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
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
my shape To worke sedition in the Christian Campe You haue confirm'd by generall Parliament A Statute that must stand inuiolate Namely that mutiny in Prince or Pesant Is death a Kingdome cannot saue his life Then whence proceed these strange contentions CHA. I seiz'd her first EVS. I first her thoughts did proue TAN. I plead the composition for my loue ROB. If wealth will win the thoughts of that chaste Lady I le bid as faire as any for her loue GODF. If valour may atchieue her I 'mongst many Will bid more warlike blowes for her then any GV. Nay if you go to scrambling this for me Draw FREN. LAD. Speed they that list so you repulsed be BELL. Yet heare me Princes EVST. Hence with friuolous words GODF. Stand we to prate when others draw their sworde CHAR. Speake thou my cause Draw TAN. This shall my pleader be Draw GV. Thou art for vs Draw ROB. And sword speake thou for mee BELL. He that best loues me pierce me with his sword Lest I become your generall ouerthrow I do coniure you by the loue you beare me Either to banish this hostility Or all at once to act my Tragedy A blow is death proclaim'd by Parliament Can ye make Lawes be the first that break them Knew I that this my beauty bred this strife With some black poyson I would staine my cheeks Till I lookt fouler then an Aethiop Still do ye brandish your contentious swords This night shall end my beauty and to morrow Looke to behold my Christall eyes scratcht out My visage martyrd and my haire torne off He that best loues it ransome it with peace I will preserue it if your fury cease But if ye still persist the heauens I call As my vowes witnesse I will hate ye all TANC. To shew my loue my sword shall sleepe in rest GODF. I 'le keepe mine sharpe for the braue Soldans crest GV. Peace sword ROB. The Norman Robert keeps his keene T' abate the fury of the Soldans spleene CHA. My sword cries truce EVST. Blade when thou next art seene Thou mak'st thy Lord a King his Loue a Queene BELL. You haue redeem'd my beauty your last iarre Had made perfection with my face at warre EVST. Lady the vertuous motions of your heart Adde to the aboundant graces of your fame It was your beauty that did blinde our soules And in our close brests plac'd obliuion 'T is true we haue ordain'd a strict decree That whosoeuer in our Christian Hoast Strikes with a sword in hostile enmity Forfeits his life then breake off this debate And keepe our owne decrees inuiolate Enter with a Tucket before them TVRNVS and MORATES MO. Health to the Christians from the mighty Soldan TV. Death and destrustion from the Persian Sophy ROB. That tongue brings peace to thee will I attend GODF. That tongue brings war thy motions we commend TANC. Speake peace thy lookes are smoth we 'l list to thee CHAR. Speake warre bring warre and we to warre agree MOR. The Babylonian Soldan mighty Princes Sends me to know the cause of this your March Into a land so farre remote from ye If ye intend to see your Prophets Tombe As holy Pilgrimes peace shall guard your way EVST. Peace we defie let 's heare what thou canst say ROB. Proceed proceed GV. Do and I 'le sound my Drumme To drowne his voyce that doth for parleance come EVST. Why I am borne to nothing in this world But what my sword can conquer Should we yeeld Our fortunes to base composition I haue no hopes mine honour to encrease Curst be his base eare that attends to peace MOR. Let me conclude my message GODF. Pagan no Warres friend speake thou I am to Peace a foe TVR. The Persian Sophy thus instructs my tongue That Prince amongst you whose heroicke brest Dares shew it selfe to his triumphant speare Excepting but the name of Christian Like to the Persian Gods he honours him But should he know a heart in these proud Troupes And know that heart to be addict to peace Hee 'd hate him like a man that should blaspheme In Sion Towres hangs his victorious flagge Blowing defiance this way and it showes Like a red meteor in the troubled aire Or like a blazing comet that fore-tels The fall of Princes CHAR. Thine owne Princes â—all TVR. Then in one word destruction to you all GODF. I had not thought such spirits had remain'd Within the warlike breasts of Infidels EVST. Dares the Maiesticke spirit of thy King Answere a challenge dares he pawne his Crowne Against the hazard of ten thousand liues GVY. And who should fight against him EVST. I GVY. Thou EVS. I 'gainst him and thee and all the world That interdicts my honour GV. Me EVST. Thee GV. Fire rage and fury all my veines do swell Be mute my tongue bright sword my fury tell EVST. Fire mount 'gainst his mad fury check his rage Burne out then flame his bloud thy heate shall swage They fight and are parted GODF. What haue ye done iniustice staines our crests If for this act yee haue not lost their liues ROB. I will not beare the badge of Christendome In such a Bedlam mad society CHA. Cease to determine of their haire-braine rage Till yee haue sent the Pagans from our Tents TAN. 