrong behaue your selfe like Ioue And strike with thunder his base insolence Discourse not what is done nor how nor when Onely Kings wils are Lawes for other men Enter a Messenger Codig What tidings brings this sweating Messenger Messen. My Lord Prince Caradoc returnd from Brittaine Is with his Army marching hitherwards Cod. He comes vnto his death Now Codigune Banish al timorous thoughts think what thou art A King That word is able to infuse Boldnesse as infinite as that we call The worlds first mouer Why the name of King Were able to create a man of stone With more then animall courage to inspire Dulnesse with nerued resolution Then Codigune like Atlas on thy backe Support thy Kingdomes Arch vntill it cracke March forward Exeunt ACTVS 3. SCENA 2. Enter Caradoc Gald Mauron Constantine Lord Morgan Earle of Anglesey with colours and Souldiours Cara. I was not wont deare friends to be so dull I am all lead as if my subtle soule Had left his lodging in this house of clay Each empty corner of my faculties And vnderstanding powers swell with dreames And dire presages of some future ill Gastly and fearefull specters haunt my sleepe And if there be as Heathen men affirme Some godlike sparks in mans diuining soule Then my propheticke spirite tels me true That some sad newes attends my steps in Wales I long to heare what mischiefe or what good Hath hapned since I parted from the King Enter Morion Morion Oh father father ffoot I sweate as if I had been buried in a Tunne of hote graynes Morg. Come you Coxecombe leaue your proclamations and your preambles and tell her the naked truth Morion My Father knowes all Indeed father the naked truth is that the Fayry Queene robd me of all my clothes you might haue seen me as poore as an Open-arse But I can tell you newes the King is poysoned Lord Codigune crowned The Lady Guiniuer the young Gentlewoman imprisoned Morgan But harke you me sonne Morion is all this true or inuented of her owne foolish pates and imaginashions Morion Why I pray you father when did you heare a Gentleman of Wales tell lyes Morgan Her tell her true in that t is the prauest Nation vnder the Sunnes for that Harke you me sonnes be Cad it is a great teale petter to be a thiefe then a lyar I warrant her Gald What Royall Prince can chaunce predominate Ouer a mind that like the soule retaynes A harmony of such concordant tunes No sudden accident should make to iarre This tenement of clay in which our soule Dwels in vntill the Lease of life indures Of learned men was well called Microcosme Or little world ouer whose mortall parts The starres doe gouerne whose immortall power Sometimes begets a fatall birth of woe Sometimes againe inuerts their sullen course To vnexpected Reuels turnes our Critticke howres To Cricket merriment yet is there meanes that barrs Their hatefull influence Wisdome rules the starres You haue lost a Father Vse the Athenians breath Graue Solons No mans happy vntill death Cara. Oh louing Prince thus the Physician speakes To the disordered Patient thus healthfull Arte Conferres with wounded Nature T is a common tricke Men being sound giue Phisicke to the sicke Fayre Prince misconster not my discontent I grieue not that Octauian is depriued Of life but that he hath exchanged His life for such a miserable death What villaine but a prodigie of nature Ingendred by some Comet would haue forst His aged soule to wander in the ayre Bearing a packet of such ponderous sinnes Would cracke the Axel-tree of heauen to beare And not haue giuen him liberty to pray But I am armde with patience First with words Wee le seeke to conquer and if not by swords March round I heare their Drummes ACTVS 3. SCENA 3. Enter Codigune Gloster Cornewall with colours and souldiours Codig Now Caradoc what i st thou canst demaund Morg. Cousin Caradoc I pray you hold her peace a little Codig I le heare no mad men speake Morg. Cads blu-hood take her for Bedlems mad mens He offers to strike him Cara. Be patient Cousin Codigune in briefe I come to clayme my right that thou vsurpest And by sinister meanes blacke as thy sinnes Hast basely stolne surrender first my wife My sister and the Kingdome of Southwales Or by the gods to whom I stand obliged In sacred bonds of Orizons and thankes For life and motion if thou refuse to doe it Or moue that bloud boyles within my veynes At the memoriall