I lay a charme upon thy head a hell bred slumber close thy sences up there groveling lye and never more arise Guy falls a black inchanted charme close up thine eyes Exit inchanter Enter Oberon King of the Fairies Obe But I will break thy charming Sorceries and he shall wake to be thy overthrow You harmlesse spirits of the flowry Meades Nymphes Satyres Fawnes and all the Fairy train that waits on Oberon the Fairy King attend me quickly with your silver tunes and in a circled Ring le ts compasse round this sleeping Knight that lies upon the ground Enter the Fairies with Musick they Dance about him Oberon strikes Guy with his Wand he awakes and speakes Guy Where art thou Guy what heavenly place is this what ravishing sound of Musick fills mine ear what blessed shadowes do appear to me that am a woful wretched sinful man O pardon me as I am faithful true I never yet meant hurt to none of you Obe We know it well arise fair Knight stand up Guy ariseth thou wert inchanted by a hellish fiend that doth inhabit in this hatefull Tower he casts thee in a deadly charming sleep and but by my means thou shouldest ne're have walkt I am the Fairy King that keeps these Groves for Huon of Burdeaux sake thy Warlike friend the dear loved Minion of the Fairy King will I make Guy of Warwicks name be fear'd for conquest of the Tower of Donather here take this charming Wand I give it thee which is of such great vertue if it touch all the Inchantments in this spacious world they all shall be dissolv'd immediately For proof whereof make tryal against this Tower and in a moment it shall vanish hence Guy Great Fairy King how am I bound to thee that from these dangers hast delivered me I 'le touch this Tower if that dissolve these charmes Warwick is free from all inchanting harmes It Thunders Lightens Enter Sparrow running Spar. Fire Fire Fire Guy How now Sirrah what 's the news with you Spar. Whoop Master are you alive still nay then I care not ifaith but I have been peper'd since I went from you Guy How Sir I pray Spar. When you sent me to seek an entrance into the Castle I thinking it was good sleeping in a whole skin ran and hid my self in a bush I had not lain there long but it began to Thunder and Lighten monstrously and presently the Bush flew a Fire about my Eares that with your favour I came away in a stinking complexity but Master what fine little hop O my Thumbs have you got here Guy Sirrah take heed what you say for these are Fairies Spar. Fairies quotha I care not what they be I 'le have about with them for a bloody Nose I have a better stomack to sight with one of them then with the Gyant agreat deal Unch ye whorson little pigpies you I 'le tickle ye ifaith The Fairies fall about him pulls him down pinches him he cries out O Master help help Guy How now Sirrah what 's the newes with you Spar. I am kil'd master I am kil'd Guy Kil'd knave where art kil'd Spar. In the Buttock in the Buttock Guy VVell Sir rise or I 'le rise ye Spar. Rise quotha yes I 'le rise but I am sure I am dead do you call these Fairies a vengeance on them they have tickled my Collefodiums ifaith but master what is that same little gentlemans name Guy Sir his name is King Oberon Spar. Little Gentleman is your name King Colbron Obe No Sir my name is King Oberon Spar. VVhy then good King Muttonbone learne your little Munkies to pair their Nayles with a pestilence for my posteriors will feel the print of them this fortnight at the least Obe Sir hold your peace and Guy give me thy hand the way I 'le shew thee to the holy land where I will add such glory to thy name that all the world shall speak of Warwicks fame The black Inchanter he is gone to Hell in endlesse torments ever for to dwell Nymphs Satyres Fawnes and all the rest march on before stout Guy and youthful Oberon Exeunt Actus Tertius Enter Time THus swiftly runs the silent houres of Time whilst wordly men secured by their wealth think not on time nor on their soules fair health but those whose well adorned lymbes are made of that pure mettal which shall never fade those that have learned of Angells how to sing and to the world all piety doth bring and fills the world with learning and with art to those doth Time her Golden gifts impart you fair beholders of this honoured story think now that Guy of Warwick he is gone leaving these Fairies and King Oberon and now to fair Jerusalem takes his way where hearing of the Wars the Pagans make against that City and that holy Land he now prepares himself by force of Armes to save Judea from insuing harmes long stories are not told in little time much matter in small room we must combyne wee 'l curt all nothing yet make something short because we would shun tediousnesse of sport if it be long say length is all the fault if it be lame say old men needs must