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A05801	The valiant VVelshman, or The true chronicle history of the life and valiant deedes of Caradoc the Great, King of Cambria, now called Wales As it hath beene sundry times acted by the Prince of Wales his seruants. Written by R.A. Gent.; Valiant Welshman.	R. A., Gent.; Armin, Robert, fl. 1610, attributed name.; Anton, Robert, b. 1584 or 5, attributed name.; Aylett, Robert, 1583-1655?, attributed name.	1615 (1615)	STC 16; ESTC S104360	35,542	72

darkely cleare Lend me thy face good Ianus let mee looke Iust on Times fashion with a double face And clad my purpose in a Foxes case Exit ACTVS 2. SCENA 1. Sound Musicke Enter Octauian Caradoc Guiniuer Gloster Cornewall and Codigune vnto the Banket Octa. Sit Princes and let each man as befits This solemne Festiuall tune his sullen senses To merry Carols and delightsome thoughts Comicke inuentions and such pleasant straines As may decypher time to be well pleased All things distinguisht are into their times And Iouiall howres vnfit for graue designes A health vnto the Bride and Bridegroome Lords Let it goe round They drinke round Octa. How fares our princely Daughter Me thinks your looks are too composde for such a holiday Gui. Oh my good Lord to put your Highnes out of your suspect Which your weak argument draws frō my looks T is true that heathen Sages haue affirmed That Natures Tablet fixt within our looke Giues scope to reade our hearts as in a booke Yet this affirmative not alwayes holds For sometimes as the vrine that foretels The constitution of each temperature It falsely wrongs the iudgement makes our wit Turne Mountybanke in falsely iudging it And like the outward parts of some fayre whore Deceiues euen in the obiect we adore My Lord my soule 's so rapte In contemplation of my happy choyce That inward silence makes it more complete By how much more it is remote From custome of a superficiall ioy That 's meerely incorporeall a meere dreame To that essentiall ioy my thoughts conceyue Octa. How learnedly hath thy perswasiue toung Discouered a new passage vnto ioy In mentall reseruation True ioy is strung Best with the heart-strings sounds onely in the tongue But where 's Sir Morgan Earle of Anglesey He promised vs some pleasant masking sight To crowne these Nuptials with their due delight Enter Morgans foolish sonne Morion Morion Oh my Lord my father is comming to your Grace with such a many of Damsons and shee Shittle-cockes They smell of nothing in the world but Rozin and Coblers waxe such a many lights in their heeles lungs in their hands aboue all cry yfaith Enter the Maske of the Fayry Qu●ene with foure Harpers before they daunce one of them singeth a Welsh song they daunce and then the foole Earle Morgans sonne falleth in loue with the Fayry Queene Morion By my troth my stomacke rumbleth at the very conceit of this Iamall loue euen from the sole of my head to the crowne of the foote Surely I will haue more acquaintance of that Gentlewoman me thinks she daunceth like a Hobby-horse After the daunce a Trumpet within Octa. Thanks Cousin Morgan But soft what Trumpets this Constan. A messenger my Lord from King Gederus King of Brytayne desires accesse vnto your Maiesty Octa. Admit him to our presence Enter Ambassadour Ambass Health to this princely presence and specially to great Octauian for vnto him I must direct my speech Octa. To vs then freely speake the tenor of thy speech And wee as freely will reply to it Thy Master is a Prince whom wee affect For honourable causes knowne to vs Then speake as if the power we haue to graunt Were tied to his desire Amb. Then know great King that now Gederus stands As in a Labyrinth of hope and feare Vncertaine eyther of his life and Crowne The Romane Claudius Cesar with an hoste Of matchlesse numbers bold and resolute Are marching towards Brittayn armd with rage For the denying Tribute vnto Rome By force and bloudy warre to conquer it And eyther winne Brittayne with the sword Or make her stoope vnder the Romane yoke Now mighty King since Brittayne through the world Is counted famous for a generous I le Scorning to yeeld to forraine seruitude Gederus humbly doth desire your ayde To backe him 'gainst the pride of Romane Cesar And force his Forces from the Brittish shores Which being done with speede he vowes to tye Himselfe to Wales in bonds of amity Oct. Legate this news hath pleasd Octauian wel The Bryttaynes are a Nation free and bold And scorne the bonds of any forrayne foe A Nation that by