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
to foure Trades Godfrey my eldest boy I haue made a Mercer Guy my next sonne enrol'd in Gold-smithes Trade My third sonne Charles bound to an Haberdasher Yong Eustace is a Grocer all high borne Yet of the Citty-trades they haue no scorne Thus bare necessity hath made me seeke Some refuge to sustaine our pouerty And hauing plac't my sonnes in such a sort The little wealth I haue left I leaue to thee My selfe will trauaile to the holy Land And ere I lie within the earths vaste wombe Pay my deuoute vowes at my Sauiours Tombe BELL. Was that the cause you sent for my foure brothers EVRLE. Their wished sight will cheere my aged heart And I will blesse them all before I part Enter GODFREY GVY CHARLES and EVSTACE like Apprentices GODF. I wonder brothers why my father hath sent for vs thus earely that all businesse set apart wee must meete together this morning GVY. I know not the reason I had much ado to get leaue of my Maister to be spared from my attendance in the Shop and seruing of Customers CHA. 'Faith as soone as I heard but the messenger say my father must speake with mee I left my Tanakrd to guard the Conduit and away came I EVST. I beshrew him I should haue bene at breake-fast with two or three good boyes this morning but that match is disappointed by this meeting BELL. See where my brothers are already come EARLE Godfrey Guy Charles yong Eustace all at once Diuide a fathers blessing in foure parts And share my prayers amongst you equally First Godfrey tell mee how thou lik'st thy Trade And knowing in thy thoughts what thou hast ben How canst thou brooke to be as thou art now GODF. Bound must obey Since I haue vndertooke To serue my Maister truely for seuen yeares My duty shall both answere that desire And my old Maisters profite euery way I praise that Citty which made Princes Trades-men Where that man noble or ignoble borne That would not practise some mechanicke skill Which might support his state in penury Should die the death not sufferd like a drone To sucke the hony from the publicke Hiue I hold it no disparage to my birth Though I be borne an Earle to haue the skill And the full knowledge of the Mercers Trade And were I now to be create a new It should not grieue me to haue spent my time The secrets of so rich a Trade to know By which aduantage and much profites grow EAR. Well hast thou done to ouercome thy fate Making thy minde conformed to thy state How likes my Guy the Gold-smithes faculty GVY. As a good refuge in extremity Say I be borne a Prince and be cast downe By some sinister chance or fortunes frowne Say I be banisht when I haue a Trade And in my selfe a meanes to purchase wealth Though my state waste and towring honours fall That still stayes with mee in the extream'st of all EARLE What saies my third sonne Charles CHAR. If I should say I would not brooke those bonds Which God and fate and you haue tied me in You would be preaching disobedience Or should I say the Citty-trades are base For such a great mans sonnes to take on them Your fatherly regard would straight aduise mee To chastise my rebellious thoughts and say Sonne you by this may liue another day Therefore as my two brothers I reply You aske mee if I like it I say I EARLE What saies my yongest boy EVST. Father I say Hawking is a pretty sport And Hunting is a Princely exercise To ride a great horse oh 't is admirable EARL Eustace I know it is but to my question How canst thou brooke to be a Prentise boy EVST. Mee thinkes I could endure it for seuen yeares Did not my Maister keepe me in too much I cannot goe to breake-fast in a morning With my kinde mates and fellow-Prentises But he cries Eustace one bid Eustace come And my name Eustace is in euery roome If I might once a weeke but see a Tilting Sixe daies I would fall vnto my businesse close And ere the weekes end winne that idle day Hee will not let mee see a mustering Nor in a May-day morning fetch in May I am no sooner got into the Fencing-schoole To play a venew with some friend I bring But Eustace Eustace all the streete must ring Hee will allow me not one howr for sport I must not strike a foote-ball in the streete But hee will frowne not view the dancing-schoole But hee will misse me straight not suffer mee So much as take vp cudgels in the streete But hee