halt Enter Sultan Shamurath Soldan of Babylon with Zorastes Sult Thus Sultan Shamurath as Earthly God of Kings have marcht along with all their VVarlike Troopes Ten Thousand Gallies ships and brigandines lye dancing on the Adratique Sea ready to be commanded when we please to bear this Captive King of fair Jerusalem to our Triumphant City Babylon but say Zorastes how shall we employ our VVarlike Forces ' gainst these Christians Most dread and mighty Emperour of the East whose puissant and warlike Force commands even from the orient to the sonnes decline suffer not thus these hated Christians to inmure themselves in walls of stone and brasse whilst Sultan Shamurath with all his Lords attends a day of battle with their swords Great King of Babell now be rul'd by me and let Zorastes counsel now prevail I 'le raise up heaps of damned spirits from hell that shall make way unto my bold attempt Legions of Divels attend my dreadful Charmes ready to be commanded when I please then mighty Soldan make no more delay my art shall make the Conquerour this day Sultan Thankes stout Zorastes great Magician thanks but first le ts summon them unto a parley perhaps they 'l yield their City to our hands knowing our force to be invincible and they not able to withstand our power Trumpet or Drum summon a parley there A parley sounded Enter the King of Jerusalem upon the walls King What craves Thasirian Emperour at our hands Sultan Homage and fealty as thy Soveraigne Lord of all these spacious bounds of Christendome know petty King of fair Jerusalem I am the mighty Sultan Shamurath that rules the tripple City Babylon and all the Kingdomes of the Eastern world only this little part of Asia holds out against us and derides our faith scorning our
love the Monarch of the world Guy The Monarch of black Hell should I not scorn the love of Belzebub Leviathan Sultan stamps Nay Sir I 'le make you tear your Mahomet and stamp and stare Enter Sparrow with a Pagan in a Halter Spar. I and swear too ifaith afore I have done with him O Master you think I can do nothing I have catchta Pogon Guy How sir I pray Spar. Why Master after the valliantest manner that could be for I found him asleep and having a Halter in my pocket put it about his Neck instead of a falling band Guy But what will you do with him now Spar. Marry Master first and come fordermost I 'le hang him two houres by the Clock then I 'le cut off his head because he shall not call me knave for my labour and when I have done so I 'le let him go his way nay ye whorson Pogon I 'le tickle ye that 's flat The Pogan takes the Halter from his own Neck and put 's it about Sparrows neck and runs away O Master the Pogon has given me two slips for a Tester but I 'le after him if I catch him again I 'le give him a Cawd east in 's Chaps that 's two turns and a wry mouth and then he may drink to his friends all the day after Exit Sparrow Guy Since that your Majesty hath back delivered this Sultan Shamurath into my hands know the ransome I will set on him shall please our God and all good Christians O blessed Emperour think upon the Crosse which is the true badg of our sweet Saviour Christ by whose great help we have got Victory Then to enlarge the Fame of Christendome and our great makers ever glorious name Thou Sultan Shamurath with all thy Hoast shall leave your faith and become Christians do this from any ransome thou art free and all thy people set at liberty Sult We yield consent victorious Conqueror the God you serve is great Omnipotent ruling the day of battle as he please making one hundred kill ten thousand men such were the odds of our Battallions therefore for Guy of Warwicks sake wee 'l trust in Christ and Mahound clean forsake King Then fit we honour'd to the Marble Tomb where you shall have received your Christendome you and your Lords shall take a Solemne Oath that all your Empery shall do the like come on brave Guy for by thy hand is done this Everlasting fame to Christendome Exeunt King and Sultan Guy Go on great Kings I 'le follow presently and now since all those wars are at an end and that my heavenly Maker hath vouchsaft to give me victory against his foes in lowly Pilgrimage I vow to come and visit my dear Saviours blessed Tomb there for an everlasting memory I 'le offer up my sword and furniture and here I make a vow in sight of Heaven that henceforth I 'le never bear Armes again but spend the residue of my sinful Life in zealous Prayers and repentant Tears for all the follies of my wretchlesse youth Now glorious God with thy Auspicious eye smile on this happy work that 's thus began to enlarge the fame of blessed Christendome Exit Actus Quartus Enter Time THus Time that in his ceaslesse motion controuls the hearts of Kings and Emperours hath now converted Sultan Shamurath to