force was ne're subdude But by base Treasons politikely forst Claudius forgets that when the Bryttish Ile Scarce knew the meaning of a strangers march Great Iulius Cesar fortunate in armes Suffred three baserepulses from the Cliffes Of chalky Douer And had not Bryttayne to her selfe prou'd false Cesar and all his Army had beene toombde In the vast bosome of the angry sea Sonne Caradoc how thinke you of this worthy enterprise Yet t is vnfit that on this sudden warning You leaue your fayre wife to the Theoricke Of matrimoniall pleasure and delight Cara. Oh my good Lord this honourable cause Is able to inflame the coward brest Of base Thersites to transforme a man That 's Planet-strooke with Saturne into Mars To turne the Caucasus of peasant thoughts Into the burning Aetna of reuenge And manly Execution of the foe What man is he if Reason speake him man Or honour spurs on that immortall fame May canonize his Acts to after times And Kingly Homers in their Swanlike tunes Of sphearelike Musicke of sweet Poesie May tell their memorable acts in verse But at the name of Romanes is all warre All courage all compact of manly vigour Totally magnanimious fit to cope Euen with a band of Centaures or a hoast Of Cretan Minotaures Then let not me be bard The way to honour 's craggy rough and hard Octa. Go on prosper braue resolued Prince Car. Faire Princesse be not you dismaid at this T is honour bids me leaue you for a while 'T will not long be absent All the world Except this honourable accident Could not intreat what now I must performe Being ingadgde by honour Let it suffice That ioy that liues with thee without thee dies Guin Sweet Lord ech howre whilst you return I le pray Honour may crowne you with a glorious day Cara. Then here I le take my leaue He kisses his hand First as my duty binds of you great King Next of you fayre Princesse He kisses her Come brothers and Lord Morgan I must intreat Your company along Mor. Fare you well great King our Cousin ap Caradoc and I will make Cesars with all her Romanes runne to the Teuils arse a peake I warrant her Exeunt I pray you looke vnto her sonne there bee Cad hee hath no more wit in his pa●es then the arrantest Cander at Coose fayre Exit Octa. Come daughter now let 's in He that loues honour must his honour winne Exeunt ACTVS 2. SCENA 2. Enter the Bardh or Welsh Poet. Bard. Thus haue you seen the vali●nt Caradoc Mounting the Chariot of eternall fame Whom mighty Fortune Regent of this Globe Which Nauigators call terrestriall Attends vpon and like a careful Nurse That sings sweet Lullabies vnto her babe Crowns her beloued Minion with content And sets him on the highest Spire of Fame Now to Gederus King

Now valiant Romanes once more do we tread Vpon the bosome of the Bryttish ground And by the gods that doe protect great Rome Wee le now acquite great Cesars foule disgrace Or die like Romanes in this forray ne place Marcus Me thinks it is a shame to Rome and vs That haue beene counted famous through the world For matchlesse victories and feates of armes That such a petty Iland should repulse So huge an army of the Romane strength Able to sacke the spacious walles of Troy To leuell Babels pride euen with the ground An I le that in respect of Cesars power Is like the Center to the ample heauens A poynt vnto a large circumference Small atomes to the body of the Sunne Sure this Welshman works by Magicke spels Or t is impossible if he be a man Compos'd of flesh and bloud sinewes and nerues He should out-dare so puissant an host Codig Great Generall that which he holds is mine And though infor'st by violence and wrong From that which Nature left my heritage Yet since I see such hopes so fayrely sprung From such an honourable head as Rome Whose fame for honour cheualry and armes Out-shines all Nations with her glorious rayes This Caradoc whom men doe causlesse feare Is of condition insolent and proud Ambitious tyrannous speckled with euery vice The infectious time can harbour Say we confesse him bold And of a courage that grim visag'd death The obiect of true valour cannot daunt Though Proteus-like he came in thousand shapes What 's he comparde to numbers infinite Or that Imperiall Rome whose Eagle eyes Haue gaz'd against the sunne of matchlesse tryumphs Should basely feare a weake and silly Fly This Welshman is all superficiall Without dimensions and like a mountaine swels In labour onely with great ayry words Whose birth is nothing but a silly Mouse Actions without their measure or their weight Then Romanes derogate