will chide I must not go to buffets No though I bee prouoked that 's the hell Were 't not for this I could endure it well EARLE Sonnes yee must all forget your birth and honors And looke into the times necessity I know yee are perswaded Thinke not sonnes the names of Prentice can disparage you For howsoeuer of you esteem'd they bee Euen Kings themselues haue of these Trades beene free I made a vow to see the holy Land And in the same my Sauiours Sepulchre Hauing so well dispos'd you I will now First blesse you Boyes and then preferre my vow GODF. With much ado do I containe my spirit Within these bandes that haue inclos'd me round Though now this case the noble Sunne doth shroud Time shall behold that Sunne breake through this clowd GVY. My Genius bids my soule haue patience And sayes I shall not be a Prentise long I scorne it not but yet my spirits aime To haue this hand catch at the Crowne of Fame CHAR. An Haberdasher is the Trade Ivse But the soft wool feeles in my hand like steele And I could wish each hat comes through my hand Were turn'd into an Helmet and each Helmet Vpon a Souldiers head for me to lead Warre is the walke which I desire to tread EVST. I am a Grocer Yet had rather see A faire guilt sword hung in a veluet sheath Then the best Barbary sugar in the world Were it a freight of price inestimable I haue a kinde of prompting in my braine That sayes Though I be bound to a sweete Trade I must forgoe it I keepe too much in I would fast from meate and drinke a Summers day To see swords clash or view a desperate fray EARLE Bridle these humours sonnes expell them cleane And your high Spirits within your breasts containe Whilst I my tedious Pilgrimage prepare To spend my age in pouerty and prayer My first-borne first fare-well my second next Charles Eustace Daughter Heere my blessings say Your wishes beare mee on my sacred way Exit GODF. Euen to the place you trauaile there to ascend With those deuoute prayers you to heauen commend Brothers since wee are now as strangers here Yet by our fathers prouident care so plac'd That wee may liue secure from penury So let vs please our Maisters by our care That we our ruin'd fortunes may repaire GVY. Brother if I knew where to
graue My friendship and my seruice you shall haue EVST. Well fortune hath preseru'd me to some end It is for some thing that I did not sinke When the salt waues my mouth and eares did drinke I might haue fed the Haddockes but some power Is my good Maister and preserues me still Well sword in all my troubles stand me by Thou art bound to winne me somewhat ere I die Enter the Clowne and the Villaine Dragging the old Earle violently and rifling him CLO. Giue vs the gold my Captaine you you old Anatomy VILL. Gray-beard deliuer or you are but dead EARLE Take it my friends full little needs this strife First take the gold and after take my life CLOVV. Nay you old Iack a lent sixe weekes and vpwards though you be our Captaines father you cannot stay there and for surety that you shall not go back and tell him what we haue done to you wee 'le kill you and fling you into some Cole-pit VILL. Content and when wee haue done wee will returne him word we haue conducted thee past all danger of the Mountaines And now prepare thee for the fatall stroke EARLE Thou dost mee a great kindnesse let it come God take my soule now when thou wilt strike home EVST. He strikes his owne soule downe to Erebus That lifts a sword that shall but touch his haire IRISH. And by S. Patrick I 'le make him Garter his hose with his guts that strikes any stroke here CLOVV. Whom haue wee here a Gentleman and his water-spaniell Let 's robs them too and after kill thee VILL. Content content Sirra stand EVST. Yes I will stand base wretch when thou shalt fall And strike thee dead and trampling on thy bulke By stamping with my foote crush out thy soule Take that you slaue for bidding Eustace stand Hee beates them both away Now father go in peace EAR. Thankes my faire sonne By whose stout valour I haue freedome wonne I can bestow vpon you nought but thankes Vnlesse you will diuide this gold with me EVST. No father keepe it thou art old and poore But when I want my sword shall purchase more apart to himselfe EAR. By vewing him my former griefes abound Euen such a one was Eustace that was drown'd Which had hee liu'd his stature