tread the path of perfect Christendome and now with Bishops Priests and Patriarks they are returned back to Babylon to Christen all that Heathen Nation think this is done and now again suppose that Guy of Warwick after he had seen his Saviours Tomb and there had offered up as Monuments of lasting Memory his sword his shield and Warlike Furniture he there vow'd never to bear Armes again and now towards England is returning back Imagine that Sir Raynborn his fair son is grown a man and hearing of the deeds of his great Father leaveth all his Friends to seek him out in Forrain Nations Think this is done and now again suppose that Guy of Warwick now is waxen old and at the length of many a weary step he comes to England where perforce alas he must oppose his weak decayed limbs against the vigor of a Gyants strength for now the Danes in absence of this Lord have set their feet so far on Englands ground that they had almost conquered all the Land and to a forced Parley drives the King how they conclude and by what means agree Time shall make known to you immediately Exit Time Enter Swanus King of Denmark with him Colbron Then Athelstone King of England with him Herod Athelstone Swanus of Denmark since to this Enter-view by thee appointed we here both are met Speake what canst thou demand from Englands Crown Swanus Thy Crown and Kingdome is by conquest won yet if thou canst provide a Champion that dares encounter mighty Colbron here if he that Fights for thee do win the day all Title to thy Crown wee 'l lay away but if that Colbron gets the day in field the English power to the Danes shall yield and then thy homage and thy Princely Crown will Swanus bear to Denmark as his own Athelst I force perforce must yield to thy demand But had I Guy of Warwick thou shouldst know thy Gyants force he soon would overthrow Colbron I tell thee King no weak-bred arm of thine can shed one drop of mighty Colbrons blood whilst I have power or any strength to stand or grasp this Truncheon in my Warlike hand for in my Fury I will take my Foe and fling him higher then the Moons bright sphear then bandying back the Foot-ball of my rage cast him down headlong to the Neighbouring Seas King No more no more to morrow is the day Swanus When Might or Right shall bear the Crown away Exeunt Enter Guy being Old Guy Thus one and Twenty Winters have I been a very stranger to my home-bred soyle and never set my Feet on English ground in Foraign Countries have I eat my bread and now bring Winter on my Snow white-head which of my Friends that meets me by the way will once imagine that I am Sir Guy that vanquisht Knights and made stout Monsters die O no not one will once remember me beauty and youth so little lasting be What place is this wherein I am Arrived I know it well 't is call'd fair Winchester whereas King Athelstone doth keep his Court the nights far spent and my age withered limbs are weak and weary with long travelling here will I sit and rest my self a while He sleepeth and with sweet sleep my wanward thoughts beguile Enter Athelstone with Guy disguis'd Lord. What means your Majesty thus carelesly to walk abroad without your wonted Guard Athelst I 'le have no Guard unlesse thy self with me for know this Night as I lay in my bed a blessed Angel bright and Christaline in golden slumber did appear to me bidding me walk out of my Castle Gate and the first man that I should
beloved Phillis lives or no. Athelst I can assure thee that thy Phillis lives but her old Father Rohon he is dead Sir Rainborn thy couragious hearted Son Guy weeps hath been these two years for to seek thee out why weepst thou Guy Guy I weep for joy to hear this happy news hath Guy of Warwick then a Kingly Son and is fair Phillis still in perfect health Athelst She is good Guy and I 'le send speedy post to Warwick Castle for to fetch her hither Guy O I beseech your grace to give me leave an end of this my Pilgrimage to make for when I took my way Palestine I made a vow for seven and twenty years to keep my self unknown from all my Friends full one and twenty are expired and gone six more being past I from my vow am free and then to all my friends disclos'd I 'le be Athelst I must consent since thou will have it so but at the six years end I 'le come to thee and with me I will bring so rich a Train as shall in state bring Warwick home again till then I leave thee to thy sweet content willing my life for thy good be spent Exit King Guy Farewel my Liege Farewel my Soveraigne and now poor Guy since thou art left alone think on thy Makers mighty love to thee who in thy youth did make thee fear'd of all and by thine age hath wrought a monstrous fall he hath preserv'd thy true and faithful Wife whom thou didst love more dearer then thy Life to her I 'le go as fast as I can hye but