not from the worth That time in ancient Chronicles records Of your eternall honours got in warre But if you prize your honours more than life Or humane happinesse here 's a noble cause Of wrong and vsurpation to erect A statue to your dying memory Then on great Generall waue the Romane Eagle Euen to the Tents of haughty Caradoc And with my bloud I le second this braue fight Or hide my shame by death in endlesse night Ostor. Brauely resolu'd Ere long assure thy selfe Wee le seate thee in thy ancient dignity And force to Cesar homage and to Rome And though we feare not one particular man Yet for because we truely are inform'd That Caradoc is strong and puisant For ten dayes wee intend to make a truce And in the meane time to make strong our hoste Which if he doe refuse the time expired To render vp thy right which he detaines Warre like some gnawing vulture shall attend Vnto their finall ruine and their end And to that purpose Marcus Gallicus Shall as a Legate both from Rome and vs Instantly giue them knowledge the time 's but short And till the date 's expirde prepare for sport Exeunt ACTVS 4. SCENA 1. Enter Caradoc Guiniuer Voada his sister Mauron Constantine Gald Lord Morgan Cara. Now beautious Queen sister though our tedious absence In warlike Bryttaine hath beene the cause Of your imprisonment yet at our returne The gods in iustice haue repayde the wrong Done to your beauties by base trechery And forst that damned instrument of sinne To hide his bastard head in endlesse shame Then Royall Queene for that 's a stile befits The royall vertues of such peerelesse lustre Ascend your Throne vvhilest equally with me You part vvith full applause your soueraignety A flourish Shee is crowned Omnes Long liue Queene Guiniuer Queene of Cambria Guin Thanks Royall Lord. Oh may these smiling stars That kindly haue conioynd each others loue And of two bodies louingly made one Crovvne all thy actions vvith a gracious looke And make thee fortunate in peace and vvarre Not all the trecherous complots of that Fiend Restraint of free ayre close imprisonment Could with their strange appearances imprint Such feeling Characters of sudden woe As your great conquest doth create nevv ioy And exultation of your dangers past Cara. Thanks gentle Loue. Now sister Voada The duty and the care that euer since My reason could distinguish and that fraternall loue Nature imposed that many Moones and yeeres Haue been imployde vnto the good I owe Thy riper yeares shall in this minutes space Be full discharged Therefore thrice noble friend I giue vnto thy hand an Orient Pearle Of more esteeme then that which at a health Great Cleopatra did carouse in wine To Romane Anthony Loue her well sweet Prince Let it suffice part of our Royall bloud Runs through the chanels of her Azure veynes And that she is our sister Gald Right noble Prince when Gald in lieu of this So Kingly and so rare a benefite In whom the mirrour of bright Excellence So cleare and so transparantly appeares Forgets to honour thee or her in loue May he liue branded with some heauy curse Worse then oppression of the vviddowes right Or when I shall forget to offer vp A sacrifice of my immaculate loue Vnto thy beautious altar let me haue A base deformed obiect to my graue Voada And Princely Lord may no delightsome gale Of sweet content blow on this mortall state Of what I now possesse if from my heart The deepe impression of my loue depart A Trumpet within Cara. Cousin Morgan looke what Trumpet 's this Morgan I warrant her t is for more knocks on the pate Romans call you her Be Cad scuruy Romanes that cannot let her alone in her own Countries I le choke some of her with cause bobby or drowne her in hogsheads of Perry and Metheglin He goes to the dore Enter Marcus Galicus I pray you from whence come her Marcus From Rome Morgan From Rome And I pray you what a poxe ayles her that you cannot keepe her at home haue you any Waspes in her tayles or liue Eeles in her pelly you cannot keepe her at home Harke you me I pray you how toth M. Cesar toth he neede era parbour Looke you now let him come to Wales and her Cousin Caradoc shall trim his crownes I warrant her Marc. I vnderstand you not Morg. Cads nayles Cood people doth Morgan speake Hebrewes or no Vnderstand her not Cara. Now Romane for thy habit speaks thee so Is it to vs thy message is directed Marc. Yes Prince And thus the Romane General sayes If within ten dayes space thou wilt resigne Thy Kingdome to the heyre Lord Codigune From whom thou doest detayne it wrongfully Thou shalt haue peace but if thou doest deny Sterne warre by force shall force it presently Morg. Harke you now Cousin Cads blue-hood if you had beate out her praynes you had peene quiet Shesu more troubles and fexashions what a orld is this Cara. Dares that damn'd Traytour ope his hellish throat Against our right Or i

