these warres be done Ye haue the price I my content haue wonne CHAR. Honour hath taught the Palatine to speake EVST. Since what we both desire one can but haue Take charge of her Let me receiue the charge Of a great Army and commanding power Before I marry I must winne my Dower CHAR. So say I too and Out-law life adiew TANC. And welcome loue which I must keepe for you Their Drummes shall scold mine shall haue time to cease And whilst they warre with her I 'le make my peace Are you content sweete Lady BELL. I must do That which amongst you all best pleaseth you I am a prisoner prisoners must obey You say I shall and I must not say nay CHAR. Do so sweete loue EVST. Till these warres ended be I prethee sweete loue keepe thy heart to me TAN. Come Captaine we bequeath you to your charge To march with speed towards the holy warres This Lady as our life we will esteeme And place her in the honour of a Queene Exeunt Enter ROBERT of Normandy GODFREY of Buloigne and GVY of Lessingham with Drumme and Souldiers GODF. What art thou with thy brow confrontest mee GVY. One that thinkes scorne to giue least place to thee GODF. Thou know'st mee not to set my name so light GVY. I reck thee not my frowne thou canst not fright Wee are no babe or if we were yet know Thy proud face cannot like a Bug-beare show GODF. Thou hast strucke fire vpon a flinty spirit Think'st thou because thou lead'st the French Kings troupes And art Commander of a few bold French That we will yeeld the vpper hand to thee I let thee know thou hast dishonoured mee GVY. I let thee know thou hast done as much by me Think'st thou thou canst outface me proud man no Know I esteeme thee as too weake a foe GODF. Now by my Knight-hood I 'le reuenge this wrong And for that word thy heart shall curse thy tongue ROB. What meane these hasty Princes thus to iarre And bend their swords against their mutuall breasts Whose edge were sharpned for their enemies crests GODF. He shall not march before me GVY. But I will GODF. Zounds but thou shalt not by this blessed day I 'le pitch thee like a barre out of my way GVY. Thy armes want strength thou canst not tosse me so GODF. No can they not by heauen I 'le try a throw ROB. Princes I charge you by the honoured zeale And loue to him for whom ye come to fight To cease this enuy and abortiue iarre The fields are broad enough for both to march And neither haue the vantage of the ground GVY. Robert mine arme shall act a wondrous thing I 'le hurle him like a stone out of a sling Not haue the way I 'le fling thee on the earth And then march ouer thee with all my Troupes GODF. Robert of Normandy by all the honour Thou hop'st t' atchiue thee in these holy warres Stand from betwixt vs let 's but try one fall I 'le cast his corke-like trunkè by wondrous skill As Hercules threw Lycas from an Hill ROB. For Gods sake and our Sauiours in whose booke Yee now are entred as his souldiers prest In whose Campe Royall if yee mutiny Yee are found guilty by his martiall Law And worthy death I charge you Princes both T' abandon this iniurious enmity Stand you betwixt the Souldiers lest this sting Of blinde seditions raigne in this our Army And feed vpon our bodies like a plague Princes I charge you by your Sauiours bloud Shed for your sinnes yee shed none at this time GODF. Well let him march before I will resigne Robert preuailes French-man the right is thine GVY. I will not march first but in courtesie I will resigne that honoured place to thee But what a King should say I should not do With violent rage that would I runne into Go on by heauen you shall I yeeld it you By heauen you shall the place I freely grant Friendship can more with me then rude constraint GOD. Thy honoured loue with honour I returne What thou would'st giue me I resigne thee backe This kinde reply to me stands like a charme Then royally let 's march on arme in arme ROB. Such iust proportion Princes still should keepe Braue Lord of Bulloigne ioyne your Troupes with ours That are by birth approued Englishmen And Lord of France that vnder your conduct Haue ready arm'd ten thousand fighting men To fight with vs for faire Ierusalem Distrest by mis-beleeuing Infidels Let vs vnite a friendly Christian league We haue entred valiant Lords vpon our way Euen to the midst of fertile Lumbardy By writers term'd the Garden of the world Halfe of our way we haue ouercome already Then let vs here in campe vpon these Downes But stay what threatning voyce of warfare sounds Enter after a Trumpet EVSTACE GODF. Had not yong Eustace in the seas bene drown'd I should haue said he treads vpon this ground And but none scap'd the dangerous seas saue I This French-man I should thinke my brother Guy EVST. Princes my Maister County Palatine Wondring what bold foote durst presume to tread Vpon his Confines without asking leaue Sends me to know the cause of your arriue Or why the arm'd hoofes of your fiery steeds Dare wound the fore-head of his peacefull Land DODF. Dare sends thy Lord in that ambitious key GVY. Or hath the pride of thy refined tongue Guilded thy message with these words of scorne ROB. Add'st thou vnto thy message Knight or no EVST. The naked tenour of my Maisters minde Thus I infold rash saucy insolent That by audacious boldnesse haue not fear'd To breake into my Soueraignes royall pale I charge you to returne the way you came And step by step tell euery tedious stride That you haue measured rashly in his Land Or by the honour of his name he sweares To chace you from the margent of his Coast With an vnnumbred Army and huge Hoast GODF. March backe againe Oh scandall to our names Haue we deseru'd to be so censur'd on Though not one man vpon my part would stand Alone I 'le pierce the bowels of his Land GVY. Basely retire and thirty thousand strong Were the whole worlds power ambusht in our way Yet would we on Returne dishonourably Forward I l'e march though euery step I tread Plunge me in bloud thus high aboue my head ROB. Princes haue patience let me answere him Knight I condemne not thee for speaking boldly The proud defiance that thy Maister sends But mildly we returne our pleasures thus We do confesse it was some ouer-sight To march so farre without some notice giuen Vnto the Lord and Prince that owes the Land And we could wish that we had crau'd his leaue But since 't is thus that we haue march'd thus farre And basely to retire is infamous If not with leaue wee forward meane to go Despight of King or Emp'rour shall say no EVST, I will informe the Prince my Soueraigne so Exit
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
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