shee 'l not think that VVarwick is so nigh ah Phillis now thy Lord is waxen old who when thou sawest him last was stout and bold yet as I am I 'le sek my Phillis Face if he that made me gives me Life and space I 'le tell her tydings of mine own estate and fetch my food at my own Castle Gate And for six yeaâ—s which I alone must lead Phillis must feed her unknown Lord with bread Exit Actus Quintus Enter Time THus Guy to Warwick Castle now is gone where hearing of the Almes fair Phillis gives to Palmers that do daily passe that way he thither goes and at her hand receives his daily food and being unknown he tells her tidings of his own estate and in a forrest not far from the place a mile distant called Arden wood with his own hands he builds himself a Cave What followes now of Rainborn his fair Son Sir Herodes meeting and of their return and what to Guy of Warwick doth befall sit pleas'd a while and Time shall shew you all Exit Time Enter Guy Solus Guy Now am I come in sight of my fair Home that 's cal'd Guye's Crosse for that I did erect before I went to fair Jerusalem here was I wont to sit and view my Land and eke my Castle that on Tiptoes stand to overpeer this part of Warwick shire Enter two Palmers 1 Palmer Come hither le ts a little mend our pace for we are near to Warwick Castle now where I have heard of late fair Phillis dwells who gives Almes to all that passe that way 2 Pal. Good brother le ts go thither presently but stay methinks here sits an Aged man le ts ask him if hee 'l go along with us 1 Pal. With all my heart all happinesse attend you Aged Father Guy The like I wish to you good gentle Friends 1 Pal. May we intreat you go along with us to Warwick Castle where fair Phillis dwells who giveth Almes to all such as we are Guy With all my heart I 'le go along with you Enter Phillis and a Servant with Bread and Wine 1 Pal. See where she comes out of her Castle Gate Both Palmers kneel and pray Heaven blesse fair Phillis for this deed and send Sir Guy of VVarwick home with speed Phillis Amen Amen come give them a reward there 's Bread and Wine eat and refresh your selves and there 's some Money to relieve your wants and pray for Guy of VVarwick and his Friends But wherefore stands this Aged man so sad What art thou Father Guy A poor distressed Pilgrime gentle Lady Phill. More welcome art thou unto Warwicks Wife for in a Pilgrims weed my Lord is gone even to the furthest part of Christendome But tell me Father hast thou travel'd far Guy Lady I have and seen my Saviours blessed Sepulchre Phillis In all thy travels didst thou never hear of Guy of VVarwick and his Warlike Deeds Guy I have both heard and been with him even at the siege of fair Jerusalem where he perform'd such deeds of Chivalry that by his means the City was preserv'd and Sultan Shamurath with all his Hoast was overcome and holy vanquished Phillis Let me embrace thee in my tender Armes and kisse thy Aged Cheek for until now of my dear Lord I never heard so much reach me a stool I prethee Father sit Guy Here on the ground I 'le sit t is earth and dust from it I had my Birth to it I must Phillis Give me some Bread I prethee Father Eat Guy Give me Brown Bread for that 's a Pilgrimes Meat Phillis Reach me some Wine good Father tast of this Guy Give me cold Water that my comfort is I tell ye Lady your great Lord and I have thought our selves as happy as a King to drink the water of a Christal spring Phillis O do not break my sorrow beaten heart with sharp remembrance of his miseries that is more dear to me then all the world but gentle Father for this happy newes which thou hast told me of my beloved Lord if in my Castle thou wilt stay with me for VVarwicks sake I will make much of thee Guy I thank you Lady but I cannot stay my hast in Pilgrimage calls me away therefore in duty here I take my leave Phillis O stay a while and do not go so soon for I am loth to leave thy company this poor reward of Phillis shalt thou take which I do give thee for my Warwicks sake so fare thee well whatsoe're the cause should be my heart is full of grief to part with thee Exit Phillis and her Servant Guy And mine of sorrow and deep misery 1 Pal. Come Father will you along with us Guy Go on good friends I follow presently Ex. Palmers as fast as weakned age will give me leave And now poor Guy fall prostrate on thy knees and thank the God that gave thee such a Wife Phillis when thou art dead and laid in grave few such true Women will fair England have Now will I hye me unto Arden wood there in a Rock of stone I 'le build a Cave and of my Phillis fair whom I love best I 'le fetch my daily Food and thus in rest till full fix years be brought unto an end unknown to any I my life will spend Exit Guy Enter Rainborne Solus Rain Now that the poasting Charet of the Sonne hath tired