haue prisoners tane Whose memory quickens my dangers past And adds new fuell to my bleeding soule Then if thou beest not verball but thy tongue Is with a single string strung to thy heart All Wales shall honour thee and thy desert Venu Braue Prince as welcome to Venusius As sleepe to wearied Nature But now the time Fits not for friuolous complements Awhile Repose your selfe with me where you shall be As secret as men would keepe their sinnes From the worlds eye whilest in the meane time I Prepare my forces Wife view this noble Prince This is that man that in despite of Rome This nine yeares space hath brauely waged warre And now by Treason 's forst vnto his friends Then wife as thou doest tender our regard Respect this Prince and keepe him priuately Vntill I doe returne Farewell noble Prince Exit Carta Welcome great Prince Here thinke your selfe secure As in a Sanctuary from your foes My husband oftentimes hath worne out time Discoursing of your worths superlatiue And I am proud of such a worthy ghest Cara. Lady I shall be troublesome but ere long I hope once more to meet this trayterous host And seale my wrongs with ruine of my foes Fame wrongs the Romanes with these noble stiles Of honour and vnseconded deserts These attributes are onely fitte for men That God-like should be qualified with hate Of such infectious sinnes as Treasons are Weake-pated Romanes what fidelity Can be in Traytors who are so vniust That their own Country is deceiued in trust Come Madam will you shew the way Exeunt ACTVS 5. SCENA 1. Enter Bluso the Magician and Gald Gald Now Bluso thus farre haue wee by thy Arte Euen to their priuate lodgings fearelesse past Inuisible to any mortall eye But Bluso tell me are we yet arriued At our expected Hauen Bluso This is her Chamber here will we stand vnseene And yet see all that passe T is almost dead of night and now begins Sleepe with her heauy rod to charme the eyes Of humane dulnesse Here stand we yet awhile And in this silent time obserue the loue The Romane Generals sonne beares to your wife Who long hath borne the siege of his hote lust And now behold like bloudy Tarquin comes Enter Marcus Gallicus with a candle in his hand and his sword drawne Being non-suted to satisfie the heate Of his insatiate and immoderate bloud That boyling runs through his adulterous veynes A little while giue way vnto his practise And when we see a time preuent his purpose Mar. Night that doth basely keepe the dore of sinne And hide grosse murthers and adulteries With all the mortall sinnes the world commits From the cleare eye-sight of the morning Sunne Thou that ne're changest colour for a sinne Worse then Apostasie stand Centinel this houre And with thy Negroes face vayle my intent Put out thy golden candles with thy fogs And let originall darkenesse that is fled With Chaos to the Center gard my steps How husht is all things and the world appeares Like to a Churchyard full of dead Deaths picture Sleepe looks as if passing bels Went for each vitall spirit and appeares As if our soules had tooke their generall flight And cheated Nature of her motion Then on vnto thy practise none can descry Thy blacke intent but night and her blacke eye He goes to her bed vpon the Stage and lookes vpon her Behold the locall residence of loue Euen in the Rosie tincture of her cheeke I am all fire and must needs be quencht Or the whole house of nature will be burnt Fayre Voada awake t is I awake He awakes her Voad. Am I adreamd Or doe I wake indeed I am betrayd Fond Lord what make you here At this vnseasonable time of night Is 't not inough that you importune Each houre in the day but in the night When euery creature nods his sleepy head You seeke the shipwracke of my spotlesse honour For shame forbeare and cleare a Romans name From the suspition of so foule a sinne Perhaps you le say that you are flesh and bloud Oh my good Lord were you but onely so It were no sinne but naturall instinct And then that noble name that we call man Should vndistinguisht passe euen like a beast But man was made diuine with such a face As might behold the beauty of the starres And all the glorious workemanship of heauen Beasts onely are the subiects of bare sense