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The seven champions of Christendome Acted at the Cocke-pit, and at the Red-Bull in St. Iohns streete, with a generall liking. And never printed till this yeare 1638. Written by I.K.
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Kirke, John, d. 1643.
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THE Seven Champions of Christendome Acted at the Cocke-pit and at the Red-Bull in St. Johns Streete with a generall liking And never Printed till this Yeare 1638 Written by J. K. LONDON Printed by J. Okes and are to be sold by James Becket at his Shop in the Inner Temple Gate 1638 To his much respected and worthy Friend Master JOHN WAITE Sir THinking of amends to expres my gratefulnes for those many Favours You have shown me I could pitch on no other more fit than this my Genius prompted me it was well thought on if Yours give it the like acceptance I am happy for Workes of this Nature I dare affirme have beene acceptable to most men contemn'd by few unlesse it bee those of the more Stoicall disposition whose rigid Fronts cry downe all things but what themselves approve of For this Worke of it selfe I may say thus much without blushing it received the rights of a good Play when it was Acted which were Applauses Commendations whether it merited them or not I leave to your Judgement the Nature of the Worke being History it consists of many parts not walking in one direct path of Comedy or Tragedy but having a larger field to trace which me thinks should yeeld more pleasure to the Reader Novelty and Variety being the only Objects these our Times are taken with the Tragedy may be too dull and solid the Comedy too sharpe and bitter but a well mixt portion of either doubtlesse would make the sweetest harmony But this Worke as it is and my wishes that all defects in it to my desires and your content were supplide I commend to your perusall my selfe it and resting to bee commanded by you in all friendly Offices John Kirke The Actors Names The seven Champions St. George of England Iames of Spaine Anthony of Italy Andrew of Scotland Patrick of Ireland David of Wales Denis of France Tarpax the Divell The Emperour of Trebozand Three Lords Ancetes Almeno Lenon The King of Tartary Ormandine a Magician 2 Lords his friends Argalio an Inchanter Leonides his friend Brandron the Giant King of Macedon Suckabus the Clowne Violeta the Princesse Carintha her maid Three Daughters to Macedon Calib the Witch Three Spirits Three attendants on the Emperour Three Shepheards A priest of Pan Three messengers Two armed Knights Three Ghosts the Father Mother and Sister of Leonides The seven Champions of Christendome ACTUS PRIMUS Thunder and Lightning Enter Calib the Witch Calib Ha lowder a little so that burst was well Agen ha ha house house your heads you fear-stroke mortal fooles when Calibs consort plaies A Huntse-up to her how rarely doth it languell In mine eares these are mine Organs The Toad the Batte the Raven and the fell whisling bird Are all my anthum singing Quiresters Such saplesse rootes and livelesse witherd woods Are pleasanter to me than to behold the jocund Month of May in whose greene head of youth The amorous Flora strowes her various flowers And smiles to see how brave she has deckt her girle But passe we May as game for fangled fooles That dares not set a foote in Arts darke secret And bewitching path as Calib has Here is my mansion within the rugged bowels of this Cave This cragge his Cliffe this denne which to behold Would freeze to Ice the hissing tramels of Medusa Yet here inthron'd I sit more richer in my spels And potent charmes than is the stately mountaine Queene drest with the beauty of her sparkling jems To vie a lustre 'gainst the heavenly Lampes But we are sunke in these Antipades so choakt With darknesse in great Calibs Cave that it can Stifle day it can and shall for we doe loath The light and as our deedes are blacke we hug the night But where 's this boy my George my love my life Whom Calib lately doates on more than life I must not have him wander from my love further than Sommons of my eye or becke can call him back agen But 't is my fiend gotten deformed issue that misleads him For which I le rappe him in a storme of haile and dash him 'Gainst the pavement on the rocky den He must not lead my joy astray from me The Parents of that boy begetting him Begot and boare the issue of their deaths which done The childe I stole thinking alone to triumph in his death And bathe my body in his