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
Lords let our vnited bands Winne back Iudea from the Pagans hands Exeunt all marching Manet the French Lady LADIE Thus haue I maskt my bashfull modesty Vnder the habite of a trusty Page And now my seruants seruant am I made Loue that transform'd the Gods to sundry shapes Hath wrought in me this Metamorphosis My loue and Lord that honoured me a woman Loues me a youth employes me euery where I serue him waite vpon him and he sweares He fauours both my truth and dilligence And now I haue learnt to be a perfect Page He will haue none to trusse his points but me At boord to waite vpon his cup but me To beare his Target in the field but me Nay many a thing which makes me blush to speak He will haue none to lie with him but me I dreame and dreame and things come in my mind Onely I hide my eyes but my poore heart Is bar'd and kept from loues satiety Like Tantalus such is my poore repast I see the Apples that I cannot taste I 'le stay my time and hope yet ere I die My heart shall feast as richly as my eye Exit Flourish Enter the old SOLDAN the yong SOPHIE Tables and Formes and MORETES TVRNVS with drumme and Souldiers SOL. Counsell braue Lords the Christian Army marcheth Euen to our gates with paces vndisturb'd The hollow earth resounds with weight of armes And shrinkes to beare so huge a multitude They make a valley as they march along And raising hils encompasse either side Counsell braue Lords these terrours to decide SOP. Ioues great Vice-gerent ouer all the world Let vs confront their pride and with our powers Disperse the strength of their assembled Troupes SOL. Sion is ours by conquest All Iudaea Is the rich honour of our conquering swords Shall we not guard it then and make our breasts The wals that shall defend Ierusalem SO. They shal march ouer vs that march this way Before the Christians shall attaine these wals With dead mens faces we will paue the earth SOL. I cannot iudge the Christians are so mad To come in way of battell but of peace SOP. They rather trauell in deuotion To pay their vowes at their Messia's Tombe And so as Pilgrimes not as Souldiers come SOL. Your own power blinds you and hath skreend your eies My haires do weare experience liuery But yours the badge of youth and idlenesse Their Army stands vpon a Mountaine top Like a huge Forrest their tall Pikes like Pines In height do ouer-peere the lower Trees Their Horsemen ride like Centaur's in the meads And scout abroad for pillage and for prey Courage is their good Captaine SOP. Courage no Pale feare and blacke destruction leads the soe SOL. I say againe the Christian Princes leade An Army for their power inuincible Victorious hope sits houering on their plumes Their guilded Armour shines against the Sunne Dazeling our eyes from top of yonder Hill Like the bright streakes that flow from Paradise SOP. Oh conquest worthy the braue Persian swords Let vs descend from forth the Towne and meete them SOL. No SOP. Yes SOL. Should Ioue himselfe in Thunder answere I When we say no wee 'd pull him from the skie SOP. Should Soldan Sophy Preist or Presbyter Or Gods or deuils or men gaine-say our will Him them or thee would the braue Persian Kill MOR Quench your hot spleenes with drops of sweete aduice Temper your rage with counsell mighty Kings SOL. I say â—e will make peace with Christendome SOP. I say the Persian scornes to be colleague Or to haue part with them of Christendome SOL. Yet heare my age SOP. Yet hearken to my youth MOR. My tongue giue place vnto the Soldâ— age TVR. But I applaud the Persians youthfull rage SOL. Stay Lords our graue experience doth forsee The mischeifes that attend on this debate We tread the path of our destruction By our dissentions grow the Christians strong Whom our vnited hearts may easily quell Braue Persian Sophy we commend your hate To them that haue abhor'd our Pagan gods Yet temper it with wisedome valiant Prince 'T is our security I would increase When with my words I mention gentle peace MOR. Experience doth instruct the Soldans tongue Hearken to him hee speakes iudicially SOP. My tongue a while giues licence to mine eare The depth of your graue wisedomes let vs heare SOL. Then thus let 's send vnto the Christians Hoast To know what cause hath brought them thus farre arm'd If peaceably they come to visite here The ancient Reliques of their Sauiours Tombe Peace shall conduct them in and guard them out But if they come to conquer Syons Hill And make irruption through our triple wals Death and despaire shall ambush in their way And we will seize the ensignes they display SOP. My youth yeelds willingly to your graue yeares Let it be so But whom shall we elect To be created Lords Embassadours SOL. Moretes shall be one for I am sure He will employ his tongue peace to procure SOP. Turnus another he that all things dares Will with defiance stirre them vp to warre SOL. Moretes and braue Turnus speed you straight Vnto the