'T is well aduis'd Souldiers take charge of the Till we determine of our Embassie MOR. I feare me Turnus had you known before The spirits of these haughty Christians T' haue bene so full of enuious cheualry You would haue temper'd some part of your rage You see they striue and fight amongst themselues To practise hate against they meete with vs TVR. Morates no we scorne all abiect feares And they shall know our hearts as great as theirs GODF. It shall be so Attend me Pagan Lords We come not with grey gownes and Pilgrimes staues Beads at our sides and sandals on our feete Feare in our hearts entreaty in our tongues To begge a passage to our Prophets graue But our soft Beauer Felâ— we haue turn'd to iron Our gownes to armour and our shels to plumes Our walking staues we haue chang'd to Cemytars And so with pilgrimes hearts not pilgrims habits We come to hew way through your maine Armies And offer at the Tombe our contrite hearts Made purple with as many Pagans blouds As wee haue in our breasts religious thoughts And so be gone no words in trifling wast Death followes after you with wings of hast TVR. That Prince speaks Musick which doth cheere my heart MOR. Princes adew with terrour I depart Exeunt CHA. Now to these other Captaine-mutiners What shall be done with them EVST. Euen what you please We haue liu'd with paine and we can die with ease GVY. What God hath made a Gods name do you marre Death is the least I feare now to the barre ROB. Lords giue me leaue to temper our decree The Law is death but such is our regard Of Christian bloud we moderate it thus Because we
am Godfrey That by my valour haue regain'd your right Haue got your Dukedome from th' insulting French And am my selfe inuested Bullens Duke OLD B. I know thee Godfrey CHA. Godfrey GODF. Brother Charles The confident assurance of thy death Made me to giue the lie to my owne thoughts CHA. The selfe-same strong opinion blinded mee Else for my brother I had challeng'd thee Brother you might haue knowne me by the Armes Which I haue borne in honour of my Trade GODF. Ah but the resolution of thy death Made me to loose such thought ROB. Let vs reioyce And to your plausiue fortunes giue our voyce GODF. Prince Robert did the time affoord vs leaue We would discourse the summe of our escapes But to our fathers reskue CHA. Yeeld him slaues SOL. Tush we will keepe him spight of all your braues GODF. Be that our quarrell CHA. With courage courage striues We fight for CHRIST our father and our liues SOP. Here stands my Ensigne and by it a Crowne That you shall know the Persian honourable Sets vp his Standard Crowne Hee that can fetch this Ensigne from the wals Which I my selfe will guard and leaue some token Behind him that his sword hath conquered it He shall enioy them both SOL. And here stands mine Set vp his Standard and Crowne The Babylonian Emperours royall Standard By it I plant the rich Cicilian Crowne Guarded by me and my all-conquering troupes He that but leaues a note he hath beene here And scapes vnslaine although he winne them not That Christian will I honour ROB. Drummes alarum SOL. As loud and proud defiance our Drumme sounds GODF. For CHRIST my father conquest two Crownes Exeunt Alarum The Christians are repulst Enter at two seuerall dores GVY and EVSTACE climbe vp the wals beate the Pagans take away the Crownes on their heads and in the stead hang vp the contrary Shields and bring away the Ensignes flourishing them seuerall wayes Enter SOLDAN SOPHY MORETES TVRNVS with Souldiers SOL. Now the first wall is wonne the Ensignes seiz'd The Crownes surpriz'd the Christians haue the day What shall we leaue the Towne ALL I leaue the Towne SOP. 