yeares and all Would haue resembled his so streight so tall So faire so strong of such a worthy spirit But his blest soule by this doth heauen inherit Griefe for his death so neere my heart doth dwell That for my life I cannot say fare-well Exit EVST. The Captaines father whom the slaues had kil'd Had not our comming interuented them Resembles mine in gesture face and looke But the old Earle my father is by this Within the wals of faire Ierusalem Else had I had surely tooke this aged man T' haue askt him blessing But what next cusues I find these Mountaines will be full of newes Enter Charles Clowne Villaine and the Crew CLOVV. Captaine a prize we two were assailed by two hundred and of them two hundred we kil'd all but these two These are the remainder of them that are left aliue CHAR. Go two or three of you and fetch them in If they resist you take their weapons from them CLO. I had rather some body else should attempt them then I now But since their is no other remedy Giue me three or foure of the stourest of our crew and then GOD and S. Anthony EVST. More Theeues and villaines haue begirt vs round Now Eustace for the honour of thy name Returne them to their Captaine backe with shame Hee sets vpon them all and beates them CHAR. Now by mine honour the best peece of flesh That euer in these woods held Out-law play Euen such a spirit had Eustace when he liu'd We must not loose this Gallant if wee can Wee 'le striue to make him our Companion EVST. Yee slaues I le beate you all into a mouse-hole And like a baited Lyon at a stake Kill all the curres that come but neere to barke Yee Guls haue yee no better men amongst you Defie your Captaine from me here I stand To dare him to a combat hand to hand CHAR. I were a Bastard not my fathers sonne Should I refuse it EVST. By all the land I haue left me in the world that 's but my graue Captaine thou honorest me CHAR. By all the wealth I brought into these woods That 's but my sword thou dost the like to me Thou shalt haue faire play Gallant by mine honour EVST. False was my mother to my fathers bed If I should aske more oddes of Hercules CHAR. Hee dies vpon my sword disturbes our fray Or in the fight dares disaduantage thee EVST. Were I the world-commanding Alexander I would make thee my Ephestion for that word I loue thee for thy valour Captaine Thiefe CHAR. 'T is that preserues thee from our violence An honour'd minde lies in this Out-lawes shape So much I rekon of thy cheualry That wert thou maister of an Indian Mine Thou should'st not be diminisht one denier Securely fight thy purse is sanctuary'd And in this place shall beard the proudest Theife EVS. An honour'd minded villaine by my sword A right good fellow and an honest Theife If I should haue thee prostrate at my mercy I will not kill thee for thy liberall offer Yet winne it lad and take it without faile I scorne to haue my purse go vnder baile CHA. He goes beyond me in heroicke thoughts To thine I stake downe this stand all apart He that steps in be subiect to our curses And now the betterman take both the purses EVST. It is a match I 'le seize them to thy griefe Now True man try if thou canst rob a Thiefe They fight as they are fighting enter BELLA FRANCA pursued by an Out-law shee runnes betwixt them and parts them BELL. If yee were borne of women aid a woman CHAR. Why what 's the matter BELL. Oh turne the edges of your swords 'gainst him That in the Forrest would haue rauisht mee CHAR. Cease thy pursuite and stranger pause a while To heare the tenour of this Ladies plaint EVST. Why then Kings truce But let the purses lie They 'le fall to my aduantage by and by CHAR. Now tell me Lady what 's your suite to mee BELL. To saue my life from foule inchastity For passing by these Countries on my way To pay my zealous vowes in Golgotha Attended onely by a little page This villaine with a crew of russian thieues Seiz'd what we had first haled my page from me And after would haue wrackt my chastity But being swift of foote feare lent me wings Hither I hope in happy time to flie Either to saue mine honour or to die CHA. Thy honour and thy life are both secur'd And for a Ladies sake you much resemble Command my sword my subiects and my caue Where succour all offencelesse you shall haue Sirra go you and scoure about the hill CLOVV. I go BELL. How like is