Christian Hoast Say if they come Like Pilgrimes to behold the Sepulchre Our gates stand open to receiue them in And be you painefull to perswade a peace But if they stand vpon their hostile ground Say that our brests are arm'd our swords are keene Bold are our hearts and fiery is our spleene And so be gone MOR. I to perswade a peace Exit TVR. I go the furious rage of warre t' encrease Exit SOL. We will meane time conduct our royall hoast One halfe is mine the other you shall lead To intercept them ere they winne the sight Of these inuincible and high-built walles Braue Persians we will both in ambush lie Sure now the Christians are all come to die Exeunt Enter TANCRED with BELLA FRANCA richly attired shee some-what affecting him though she makes no shew of it ROBERT of Normandy the foure brethren and the French Lady like a Page TANC. Behold braue Christian Princes all the glory That Tancred can inherite in this world EVST. Part of it 's mine CHA. And part belongs to me GODF. An heauenly mixture now beshrew my heart But Godfrey with the rest could cry halfe part GV. I am all hers ROB. That Lady seemes to me The fairest creature euer eye did see BEL. Tancred of all thy face best pleaseth mee in priuate TAN. Faire Lady EVST. Madame CHA. Mistresse GODF. Beauteous loue GV. Bright Goddesse ROB. Nymph FREN. LAD. Loue whom ye will say I So yee affect not my beloued Guy TAN. Lords she is mine EVS. When did my interest cease CHA. When I am here you brother Out-law peace GODF. Why should not I enioy her ROB. Why not I GV. She can haue none but me EVST. CHAR. That we deny BELL. Princes what meanes this frenzy in your hearts Or hath some Negromanticke Coniurer Rais'd by his Art some fury in
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
Armes Vnto which Trade I was enrold and bound And like a strange Knight I will aid the Christians Thou Trade which didst sustaine my pouerty Didst helpelesse helpe me though I left thee then Yet that the world shall see I am not ingrate Or scorning that which gaue my fortunes breath I will enlarge these Armes and make their name The originall and life of all my fame But I am tir'd with trauaile Shield lie there Oh that I could but see that lusty spirit My arch-foe riuall in my banishment To be reueng'd and end my hostile hate I 'le dreame I fight with him to ease my spleene And in that thought I lay me on this Greene Sleep Enter GVY with a paper and his Shield GV. Armes ye are full of hope and sweete successe The famous Art whose honoured badge ye are First when I liu'd 'mongst London-prentises Gaue me an honest and a pleasant life Now in these woods haue won me fame honour And I haue rescued Princes with this shield And Princes are indebted to these Armes And if I liue in memory of this Within their faire Hall shall this Scutchion hang Till some smoth pen Historifie my name What obiect 's that A Knight a sleepe or dead Oh 't is the Basse and ground of all my hate I 'le kill the villaine Oh dishonoured thought Art thou not sonne vnto the Bullen Duke And canst thou hatch dishonour Arch-foe liue I scorne aduantage should I fight with Mars He beares this shield I will exchange with his And leaue a Motto written in mine owne Shall make him quake to reade Be swift my pen T' affright his sence when he shall wake againe 'T is done Then go with me and mine stay here Which in despight of thee base Knight I weare Exit EVST. The houres haue ouer-runne me with swift pace And time hath fastned to him swallowes wings Come sword come Shield but soft thou art a stranger And pardon me good shield I know thee not What haue we here Aske not who that Shield doth owe For he is thy mortall foe And where ere he sees that shield Citty Burrough Groue or Field Hee that beares it beares his bane By his hand he must be slaine Thine in spight of thee hee 'le beare If thou dar'st his Scutchion weare Hee writ this that thy shield will keepe And might haue slaine thee being asleepe 'T is a fine fellow by this light hee is An honest Rogue and hath a good conceite Weare it I 'le weare it If I do not well He needed not to haue put in the word Dare For I dare dare I he shall see I dare Belike he feares I dare not challenge mine Were 't fastned to the arme of Beelzebub I would fight with him with firebrands for my shield But dares he weare mine On my life he dares I loue him like my brother for this act And I will beare this shield with as much pride As sate I in a chariot by Ioues side Shine bright my Stars to do me some faire grace Bring vs to meet in some auspicious place Enter the Ladies flying purfued by the Clowne CLOVV. Nay you cowardly Lady that runne away from the Campe and dare not stand to it I am glad I haue light on you choose your weapon choose your weapen I am a Souldier and a martiall man and I will offer you the right of Ar◠If you vanquish me I 'le be your captiue if you be ca◠downe I 'le carry you backe prisoner FREN. LAD. I weare a weapon that I dare not