THE Tragical History Admirable Atchievments and various events OF GUY EARL OF WARWICK A TRAGEDY Acted very Frequently with great Applause By his late MAJESTIES Servants Written by B.J. Carâ—iere vel noli nostra vel ede tua Mart Epig. First Edition LONDON Printed for Thomas Vere and William Gilbertson without Newgate 1661. THE Tragical History OF GUY EARLE of WARWICK Actus Primus Enter Time TIME that is past the Muses now recalls forcing my fleeting presence to retire and pitch my feet upon the English shore I had almost drown'd in black oblivion an honour'd History of an English Knight as Famous once for deeds of Chivalry as any of the Worthies of the world Renowned Sir Guy of Warwick whose great Name makes England famous in all after times for nursing up so brave a Martiallist Time now renues his fortines to the world and layes them open to your Gentle Views think then with apprehensive eyes yo see this warlike Lord boldly attempt to fight with that fell sauage Bore of Calledon that spoiles the fields and murders passengers him hath his sword subdu'd and now again he combates with that huge and monstrous beast call'd the wild Cow of Dunsmore Heath all for the love of Phillis he performs for Phillis love old Rohons only Child what will not Guy of Warwick dare to do and having done those things that she enjoyn'd he reaps the harvest of her happy love and at the length enjoyes her for his wife To grace this bridal feast imagine then King Athelstone hath left fair Winchester and here in Warwick Castle keeps his Court VVhat follows now of Guy and his fair Deeds sit and behold the story now proceeds Exit Time Enter King Athelstone Guy Phillis Rohon Herod with others King Brave Guy of Warwick honourable Earl thus long in love and favour to thy self King Athelstone hath left fair Winchester to frolick here with thee and thy fair Bride Phillis the comfort of old Rohons Age thus long to you we have been troublesome and used your Parkes and Pastures as our own but now wee 'l leave these parts of Warwickshire and back again return to Winchester Guy These Kingly favours that your grace hath shown in honouring me a worthlesse Subject thus hath plum'd my thoughts with Eagle-flighted wings and beares my mounting minde as high as Heaven till I have done some deeds of Chivalry Worthy the love of your Dread Majesty Guy Which I l'e perform with treble diligence and at your yearly Feast of Pentecost will Guy of Warwick send a hundred Knights suddue'd and conquer'd by these Warlike Armes to do their Homage to King Athelstone lowly upon their knees at Winohester King We thank thee Guy but will not have it so live with thy love thy sword hath won thee Fame and all the world doth speak of Warwicks Name Herod The conquests that by thee hath been Atchiev'd makes men amaz'd and warlike Knights affraid to come in danger of thy Conquering Sword Lord. Thy manly deeds are Graven in each mans breast and thy large fame is spread from East to West Rohon Live then in peace my fair high-hearted Sonne since all men muse to think what thou hast done the Calledonian savage Bore is dead and by thy hand the wild Cow slaughtred that kept such Revels upon Dunsmore Heath and many adventures hast thou past beside to make my Daughter Phillis thy fair Bride she now is thine and all that I possesse is Guy of Warwicks so hee 'l stay with us Phillis Intends my honoured Lord to leave us then speak gentle love my heart is full of fear O seek not danger that is every where King Content thee Phillis for he shall not go thy love intreats but we command him so And now Earl Rohon reach the King thy hand Old man we thank thee and we take our leave Farewell Sir Guy fair Phillis now adieu all earthly comfort still attend on you Exit King Guy Bright Angels still protect your Majesty Father conduct the King a little on his way Exit Rohon and Herod Sir Herod attend them Phillis here and I must yet confer wee 'l follow presently Phillis What means my honour'd Lord to stay behind when every one attends his Soveraign why dost thou look so sad and stand so mute all looking downwards with thy care-craz'd head speak gentle love if griefe thy mind oppresse Phillis will never leave thee comfortlesse Guy Ah Phillis Phillis Sweet what hath Phillis done that thy great heart should grieve to think upon Guy Nothing O nothing and I now to thee neither the fear of death the losse of friends nor any thing this mortal life can yield doth trouble me or once molest my mind Phill. What then disturbs thy high heroick Thoughts Guy That I must leave my Phillis whom I love O be not sad dear soul but hear me speak for what I say must stand irrevocable Seven years to win thy love this Sword of mine hath beat down Monsters and subdued strong Knights seven years to win thy love