'T is best 't is best to take vs to the field TVR. I thinke 't is best that we make good the breach And haue no thought of marching towards the field We leaue a place of much security ALL Why then make good the breach SOL. It shall be so Gather our forces to make good the breach SOP. Tush why should we be pent vp in a Towne Let 's ope the gates and boldly issue out Leauing some few Pikes to make good the breach What say you Lords LORDS Then let vs issue out ALL Set ope the gates and let vs issue our SOL. And to expose vs to the generall spoyle Keepe the gates shut defend them manfully These Christians fight like deuils keepe fast the gates And once againe let vs make good the wall ALL Make good the wals make good the wals Enter at one dore ROBERT and CHARLES they meete EVSTACE with his Trophee Enter at another dore GODFREY TANCRED they meete GVY with his Trophee ROB. Triumphant honour houers ore our Armes What gallant spirit brauely hath borne hence The Emperours Standard slaughtered his proud Guard And in the steed thereof hung vp his Shield EVST. Witnesse this royall Crowne vpon my head I seiz'd the Ensigne I hung vp that Shield GODF. What puissant arme snatcht hence the Sophies Standard GVY. This Crowne vpon my head sayes it was I CHA. Forgetfull Charles braue Robert see the Knight Whose valour freed vs from the Soldans hands ROB. Renowned Christian euer honoured be It was thy sword procur'd vs liberty EVST. By heauen not I I neuer came in place Where Robert or that Gallant were distrest But there are others thankelesse whom I freed And now too proud forget that honoured deed GODF. 'T was he releast vs honoured stranger thankes But they are idle offrings from true hearts Prince Tancred and my selfe owe thee our liues GV. You mock me Princes neuer did my sword Drinke drop of Pagans bloud to set you free But Robert and that Prince vnthankfull be CHA. Whose shield is that EVST. Mine CHA. Then to you we owe Thankes for our liues the Pagans ouerthrow EVST. The shield I challenge but the act deny I neuer gaue you life or liberty GODF. Whose shield is that GV. Mine GODF. Then by thee we liue Thou didst our desperate liues and freedome giue GV. What meane you Princes to deride a stranger These eyes did neuer see you two in danger EVST. VVho owes that sheild GV. I and who owes that EVST. I GVY. Thou know'st me then EVST. Thankes fortune that I do GV. Haue at the slaue EVST. Braue foe haue at thee too Fight and are parted by the Princes GODF. VVhat ere your quarrell be contend no more He drawes his sword 'gainst me that fights againe For I am foe to all descension CHA. So are we all then end these warres in words The Pagans haue employment for your swords EVST. For one blow more take here my Crowne amongst you Now that my spleene is vp it will not downe I 'le giue you all I haue for one bout more GV. Lords take mine too by heauen I 'le pawne my life Against the Soldans head to bring it you So you will let vs try this maistry ROB. Kingdomes nor Crownes can hire it at our hands It shall not be we say it shall not be VVhat are you Lords we charge you by his honor VVhom in your outward habite you professe To tell vs both what and from whence ye are GV. You charge vs deepely I a banisht man VVhom you for mutiny expulst the Camp Yet was I leader of ten thousand French But thought by you vnworthy of these warres Since my exile Prince Robert view me well I freed you two from base captiuity 'T was I that brought you weapons in the woods And then you term'd me some Celestiall power But being now in safety you forget Your dangers past and cancell that great debt EVST. Nay I am sure you long to know me too I am your Out-law brother one of your Leaders Banisht with him that from the Persians rage Freed Tancred and that valiant man at Armes How euer now they can forget my prowesse What need you more I am he that wonne this Crown And from these high wals pluckt that Ensigne downe ROB. You haue redeem'd all your offences past Deseruing best in this society But when you freed me you did beare that shield GV. I did but since exchang'd it with my foe GODF. And you did beare that shield EVST. True I did so Ah had I bene awake thou know'st my minde Thou hadst writ thy ruin in bloud GV. Thy words are mine CHA. Leaue brother Godfrey the Bullen Duke EVS. How GV. VVhat CHA. Do you not know these faces GODF. Brother Charles EVST. Brother GV. Charles GODF. I 'le question with them for may it
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
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