draw Fie on this womanish feare what shall I do BELL. Some of my fathers spirit reuiues in me Giue me thy weapon boy and thou shalt see I for vs both will winne sweete liberty CLOVV. I was neuer so ouer-reacht and but for shame and that I am a man at armes I would runne away and take me to my legs Haue at thee sweete Lady As they fight EVSTACE comes in EVST. Base villaine dar'st thou offer violence Vnto a Lady stay maintaine thy challenge CLOVV. You thinke you haue a foole in hand no by my faith not I If you haue any businesse to the Campe farewell I am running thither as fast as I can EVST. Mount vp my soule vnto the heighth of ioy Sauing my foe whose honoured shield I beare None liuing did I more desire to meete BELL. Sauing those Christian Lords that seeke my loue None liuing did I more desire to shunne EVST. Well met braue Saint in these vnpeopled paths Feare no rude force for I am ciuill borne Descended from a Princely parentage And though an exile from the Christians Campe Yet in my heart I weare the Crosse of CHRIST Euen in as deepe a crimson as the best Loue me though I am Landlesse and remote From the faire clime where first I breath'd this aire Yet know I beare a Kingdome in this sword And ere I die looke to behold this Front Empal'd and circled with a royall Crowne BEL. I neuer markt this Gallant halfe so much He hath my brothers eye my fathers brow And he is Eustace all from top to 〈◊〉 EVST. I had a sister Lady with that red That giues a crimson tincture to your cheeke With such a hand hid in a gloue of snow That spake all musicke like your heauenly tongue And for her sake faire Saint I honour you BELL. I had a brother had not the rude seas Depriu'd me of him with that manly looke That grace that courage I behold in you A Prince whom had the rude seas neuer seene Euen such another had yong Eustace beene EVS. Eustace euen such an accent gaue her tongue So did my name sound in my sisters mouth Oh Bella Franca were 't thou not obscur'd Within a cloud and maske of pouerty Such fame ere this had thy rare vertues wonne Thus had thy beauty checkt th' all-seeing Sunne BELL. It is my brother Eustace EVST. View her well Imagine her but thus attir'd and shee Would Bella Franca and my sister bee BEL But strip my brother from his Prentice cote His cap his common souldiers base disguise Euen such a Gallant as this seemes to me Such would my brother my sweete Eustace be EVST. Sister BELL. Brother EVST. Make me immortall then by heauen I vow I am richer then the Persian Sophy now BELL. All Asia flowes not with more plenteous treasure Then I to embrace my brother my hearts pleasure How did you scape the waues EVST. How haue you past The perillous Land and crost the Seas so vaste BELL. Where are my brothers Eustace EVST. Oh those words Pierce to my heart like Darts and pointed swords Omit these passions sister they are dead But to forget these griefes what youth is this FREN. LAD. Page to the Prince of France EVST. 'T is he I hate As chiefe occasion of my banishment BEL. Yet my sweete brother do not blame the youth Full well he hath demean'd himselfe with me He neuer since we entred in these woods
Halberds and proofe Targettiers EVST. No man but knowes his charge Brothers and friends See where they stand for vs this night shall hide All their bright glory which now swels with pride SOL. Christians EVST. Pagans SOL. Behold our Campe ROB. Soldan suruey oâ—s too SOL. From Ganges to the Bay of Calâ— From Turkey and the three-fold Arabie From Sauxin Eastward vnto Nubia's bounds From Lybia and the Land of Mauritans And from the red Sea to the wildernesse Haue we vnpeopled Kingdomes for these warres To be reueng'd on you base Christians ROB. From England the best brood of martiall spirits Whose wals the Ocean washeth white as snow For which you strangers call it Albion From France a Nation both renown'd and fear'd From Scotland Wales euen to the Irish Coast Beyond the pillars great Alcides rear'd At Gades in Spaine vnto the Pyrene Hâ— Haue we assembled men of dauntlesse spirits To scourge you hence ye damned Infidels SOP. Within our troupes are sturdy bands of Moores Of Babylonians Persians Bactrians Of Grecians Russians of Tartarians Turkes Euen from the flouds that grow from Paradise Vnto this place where the Brooke Kedron runnes GV. Within our Troupes are English French Scotch Dutch Italians of Prince Tancred's Regement Euen from the Seas that wall in Albion As farre as any Riuer or Brooke runnes That Christian 〈◊〉 on haue we people here TVR. To make our streetes red with your Christian bloud CHAR. To drowne you slaues in a vermillion floud MOR. To burne your bodies o're your Prophets graue EVST. To lead your Emperour Captiue like a slaue SOL. To make your guide trot by my chariot wheele TAN. To lash your armour with these rods of steele SOP. Then to â—rpe you all ye Persian powers Assist our courage make the conquest ours ROB. God match thy might with theirs protect vs