this breast of mine hath bin oppos'd even against the face of death But for my God who gave me power and strength to doe these wonders in the sight of man hath Guy of Warwicke yet no service done the thought of which torments my inward soul and breaks my heart untill I have redeem'd my great neglect of service to my God For which to him alone I have made a Vow never to lie by my fair Phillis side to eat to drink nor rest long in one place till I have seen my Saviours Sepulchre within the Walls of fair Jerusalem and with my Sword for my Redeemers sake beat back those misbelieving Saracens that seek the Ruine of that holy place making them leave deluding Mahomet and trust upon the blessed Name of Christ All this hath Warwicke sworn to undertake or loose his Life for his Redeemers sake Phill. Sweet Lord Guy O do not bid me stay and ask me what thou wilt I must away Phill. See the rich burthen of my youthful womb the hopeful issue of thy happy love let that yet move thee dear Lord do not go lest both of us do pine with grief and woe Guy Weep not sweet love for tears will not avail but when the time comes thou art brought on bed and of thy child art safe delivered Give it to Herod if it be a a son with it deliver him this Ring of Gold tell him that I intreat him from my heart that he will see my Infant well brought up bid him be kind to him as I have been in all Adventures dangerous to him Now give me my Palmers Gown my Hat and Staff these must I wear fly hence all worldly pomp thus for my Saviour and Redeemer's sake these blessed Weeds of Pilgrimage I take Phill. My hearts so sad I know not what to say God grant thy Grave be not that Gown of gray My much misdoubting heart sayes I shall see my high loved Lord laid
Lawes of holy Mahomet but by his blessed Alcaron I swear I 'le ne're depart nor draw my Army hence till in the Temples of Jerusalem both Mahomet Asteroth and Termagaunt those holy Gods that Governs Babylon be set for you stout Christians to adore which ye shall do or all of you shall die and basely at our foot like Vassals lie King Proud and Presumptuous Tyrant as thou art we fear no bug-bear threats of Tyranny nor all the multitudes thou canst command we guard and keep the blessed Sepulchre of our deare Saviour and Redeemer Christ within the walls of fair Jerusalem though on a suddain with your heathen Troops you have begirt us with a fearful siege yet know proud Syrian that fair Zions hill King Solomon's Temple and the marble Tomb which we adore with awfull reverence can raise a hundred thousand Christians and proudly beat you back to Babylon Sultan Thou will not then surrender us thy Town King Not whilst one man survives to lift a sword attempt the worst you can to save or kill we are prepar'd even against the worst of ill Exit King Sult Why then at all march forward warlike Lords wee 'l parley now with Pole-axe Bills and Swords darraigne our battles and begin the Fight and Mahound still direct my course Aright Exeunt Omnes Enter Guy of Warwick Solus Guy Thus through the help of my dear Saviour Christ whose out-strecht arm hath still preserved me I am escap't from Sultan Shamurath and all his Hoast of cursed Saracens now I am come where I may fix mine eyes safely upon King David's City walls Is this Judeas pride fair Zions hill Sanctum sanctorum and the house of Heaven the place where my dear Saviour lost his Life O how it grieves me to behold thy walls hem'd in with Dogs and cursed Saracens that seek to rob thee of thy beauty quite and turn thy joyful day to mourning night But heaven assisting me I will prevent their damned purposes and make them repent their journey taken ' gainst Judeas good or in that fair adventure spend my blood Enter Sparrow crying Spar. Tarry tarry tarry hold hold hold Guy Why how now sirrah what 's the news with you Spar. O Master are you there I have done such an exploit as you never heard of in your life Guy What 's that Sir Spar. Nay I am sure it passes your Capacity but I 'le tell you though for it was a valiant piece of service when I saw you got in amongst the Pogons I thought some body had hired you to break heads by the dozen for you never hit any of them but they shak't their heels as though they had the Palsey I seeing you so hard at work thought it not best to trouble ye but after the old manner ran and hid my self in a bush Guy O Cowardly slave was this your Valiant piece of service Spar. O Master you doe not hear half yet I lay so long till you were gone and looking out of the bush I could see all the Pogons laid fast asleep then went I sneaking and stole away their Snapsacks with all their Victuals I got up to the top of a Hill and eat it up every bit when I had done I began to hollow the Pogans missing their provant came running after me but I made one pair