popular gore But Dove-like nature favoured so the child that Calibs killing Knife fell from her hand and stead of stabs I kist I kist there I lipt boy and since have brought him up Cope mate and fellow with my owne sweete sonne And now the boy desires to know what Calib Hath so long conceal'd from him his parentage Which still I must as I have done put off And cast some pleasing game to file that question Out of his thoughts His heart soares high fame on his temple plaies And Calib feares her death by Autumes day For which my light wing'd spirit of the Aire Grand Tarpax prince of the gristy North What ho Tarpax obey my charmes And with the steele tipt pinions of thy wings Cut through the Clowds and flye unto thy Calib Thunder and Lightning Tarpax descends Tar. No more my Calib see thy Tarpax comes More swifter than the motive of an eye Mounted on wings swift as a thought I flye unto my Mistresse now what wouldst thou Calib Be full resolv'd of feare struck suddain doubts Age makes my spanne of dayes seeme but an inch And snowes like cold December on my heart See how I tremble Tarpax as doth the listning Hart When he heares the feather'd arrowes sing his funeral dirge Tar. Name what afflicts my love Calib But will my Tarpax tell me Tar. Both must and will Calib When must I dye then when must Calibs life Be backe surrenderd by the hands of death Age can no longer to me subsistance give My Taper hath watcht long when will it out Performe no flattering part for to delude me When ha when my Tarpax Tar. Fates keepe unknowne from spirits those last times Of dayes and houres yet can I riddle out a prophesie Which if my Calib well observe and keepe Thy time may farther runne death stay his sleepe Calib Say on sweet Tarpax Tar. Whilst Calib in her powerfull hand Holds fast her powerfull art So long may Calib by her power Command Death hold his Dart But when fond Love by dotage shall Blindfold wise Calibs eyes With that great power she did command The great Inchantresse dies Cal. Ha ha ha and when will that be Tarpax Vanish like smoake my feare come kisse me my Love Thou hast earn'd thy breakefast Chuck here suck thy fill Clowne within Clow. Illo ho ho Illo Tar. What mortall 's that disturbs us Shall I blast him Cal. Hold my Love 't is Suckabus our sonne fall off Tar. The foole nere saw his Father yet Make us acquainted Enter foole bloody Clow. So ho ho Mother Mother Cal. Defend me Tarpax what doth
slighted I could be drunke By priviledge in those dayes and had A stay to leane on now 't is past And who can helpe it 3. That we shall presently know Here comes the Priest of Pan And hee 'le dissolve us 't is all to nothing else Enter Priest Priest Lay by your idle sports and vanities And send up vowes and sad repentant teares These offend and pull downe ruines on us To provoke the gods ready to destroy us 1. What newes Baptisto there Enter Baptisto Bap. Oh sir I cannot speake and tell yee Let me weepe out mine eyes first And then I may chance finde the way too 't Priest Prithee whither out with it Bap. Betimes this morning unfolding my sheepe Some halfe a mile off the Dragons denne For hee 's no night-walker take that by th' way And in the day time I 'le keepe out of 's company 2. Come forward Bap. Comes me a Gentleman all in black armour To inquire of me where was the Dragons lodging I told him where he kept house but wisht him If he would be welcome to bring his stoole with him For he was very churlish and as most Of our great men now a dayes devoure all his neighbours He smil'd and on he rode I followed to see What would follow and into a tree I got me The trampling of his Horse awak't the Monster And forth comes the devill out of his denne The Knight runnes at him with his Launce Pierc't through one of his ugly wings But by fatall chance his Courser stumbl'd And by unfortunate happe threw him betweene The Monsters jawes who in a trice With his large devillish teeth crusht him in pieces All Alas poore Gentleman Bap. He had not hardly breath'd himselfe alittle When suddenly two gallant Knights assaild him Who long held combate with him till the Lyon His devillish deare companion came to helpe him Who presently then sent 'em To accompany their fellows fate All Vnhappy chance Bap. They having done their worke went to their dens To licke their wounds I thinke for want Of better Surgeans I tooke the opportunity And hither stole to relate the newes Loud Musick Priest But soft what Musick 's this surely there are Some great ones abroad and here they come Let 's stand aside