But man hath reason and intelligence Beasts foules die with them but mans soule 's diuine And therefore needs must answere for eche crime Marcus Thy speeches are like oyle vnto a flame I must enioy thee If thou wilt yeeld to me I le be thy friend for euer but if denide By force I will attempt what by fayre meanes I cannot compasse Besides thou art my captiue And standst a suter for thy liberty Voada I for my body but my soule is free Gald I can no longer heare these arguments Come Bluso helpe me to conuey her hence They tumble Marcus ouer the bed and take her away Mar. What Fury hath depriued me of my ioy And crost my bloud euen in the heat of lust What is she gone Oh all you sacred powers Remit this sinne vnacted but by thought And by those heauenly patrones of chaste minds Vertue like to my soule shall wholy be Diffused through euery member Thus powers aboue Doe with vnknowne means scourge vnlawfull loue Exit Enter Cartamanda with her Secretary Carta Already I haue posted to the Generall To tell him Caradoc is in our hands And bid him make haste for this ere the day A womans wit shall serue for to betray And see he comes Welcome thrice-honoured Lord. Enter Generall with his Army Warily Souldiours there his Chamber is And he not yet abed Beset him round What wars haue mist a woman shall confound Exit The Generall drawes the Curtaines and finds Caradoc a reading Ostorius Now Caradoc thy life is in our hands Behold thou art in girt with a whole hoste And couldst thou borrow force of beasts and men Thou couldst by no means scape Cara. What! Souldiours in euery corner set The Romane Generall I am betrayde Inhospitable woman this with your sexe began The Serpent taught you to betray poore man When God like Angels man created first God man him blest but woman most accurst And since that time the chiefest good in women Is to beguile most men and true to few men Yet Romanes know that Caradoc here stands In bold defiance were you like the sands Ostor. Assault him then They fight and Caradoc beates and ouerthrowne many of them Ostor. Hold noble Welshman Thou seest it is impossible to scape Hadst thou the strength of mighty Hercules If thou wilt yeeld I vow by all the gods That doe protect Cesar and mighty Rome By all the honours that the Romane power Haue won since Romulus did build their walls Because thou art a man vnparaleld Of honourable courage I le ingage

allegeance With that base Apoplexie of reuolt And egre appetite of soueraigne might Counting the greatest wrong the greatest right Full many Moones haue these two aged lights Beheld in peacefull wise Now to my griefe When the pure oyle that fed these aged Lampes Is almost spent and dimly shines those beames That in my youth darted forth spritefull rayes Must now die miserable and vndone By monstrous and base vsurpation Codig Thrise noble king be patient this I reade The Gods haue feet of wooll but hands of lead And therefore in reuenge as sure as slow What though two Royall Armies we haue lost He that beares man about him must be crost And that base Monmouth that with his goldēhead Salutes the Sunne may with the Sunne fal dead For base Rebellion drawes so short a breath That in the day she moues she moues to death And like the Marigold opens with the Sunne But at the night her pride is shut and done Morgan Harke you me Lord Codigune By the pones of Saint Tany you haue prattled to the King a great deale of good Phisicke and for this one of her good lessons and destructions how call you it be Cad I know not very well I wil fight for you with all the George Stones or the Vrsa maiors vnder the Sunnes Harke you me Kings I pray you now good Kings leaue your whimbling and your great proclamations let death come at her and ha can catch her and pray God blesse her As for the Rebell Monmouth I kanow very well what I will do with her I will make Martlemas beefe on her flesh and false dice on her pones for euery Conicatcher I warrant her for Case bobby and Metheglin I will make her pate ring noone for all her resurrections and rebellions Octauian But soft what Drum is this The Drumme soundeth afarre off That with her silent march salutes the ayre Herald go see Herald And 't please your Grace Cadallan Earle of March Spurred on by duty and obsequious loue Repining at the Fortune of your foe Whose rauening tyranny deuoures the liues Of innocent subiects now in person comes To scourge base vsurpation with his sonnes Octa. Conduct them to our presence Enter March. Welcome braue Earle with these thy manly