of Leggs worth two pair of Hands and out-run them all ifaith Guy I thought what hot service you doe alwaies but peace here comes the King of fair Jerusalem Enter the King of Jerusalem King I am a wretched King the more my wo Kings are sometimes distrest and I am so but if thou be that warlike Conquerour that through the Pagan hoast hath cut thy way I do beseech thee even with woful tears to save Judea Sion Palestine from base attempt of heathen servitude Spar. If it be O scurvy if it be why I 'le tell you Goodman King t was I and my master tickled 'um ifaith Guy True Sir you and your Master and I pray what did you Spar. Why Master when you had kil'd them I came and cut off their Heads King Where wert thou born or what 's thy Countries name brave Christian Knight may I be bold to ask Guy My Native Countrey is fair England cal'd my name Sir Guy of Warwick hither come of holy zeal to see my Saviours Tomb but seeing it hem'd round about with foes I cut a passage with my Warlike sword meaning to rescue it or lose my Life King Heaven prosper thy attempt lead on Fair Knight God and good Angels still protect our Right Guy God and Saint George in Warwicks quarrel Fight Exit Omnes Alarum Enter Sultan Zorastes from the Fight Sultan O speak Zorastes what Divel or Man is that which in his Fury confounds such heaps of men Zorast My Lord I cannot tell but this I know neither Turk nor Saracen can withstand his blow our Souldiers fly like chaff before the Wind and none can stand against his Conquering sword Sultan Canst thou not tell me what he is nor by thy Magick charmes confound the slave Zorast I can do both as you shall streight behold Bellemoth Asteroth Ascend Spirit Quid me uis Zorast I charge thee tell me truly who it is that in his rage confounds and spoiles our men Spirit 'T is Guy of Warwick that is hither come of holy zeal to see his Saviour Tomb. Zorast But never shall he see that Marble Grave go Bellemoth and in a fierce flame hoyse him aloft into the vacant Air and throw him headlong into the Neighbouring Seas Spirit Abeo Zorast No we fight my Lord for victory is your's Sultan Why then Zorastes once more to the Fight and Mahomet direct my course Aright Exeunt Omnes Alarum Excursions Enter Sultan and Zorastes flying Guy and they Eight Zorastes Escapeth Guy taketh Sultan Prisoner Then Enter the King of Jerusalem King Command these brawling Drums to cease their noise whilst I salute our Warlike Conquerour renown'd Sir Guy of Warwick whose great name extolls fair England with a glorious fame fit in our Throne victorious Englishman our Crown and Scepter shall be all as free to Guy of Warwick as it is to me Guy Far be it from the thought of Englishman to usurp the seat of fair Jerusalem but for those favours you have grac't me with here I resigne unto your princely hands Great Sultan Shamurath King of babylon King Victorious Knight both in thy words and deeds this proud presumptuous King of Babylon which thou surrend rest here as prisoner I freely do deliver back to thee to ransome or dispose as thou thinkst best Sultan Let me be ransom'd mighty Christian Knight and I will back surrender to thy hands all those Townes and Castles I have won Joppa Samaria and Rich Nazareth with fifty Thousand bars of silver plate to ransome home great Sultan Shamurath Guy I scorn thy league and love proud heathen King I 'le make thee now my Vassals underling Sultan Scornst thou to
low in misery Guy Do not presage dear love but here me speak I charge thee on that love thou bearst to me never to reveal to Father Friend no nor the King himself what I intend nor whither I am gone until a month be past and I hence free for pursuit of my Friends will follow me Do this and Phillis love will brightly shine and Guy return with joy from Palestine Phillis I must I will even do what you please your will shall be fulfilled yet ere you go this pledge of my true love I will bestow upon thy Hand I put my marriage Ring If ere I see the same and thou not by Phillis will grieving weep and weeping die Guy I take thy pledge of love and in exchange give this true loves kisse and here Vow nothing but death shall make me leave this Ring Time calls me hence fair Phillis now farewell with thee let all Heavens joys for ever dwell Exeunt Enter Old Philip Sparrow his son the Clown Old Dost thou hear me soon zoon Clow. Never talk Father never talk for Youth will have his swindge if it be in a Halter and I being a young Man and a Scholar will go travel to try the fruits of my Learning Old But whither wilt thou go soon ha Clow. Faith Father Romo Romulus even to Rome Morter morteribus with a Morter on my Head But Father I le come upon ye with a Verse Prapria que maribones tribiunter mascula dogstones Old What 's that zoon ha Clow. That is you must give me Forty