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A11435
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The vow breaker. Or, The faire maide of Clifton In Notinghamshire as it hath beene diuers times acted by severall companies with great applause. By William Sampson.
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Sampson, William, 1590?-1636.
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should I see An. Aske you what why 't is your son Just as he di'd looke looke there here there Ba. Is this thy sorow com'st thou to mocke me An. Just heavens not I see how it smiles on you On me it hurles a dejected looke Takes the Picture Ba. Because I hang his Picture ne're my bed Com'st thou to laugh me out out fond-ling noe See thus I gaze on it stroke his snowy hands And prune the curled tresses of his locks Which the Arts-man neatly has dishevell'd Vrs. Good sir have patience her 's is true sorow And not derision Stands betweene the Picture Ghost An. Another Ganimede This eye and yon'd are one this front that lip This cheeke a litle ruddier showes then that The very ashie palenes of his face The mossie downe still growing on his chin And so his Alablaster finger pointing To the bracelet whereon the peece of gold We broke betweene us hangs Ba. Certes shee 's madd An. Pray come hither You shade this Picture from the pearsant Sun And curtaine it to keepe it from the dust Why are you not as chary then of that It lookes as it were could alas poore Picture Ba. Hee'r 's but one Picture An. I say theirs two You will not see this for to save a Curtaine His knotty curles like to Apollo's tramells Neatly are display'd I 'le sweare the Painter That made this peece had the other by it Why doe you not speake too it 't is your son May be he 's tongue-tide and cannot crave blessing Ba. I could tell thee I nail'd him to the Earth Riveted a stake quite through his bosome And bid thee goe seeke him but I love not To mocke miseries I 'le take this Picture hence It troubles your sight An. And you 'd remove that I 'de thanke you Ba. 'T is thy forc'd fancies and thy guilt together persuades thee so pray thee be a woman Whom thou cam'st to comfort comforts thee Though I intended to have hurl'd at thee Stings of dishonour ignominies reproaches And all the stocke of calumnies and scorne Which thou art guilty off now my pity Converts them into sorrow for thy sorrowes Vrs. A blessing crowne you for it An. And can their be a hope you will forgive me Exit Ghost Ba. Hartily I doe An. See i'ts gone now As if it vex'd to see your clemency Ba. Distemper not your selfe at fancies Your time hastens to maturity Y' are very big and may endanger your fruite If you give way to passions An. T' will be abortiue As are my actions I shall not live To take felicity in it see i'ts here againe Enter Ghost and Exit Gho. All things keepe their time Ba. Come goe with me I 'le give thee comfortable cordialls That shall remove these objects from thine eies Expelling all disastrous accidents And plaine thy thoughts as smooth as innocence Which when thou hear'st then in rapture boast Thou dread'st no visions fury feind nor Ghost Exeunt Omnes An. Be you my counsellour and father too Vrs. Whom I admire for noble honesty Actus Quartus Scena Prima Enter Clifton Grey Arguile Ioshua Miles Ball Souldiers Gr. What day is this Clif. Tues-day the seaventh of May Gr. This day shall in our English Calender stand Eyther to our dishonour or great fames When Chronicles in after ages tell The seventh of May we scal'd the walls of Leith We have begun dreadlesse of death and dangers And like to loyall subjects held the rights Of our deere Mistris Queene Elizabeth When Captaine Randall gives the Alarum Assault assault each man salute his freind Take solemne farewell till this seige have end Omnes Assault assault Gr. Holdes every man his charge as we ordred Clif. I guesse so my Lord Howard with his Launce-tieres quarters T'wixt Mount Pelham and the Sea by VVest Stout Hary Percy with his barbed steedes Neighing for action guardes the Tents by East Arguile with shot marches for the Hill Brey Sir Francis Leeke keepes the water-ports I the greene Bul-warke opposite to Doysells With tough hardy Nottingham shire boyes Wee 'le fall before we fly by my Hollidam Gr. I 'le man this bul-warke 'gainst proud Mortigue Harke the Allarum each man unto his place Exeunt Omnes After squirmishes Enter Grey meeting Clifton with Armour Gr. How goes the day sir Jaruis Clif. Ti 's bloudy The thunderer on both sides shootes his boults Valour is at the touch-stone of true tryall The French like to so many gods of warre Bravely brandish darting fire from steele The valiant Scot Arguile commandes the Hill The Towne-playes fercely their came a shot Of full two hundreth weight into my Tent Doysells has thrice assaulted me I fac'd him And from his sides like Libian Hercules I tore the rough Nemean Lion's Skin His Armour of good proofe which here I beare And will not part from but with losse of life Gr. See! Arguile apeares Arg. Man the water-ports With all the Engines of defensive warre Well fought Vaughan he mans the trenches bravely Young Arthur Grey assaults the stony mures Vn goes the scaleing Ladders now they mount Now Sommerset now Read now Valiant Brey Towring like eager Haukes who shall get high'st Like angery Lions or incenced Tygers The Frenchmen labour greedy for the prey Now the hardy Scots as swift as Roes Climbe the walls and tosse the Frenchmen downe Now from the mount their thundring Cannons roare Whose direfull clangors shake their huge structures And like an earth-quake tumble to the Earth Their steeples Ordinance Gunners all at once Now Inskeith Sutton Newport Conway Fitton As dreadles enter dangers as their Tents Accursed chance the Ladders are too short VVhich gives a treble vantage to the French Now the foe triumphes now our white coates fall Now groanes the mother now the virgin sighs Death wil be master neyther party winns Now flies the English now the French follow And now their horse-men fling about the sands Howard counterbuffs their canvasadoes Like chaffed Bulls or foaming Bores they strive For mastery the Frenchmen flie the Towne And seeke for shelter Now men your Trenches Count Mortigue and Doysells from the Towne Make expedition now sings the god of warre His direfull Antheames now fight or never We now are free-men or elce bond-men ever Alarum Enter Doysells Mortigue Souldiers Doy. Thou bear'st my armour Clifton Clif. My Hollidam Thanke me Doysells I did not take thy head Mor. I came to seeke thee Grey Gr. The Towne I see was too hot to hold thee Elce thou 'st have nesl'd in thy pent-house still Clif. Wee 'le not articulate Alarums Monluck Crosse betweene the Armies Mon. Th' effuse of bloud is great VVhich had bene better never spent then ill You of our party by our commission VVe doe command your tariance your Lords Of England and of Scotland we entreat A litle patience till your Heralds speake Cros. William Cecill the Queenes Secretary Wotton Deane of Canterbury and Yorke With sir Ralph Sadler joynt Commissioners Commands thee Iohn Lord Grey