sonnes Neuer came raine vnto the Sunne-parcht earth In more auspicious time then thy supply To scourge vsurping pride and soueraignety Cadallan Oh my gracious Lord Cadallan comes drawne by that powerfull awe Of that rich Adamant his soule adores The needles poynt is not more willing to salute the North Man ioyfuller to sit inshrinde in heauen Then is my loyalty to ayde my King I know dread Liege that each true man should know To what intent dame Nature brought him forth True subiects are like Commons who should feede Their King their Country and their friends at need Octa. Braue Earle of March I need not here delude The precious time with vaine capituling Our own hereditary right Graues to the dead Balsum to greene wounds or a soule to man Is not more proper then Octauian To the vsurped Title Monmouth holds Then once more on this be our onely trust Heauens suffer wrongs but Angels gard the iust Exeunt ACTVS 1. SCENA 3. Enter Monmouth the vsurper in armes with Souldiers Mon. Now valiant Countreymen once more prepare Your hands and hearts vnto a bloudy fight Sterne Mars beginnes to buckle on his helme And waues his sanguine colours in the ayre Recount braue spirits two glorious victories Got with the death of many thousand soules Thinke on the cause for which we stand ingagde Euen to the hazard of our goods and liues That were Octauians forces like the starres Beyond the limits of Arithmetike Or equall to the mighty Xerxes hoste Yet like the poles our dauntlesse courage stands Vnshaken by their feeble multitudes The Drum beats afarre off But soft what Drum is this Souldiers look out Did Cesar come this welcome he should haue Strong armes bigge hearts and to conclude a graue Souldiers My Lord Octauian Backt with the Earle of March and his three sonnes Intends to giue you battell Mon. No more no more fond doting Earle Is not there roome enough within Churchyards To earth his aged bodie with his sonnes But hee must hither come to make their graues Drums beat aloud I le not articulate My soule is drown'd in rage This bloudy fight Shall toombe their bodies in eternal night Exeunt Alarum Enter Cadallan wounded with his sonnes Caradoc Rot from his cursed trunke that villaines arme That gaue this fatall wound to reuerend age How fares our Princely father Cad As fares the sicke man when the nights blacke bird Beates at his casements with his sable wings Or as the halfe dead captiue being condemn'd Awaites the churlish Iaylors fearefull call Out of his lothsome dungeon to his death So fares it with the wounded Earle of March The current of my bloud begins to freeze Toucht by the Icy power of gelid death A sad Eclipse darkens these two bright lights My vitall spirits faint my pulses cease And natures frame dissolues to natures peace All by that damn'd vsurper He dies Cara. Eternall peace free from the hate of men Inspheare thy soule and mount it to the stars Brothers surcease your griefe goe to the field Cheare vp the Souldiers whilst I single forth This bloudy Monmouth that I may sacrifice His canceld life vnto my fathers ghost And rid the land of this Egean filth His vsurpation stables Oh t is good To scourge with death that crying sinne of bloud Morgan meets Caradoc going in Morgan Cousin Caradoc well in all these pribble prabbles I pray you how dooth our vncle Cadallan bee Cad I heard he had got a knocke if it bee so I pray you looke that the leane Caniball what doe you call him that eate vp Iulius Cesars and Pompeyes a saucy knaue that cares no more for Kings then lowsie beggers Chimney-sweepers Cara. Why death man Morgan I I Death a poxe on her as Cad shudge mee hee will eate more Emperours and Kings at one meale then some Taylors halfepenny loaues or Vsurers decayed shentlemen in a whole yeare therefore I pray you Cousin haue a care of her vncle Cara. He is in heauen already Morgan In heauen why did you let her goe thither Cara. It is a place of rest and Angels blisse Morgan Angells Cots blue-hood I warrant her there is ne're a Lawyer in the whole orld but had rather haue eleuen shillings then the best Anshell in heauen I pray you who sent her thither Cara. I cannot tell but from his dying tongue He did report Monmouth the bloudy meanes Morgan Monmouth Iesu Christ did hee send her vncle to Saint Peters and Saint Paules and not suffer her cousin Morgan to bid her Nos Dhi●u harke you Cousin I le seeke her out be Cad Farewell Cousin I le make her pring packe her Nuncle with a venshance Cara. Farewell good Cousin whilst I range about The mangled