of thy hellish sinne I le teare the Crowne from off thy cursed head And eyther die my selfe or strike thee dead Cod. Caradoc thou claymest South-Wales of vs. Nor that nor wife nor sister shalt thou haue But if thou long'st for any aske a graue The high-swolne pride of Maiesty and loue Brookes no competitors it s thus decreede Who shares with them must for the booty bleed Ech Planet keeps his Orbe which being resign'd Perhaps by greater lights would be outshinde Car. Sweet Patience yet instruct my toung awhile To speake the language of a temperate soule Codigune marke vvhat I le offer thee Since that the wrongs which basely thou hast bred Cannot be reconciled but by the death Of millions that must suffer for vs two And we the authors of what wars and bloud Shall in her frantike outrage lauish out For t is a thing that honour'scornes to doe That multitudes should perish for vs two Thou art a man if actions like thy words Be but proportionable that disdaynest To fight with crauen basenesse all on ods Nor doe I thinke thy honour so profuse That guiltlesse men should bleed for thy abuse Then if thou darest And once more to augment Thy Bastard courage againe I dare thee fight Euen in a single Monomachy hand to hand And if by chance as man is nought but chance Thou conquerest me I will become thy slaue Confirme my right to thee and to thy heyres And if I ouercome doe thou the like How sayest thou vvilt thou accept this offer Cod. It pleases me and here in sight of heauens By all my hopes of immortality I vvill performe vvhat thou hast brauely spoke I loue thee for these honourable termes And will as fearelesse entertaine this fight As a good conscience doth the cracks of Ioue Cara. Then as vve are Souldiers begirt vs round And let no man disturbe the Combatants Till one or both fall to our mother earth For thus be vvell assurde the cause being right Immortall spirits doe for iustice fight Alarum They fight at Poleaxe Codigune is conquered Glost. Novv Gloster flie and hide thy head vvith shame Morg. Cads blue-hood peat out her praynes for calling her Bedlems

st your Romane guize To backe blacke Treasons and conspiracies Embassadour returne vnto thy Lord Within these ten dayes he shall heare from vs. Aside But by the gods that doe vphold the frame And fabricke of the world lest it should fall Vpon the head of that damn'd murtherer It shall be to his cost Come let 's a way Enter a shepheard running hastily Shep. O mighty King pitty thy peoples wrongs And cease the clamors of both young and old Whose eyes doe penetrate the gates of heauen To looke vpon the tragicall mishaps And bloudy spoyle of euery passenger Our sheepe deuoured our shepheards dayly slaine All by a furious Serpent not farre hence Whom lesse great King you doe preuent in time A timelesse massacre ouerruns your land And danger waites euen at your Palace gates And your selfe's as incident to death As euery common Hynde it hath deuoured Therefore delay not mighty Soueraigne Cara. A Serpent where when how came it thither I le not demurre Shepheard leade on the way I le follow thee There 's danger in delay Come Cousin Morgan goe along with vs. Princes farewell awhile Morgan Cads blue-hood fight with Teuils I warrant her some Embassadors from Belzebubs shortly Here 's a great teale of sturies I pray Cad plesse her from T●uils They are a great teale worse then Marshall men and Bum-Bayly From all of them Cood Lord deliuer her I come Cousin Guiniuer Good Angels guide thy dangerous enterprise And bring thee backe with conquest to thy friends Some powerfull Spirit houer ouer the head Of my deare Lord and gard him from the rage Of that fell Monster Come Princes let 's away A womans feares can hardly stint or stay Exeunt Manet Marcus Gallicus He lookes after Voada Marcus I haue not seene a beauty more diuine A gate more like to Iunoes Queene of heauen I cannot tell but if there be a Cupid Arrowes and flames that from the sacred fires Of loue and passion that fond men inspires With desperate thoughts kindles our vain desires Then in this brest their locall place must be Oh Loue how powerfull is thy Deity That binds the vnderstanding blinds the eye Yet here 's an obiect for the eye so rare Deceyt can ne're beguile it is so fayre This chase I le keepe and eyther winne the game Or lose the golden Fleece vnto my shame Exit