to To let this people know what thou canst do SOL. A charge a charge raile drummes and Cannons rore Christians at home your friends abroad deplore GODF. Christians at home abroad our conquests fame Thou God of Hosts this day make knowne thy name Alarum Ioyne battell The Christians are beaten off The Soldan victoriously leades off his Souldiers marching Enter CHARLES and GODFREY with Pistols CHA. Oh God that multitude should more then manhood That we should thus be borne downe with a presse Be throng'd and shouldered from the place we keepe GODF. For euery man we leade the foe hath ten Their weapons tops appeare aboue their heads In as thicke number as the spikes of graine Vpon a well-til'd land they haue more liues Then all our tired armes could send to death If they should yield their bare brests to our swords CHA. What should we do we are encompast round Girded with thousand thousands in a ring And like a man left on a dangerous rocke That waites the climbing tide rise to destroy him What way so er'e he lookes sees nought but death So we the bloudy tide growes vp apace Whose waues will swallow vs and all our race Where 's Guy and Eustace GODF. Gone to scale a Tower In which our father lies Oh I did see them Cut downe a wood of men vpon the suddaine Their swords cut lances as a sithe cuts grasse Their valour seemes to me miraculous Thou Sauiour of the world whose Crosse we beare Infuse our hearts with courage theirs with feare Exeunt Enter SOLDAN SOPHIE and Souldiers Alarum Enter GVY and EVSTACE with their father EVST. A Syon a Syon GV. A Ierusalem EVST. A father and in him a Crowne of ioy GV. A Syon a Ierusalem a father EVST. Through their Decurians centurions and Legion Captaines of thousands and ten thousands guards We haue ventured euen vpon the Cannons mouth And scal'd the bul warkes where their Ordinance plaid The strength of Armies triumphes in those Armes We haue surpriz'd the Fortresse and the Hold My shield I haue had cut peece-meale from mine arme But now you would haue taken me for an Archer So many arrowes were stucke heere and here The Pagans thought to make a Quiuer of mee Alarum enter Pagans See brother how the foe fresh forces gather A Syon a Ierusalem a father Euery one by turne takes vp their father and carries him Enter the two brothers they aide aâ— second them And with a shout carry him away Alarum Enter SOLDAN SOPHIE SOL. An Enginer call forth an Enginer SOP. Why what to do my Lord SOL. I le make these Turrets dance among the Clouds Before the Christians shall inhabite them SOP. Yet there is hope of conquest fight braue Soldan SOL. These Christians rage like spirits coniur'd vp Their thundring Ordinance spit huge clouds of fire They runne against the wals like iron rammes And beare them downe afore them with their brests SOP. Fortune thou art too enuious of our glory Behold the two great'st Emperours of the earth The Babylonian Soldan and great Sophy Vnueile thine eyes and looke vpon our fals SOL. Fortune and fate and death the diuell and all Enter Moretes and Turnus Oppose themselues against vs Now what newes MOR. Death SOP. VVhat newes bring'st thou TVR. Confusion SOL. That death was once my â—aue but now my Lord SOP. Confusion was once page vnto my sword Is the day lost TVR. Lost SOL. Must we needs despaire MOR. Despaire SOL. We will not we will die resoluedly The Palace we will make a slaughter-house The streets a Shambles Kennels shall runne bloud Downe from Mount Syon with such hideous noise As when great showres of waterfals from Hils SOP. Through which way did they make irruption first TVR. Through the gate cal'd Antiochia The selfe-same breach that Romane Titus made When he destroy'd this Citty they burst ope SOL. There is some vertue in the Crosse they weare It makes them strong as Lyons swift as Roes Their resolutions make them Conquerours They haue tane our Royall Standard from the wals In place whereof they haue aduanc'd their Crosse SOP. I will not I suruiue so foule a shame Once more vnite our powers I meane our selfes For all powers else haue fail'd vs brauely fight That our declining sunne may make there night Enter the foure brethren SOL. Christians base Christians heare vs when we call Eternall darkenesse shall confound you all Alarum The foure brethren each of them kill a Pagan King take of their Crownes and exeunt two one way and two another way Retrait Enter ROBERT TANCRED GODFREY GVY CHARLES EVSTACE Old Duke Drumme Colours and Souldiers ROB. Now smoth againe the wrinkles of your browes And wash the bloud from off your hands in milke With penitentiall praises laude our God Ascribe all glory to the heauenly Powers Since Syon and Hierusalem are ours TANC. We do abhorre a heart pufft vp with pride That attributes these conquests to our strength 'T was God that strengthned vs and weakned them And gaue vs Syon and Hierusalem GODF. Thou that dost muster Angels in the sky That in thy selfe hast power of victory Make thy name