awhile Flourish Enter Emperour Ancetes Andrew and Anthony his daughter three other Virgins Bowes Arrows and Quivers by their sides attendants Emp. Ancetes thou hast told us deeds of wonder And but our eyes convince our doubtfull thoughts We could not give beleefe too 't Now their deaths That ran on danger for their Countries good Have ample recompence what power for none But a Celestiall one could arme your hands And give your spirits vigor to o'recome So much of danger Anth. No other sir but our true borne loves To noble actions pitty of others wrong'd And faire renowne are all the spurres Should put on noble spirits to warlike actions And in that to fall or rise with glory Who would not venture this weake peece Of flesh which every Ague beats Nor ever held I life at such a rate But to get fame I dare and will tempt Fate Emp. What a bold spirit he moves with Noble youths we glory that our Countries earth Now beares so much of man upon her Prin. Sir by my fathers leave I doe pronounce Y' are freely welcome not to us alone but to all All faithfull subjects to my Father and their loud joyes Shall speake it one worke of gratitude We owe the gods the other to your valours What remaines but that you blesse our eyes With the true figures of our deare lives preserver Therefore unarme your selves your dangerous combate The heate and dust and the fast closure of Your Armours strictnesse may much impaire your healths Let me prevaile with you And. Bright Lady where necessity implies an act of duty Manly vertue should clap on spurres to hasten piety These goodly parts they were not made alone to serve Our selves but like pure fountaines freely to dispence Our streames to others wants and so faire Lady Vrgent affaires call on our swords and valours To revenge the wrongs of some few Virgins That have long expected our wisht for presence Anth. This I hope may plead in our excuse And no way render us discourteous or unworthy For departing unarmed or else unman'd From this faire presence and so we take our leaves Emp. Make me not so unworthy by your absence To my owne subjects and to forraigne Nations VVho shall read the story of your deeds And my requitall but they will brand me with ingratitude Can you maintaine the good of charity In your owne actions yet tye mine in bonds When she should stretch her silver wings And pay back thanks for so large benefits No take the meed your valours have deserv'd And let us crowne our hopes in that we long Have wisht your faire aspects Nor shall your stay exceed our one nights welcome And then a faire farewell And. Where Majesty and beauty both command In vaine were our resistance Brother your hands And mine shall be imployd to unbuckle yours I 'le quickly ease your shoulders of a burden Omn. Nay wee 'le be helpers all Vnarmes them Emp. You make sure worke sirs Every light justle leaves you not defencelesse And I commend your care in it Anth. He that encounters danger must not thinke His skin of Armour proofe tho but young schollers We have learn'd that discipline Prin. Of goodly presence both and farre exceeds The youths our Countrey breeds in forme and stature Speake my Carintha what judge yee of them Car. Madam so well that had I leave to wed One of these Knights should blesse my Marriage-bed Prin. Then you are indifferent your love is equall Car. In troth it is Prin. So is not mine but thoughts a while conceale What passion might unwisely now reveale Ance. They are both unarm'd Emp. Now worthy Knights mine eye is pleas'd In viewing your faire presence I would gladly know what Countrey owes yee For the place is happy that first gave yee beeing And. Not one my Lord We owe our lives first light to severall Nations An Iland farre remov'd from Grecian shores VVhose lovely waste proud Neptune circles round Her craggy clifts ambitiously threat Heaven And strikes pale terrour to the Mariner VVhen unadvisedly he falls on them The inhabitants proportion'd like our selves Well skill'd in Science and all humane Arts A government of peace and unity For plenty farre exceeding all the Isles Europes vast bounds or wealthy Asia yeelds The name Britannia which includes within it Faire England Wales and Scotland The last of which I fetcht my birth from Thus have you heard at full What I can give you of relation Emp. It pleases us but now sir we must crave The like from you and then to Court we hie To gratulate your welcome Anth. Then know my Lord Italian earth I claime Mother of Arts and Nurse of noble spirits And in that Countrey Rome my place