ACTVS 4. SCENA 2. Enter Shepheard Caradoc Morgan Cara. Now shepheard are we yet within the ken Of this fell monster Sheph. Not yet my Lord and yet me thinks this place should not be farre Cara. Then here wee le stay it may be being hungry The dreadfull monster now vvill seeke his prey Enter old man And range towards vs. Come let 's walke about Old man Stay ventrous Prince and from an old mans hand Receyue the meanes that sacred heauens decree To rid thy Land from this perplexity No force of sword can conquer hellish fiends By blacke inchantments made to take thy life Thou maist with greater ease cleaue rocks asunder Or with thy hands breake Adamants in twayn Which nought but bloud of Goates can mollifie Then pierce the skales of this infernall Monster About thee take this precious soueraigne herbe That Mercury to wise Vlisses gaue To keepe him from the rage of Cyrces charmes This precious herbe maugre the force of hell From blackest sorcery keepes sound and well Farewell great Prince Exit Cara. Thanks gentle Father And see the Serpent comes Enter the Serpent Caradoc shewes the herbe The Serpent flies into the Temple Caradoc runs after It thunders Now Caradoc pursue this hellish Fiend He drags the Magicians out by the heeles Cursed Imposter damn'd Inginer of plots As blacke in cursed purposes as night When by your hellish charmes she mournes in blacke And sable vestments tell me thou sonne of darkenesse Where that Inuentor of mischieuous ills Gloster remaynes Bluso There in that caue but he is fled from thence And being frantike with the horrid sight Of fearefull apparitions in despayre Runnes vp and downe these solitary Groues Where shortly Furies with their diuelish haunts Will leade him to a sad and violent death Cara. Wert thou the authour tell vpon thy life Bluso No Prince for in this horrid Caue There liues my aged mother deepe in skill Of Magicke Exorcismes as the art it selfe Exceeds the boundlesse depth of humane wit With her the Earle conspirde to draw you hither By this inuention Cara. Rise come forth thou vgly Hagge from thy darke Cell He plucks the Witch out by the heeles Cousin Morgan throw her into the flames Of the burning Temple Hee carries her and throwes her in Morgan I warrant her By shesu t is a hote whore Cara. On this condition doe I giue thee life That first if such an hellish art as this May serue to vertuous vses then direct The scope of all thy skill to ayde poore men Distrest by any casualty or chance And specially our friends Bluso This Bluso vowes to keepe inuiolable Cara. Come Cousin Morgan Kings in this are known That for their subiects liues neglect their owne ACTVS 4. SCENA 3. Enter a company of Rustickes bearing the body of Gloster Cara. How now Sirs what heauy spectacle affronts our eyes Clowne Come my masters euery man his part hee shall be examined ere we part with him Neighb T is fit neighbour for he that has no more care of himselfe what will he haue of another fellow Cara. Whose body is that my friends Clown T is not a body Sir t is but a carkase sir some Gentleman it seemes for if hee had beene a poore man that labours for his liuing he would haue found somewhat else to doe and not to haue hangde himselfe Cara. Alacke alacke a wretched case Clown Nay truly neuer bestow pitty on him that could not pitty himselfe Bluso T is Glosters body noble Caradoc Cara. A Traytors body then heauens iustice showne That in contriuing mischiefe for his owne Mor. If his head were taken from his shoulders 't were very well and poale his head on a high cragge Clown You may poale his head here if it please you but truely it is not worth the labor for it is a fleece of the lovvzest haire that euer was hanged Morg. You are a prattling Coxcombe I would haue his head mounted on a poale for all false knaues to see and behold Clow. Why sir you may see it now and the rest shall see it hereafter Mor. The rest sir mercy vpon vs doe you reckon me a false knaue by S. Dauie I will melt a stone of tallow from your kidneyes Cara. Nay good Sir Morgan Morg. Pray you Cousin let me goe Clow. Let your Cousin let him come you shall haue diggon of Chymr●de I warrant you Morg. Harke you harke you Cousin he speakes Brittish by shesu I not strike him now if he call mee three knaues more God plesse vs if he do not speake as good Brittish as any is in Troy-walles Giue