pounds and I must go seek my fortune Old Nay I hil hold thee vorty of my teeth on that the whorson knave and he 'd tarry at home he might be Clark of our Parish so he might he has his writing and reading Tongue as perfect as eating porredge so he has and sides all that he spowts Latin as vast as a Mill grinds sault but che know the eause why thou dst so vain be jogging Clow. Why Father Old Nay I hill tell thee with a witnesse 't is comported all about our Parish that thou hast got our Neighbour Sparlings Daughter with Barne Clow. How comes the old Fox to know this trow well I must set a good face on the matter or all 's mar'd Who I get her with Child Father why I take to witnesse the back-side of our Barn-door I never kist her but twice in all my life Old That thou shalt see come hither Parnell Enter Parnell Par. O Mr. Sparrow I little thought you would have us'd me thus Clow. Why Parnell how have I us'd you If there be ever a one in the Parish can use you better let him take you and the Child too for me Par. But Mr. Sparrow you are not so good as your promise Clow. Nay Parnell never talk of that for I have been better to you then my promise Old How Knave hast thou been better to her then thy promise ha Clow. Why Father if you 'l not bite off my Nose I le tell ye I promised her to go home and eat a sowre Milk Posset and if I have got her with child 't is more then my promise and she 's beholding to me for my labour Old I sirrah but you must marry her and make her amends Clow. How like an old fool you talk Father why she had more need make me amends for I have made her look pritty and plump and she has made me look like a shotten Herring But Father take your blessing from me for I must needs be walking Hony sops queen Maries pence Tears parts at going hence Ego volo Domine tu Sparrow will come with joy to you Old Gods malediction go with thee good soon Ah wees me wees me Par. Farewel good Mr. Sparrow Exeunt Old Man Parnel Clow. Nay do not cry good Father do not weep sweet Parnel but even farewel and be hang'd that 's twice God bo'ye I made as though I had been sorry but I could not weep and if I should ha been hang'd but now will I go serve the bravest Man in all the world his Name is Sir Guy of Warwick they say he 's going to Jerusalem and Jerico but if he goes to the Divel I 'le go with him that 's flat and if Parnel be brought to bed before I come again some honest Fellow do so much as pay for the Nursing of the Child and I le do as much for him another time Exit Actus Secundus Enter Time DEvotion and Divine Atchievments cause Great Guy of Warwick to neglect all Lawes Of Nuptial League he leaves his pregnant VVife Countrey and Kindred for a holy Life But in his progresse makes himself a prize To multitudes of matchlesse miseries By which it may be justly understood He is not truly great that is not good In Holy Lands abroad his spirits roame And not in Deanes and Chapters lands at home His sacred fury menaceth that Nation VVhich hath Indea under Sequestration He doth not strike at Surplices and Tippits To bring an Oleo in of Sects in Sippits But deales his warlike and dead-doing blowes Against his Saviours and his Soveraigns foes That Coat of Armour fears no change of weather Where sanctity and souldier go together So doth our Champion march up to the fight Sit silent pray Time will bring all to light Exit Enter Guy and Sparrow Guy What Sirrah Sparrow Spar. Anon anon Sir Guy What are you turn'd Tapster since you came out of England Spar. Tapster quotha I shall never be so good a man while I live for I had rather see a Tapster then a King I like your long Journeys at Sea wel but for one thing Guy What 's that I pray Spar. O Master here 's no Alehouses by the way a man cannot get a Can of Beer for any Money but Master why did you give that great Castle you got from the Gyant to that pueling harlotry in the silk Gown Guy Why Sir she was a Lady of great birth Spar. A Ladle of great birch why and she had been a ladle of holly I would not have given 't her I trow you had bin better a given it me by half Guy What wouldest thou have done with it Spar. I would have wrapt it in a Letter and sent it into Warwickeshire for a token but Master good sweet Master lend me your Sword Enter an Hermit Guy What wilt thou do with it Spar. Here comes an Old man I le kill him Guy Ye cowardly Rogue wilt thou kill a Hermit Spar. An Emmot quotha 't is one of the fowlest great Emmots that ever I saw Guy God blesse thee Father and send thee happinesse on Earth and Heaven when thou diest Spar. And the Gallowes when a dyes what should he do with Heaven Her O what art thou that speakest of God or Heaven full forty Winters have I lived here and never heard the Name of God till now but in my prayers and my orisons Spar. A sawcy old Knave I