shine bright as the noone-tide Sun Since Syon and Ierusalem are won OLD D. My former want hath now sufficient store For hauing seene this I desire no more How faire and smoth my streame of pleasure runnes To looke at once on Syon and my sonnes GV. Shoures of aboundance raine into our lips To make repentance grow within our hearts What greater earthly blisse could heauen powre downe Then Syon our deere father and this Towne CHA. Then to confirme these conquests God hath giuen vs Seal'd with the bloud of Kings and Emperous Let vs elect a King that may maintaine Our honours with the deaths of Monarches slaine EVST. Call forth the Patriarch of Ierusalem His right hand must be that dignity GODF. With teares I speake it lagging in the traine Of the distressed Soldan he was 〈◊〉 ROB. Prais'd be our God we haue reueng'd his death Great Potentates consort him to his graue CHA. What man for grauity and sanctity May we thinke worthy of this honoured place ROB. Whose yeares deuotion and most sacred life Better can fit that holy place then his Whose worthy sonnes haue brought to end these warres Princes ioyne hands inuest him all at once Flourish OLD D. My feruent zeale bids I should not deny It brings my soule to heauen before I die EVST. But Princes whom will yee elect the King To guard this Citty from succeeding perill GODF. Robert of Normandy ROB. Oh chose Prince Tancred rather TANC. Too weake is my desert and I refuse it EVST. Then put it too most voices ALL Robert of Normandy ROB. Princes we much commend you for your loues But letters from England tell me William's dead And by succession left the Crowne to me I say Prince Godfrey hath deseru'd it best TAN. So Tancred sayes ALL And so say all the rest GODF. Princes ye presse me downe with too much honors And load a soule that cannot beare them vp Disswade me not no counsell I will heare Behold a Crowne which Godfrey meanes to weare A Crowne of Thornes This made the bloud run from our Sauiours Brow No Crowne but this can Godfreyes heart allow Prayers are my pride deuotion drawes my sword No pompe but this can Bullens soule affoord My vow 's irreuocable state I refuse No other Crowne but this will Godfrey chuse TAN. If he refuse the place elect Prince Guy Most voices shall he haue the Scepter ALL I ROB. Then Crowne him straight and henceforth let his name Be through the world call'd Guy of Lessingham All these desire it I consent with them Long liue Prince Guy King of Hierusalem Flourish GV. The Crowne is burst and parted from my head I feare the heauens are angry with your choice OLD D. Sonne Guy they are not By Diuine instinct The heauens haue lent me a Propheticke spirit This she wes thy troublous raigne mutines from farre Shall fright thy Townes and Prouinces with warre GV. If it be nothing else Crowne me againe We haue a heart our Kingdome to maintaine What honours do my brothers heads awaite ROB. Prince Eustace you shall weare this Crowne of State Be King of Sicil and command that Isle Lord Charles the crowne of Cyprus longs to you That in the fight the King of Cyprus slue One generall voyce at once proclaime them Kings Flourish CHA. In memory of this solemnity Here will I leaue this Scutchion borne by mee That in what coast so e're my bones be laid This shield may be an honour to my Trade EVST. Mine shall hang there a trophee of my fame My Trade is famous by King Eustace name GVY. In memory a king hath borne this shield I adde these Challices to this Argent Field GODF. In honour of my first profession That shield in all these warres by Godfrey borne I crowne this Maids head with a wreath of Thorne OLD D. Oh were my daughter here this ioy to see How light her soule how glad would my heart bee TANC. VVould I had now my loue GVY. Or I that Dame That addes to beauties sunne a brighter flame ROB. VVere the faire virgine here I would renowne Her glorious beauty with the English Crowne EVST. Princes I le fit you all Lady come forth Enter BELLA FRANCA BELL. The louely Princes TAN. Faire Mistresse CHA. Lady GODF. Madame GV. Honoured Saint BELL. Nay pardon me loue comes not by constraint But Princes will you grant me patience Before I part I meane to please you all First holy Patriarch tell me of all others Whom in the world you most desire to see OLD D. My daughter BELL. Prince Godfrey Charles and Eustace whom say you ALL Next your selfe our sister BELL. And whom you TAN. My loue BELL. Who 's that TANC. Your honoured selfe faire Maid BELL. Nay I 'le make good the words that I haue said Father I giue a daughter to your hand Brothers behold here doth your sister stand Tancred behold the Lady you once ceas'd Onely I leaue Prince Robert here displeas'd OLD D. My daughter Bella Franca BRO. Sister TANC. Loue OLD D. I am to happy and too full of ioy Heauen powres on me more good then I can beare I that before was steru'd now surfet here ROB. Princes and Lady nothing can displease vs For we pertake in all this glad content And with applause reioyce this accident Tancred reioyce your loue and you your friends Where you beginne with marriage our loue ends Kings kings Peeres to heauen ascribe the glory Whilst we to Chronicles report this story GV. Make loue vnto my sister 't is most strange Now Guy I would thy hadst thy French loue here My heart should grant her what I then refus'd Now hauing got this state of dignity I grieue that I haue so obdurate beene But for amends would make her Syons Queene EVST. And well remembred brother I must now Entreate you for a pretty boy your Page That hath on some occasion stray'd from you GV. Oh brother where 's the villaine EVST. Pardon him and I will tell you GV. Great were th' offence I would not cleare for you EVST. The poore boy brother stayes within my Tent But so disguis'd you cannot know him now For hee 's turn'd wench and but I know the wagge To be a ioy to see him thus transform'd I should haue sworne he had bene a we◠indeed GV. Pray let me see him brother in that habite I would not loose the villaine for more gold Then Syon would be sold for he will blush To be tane tardy in his Maids attire EVST. You haue pardoned him GV. I haue EVST. Then lacke appeare Enter the French Lady Nay blush not to be in your womans geere GV. Leape heart dance spirit be merry iocund soule 'T is she vndoubtedly FREN. LAD. You know me then GV. I do 't was that disguise That all this while hath blinded my cleere eyes EVST. Fie are you not asham'd to kisse a boy And in your armes to graspe him with such ioy GV. She is no boy you do mistake her quite EVST. A boy a Page a wagtaile by this light VVhat say you sister BELL. Sure he told me so For if he be a maide I made him one EVST. Do not mistake the sex man for he 's none It is a rogue a wag his name is Iack A notable dissembling lad a Crack GVY. Brother 't is you that are deceiu'd in her Beshrew her she hath beene my bedfellow A yeare and more yet I had not the grace Brothers receiue a sister reuerent father Accept a daughter whilst I take a wife And of a great Kings daughter make a Queene This is the beauteous virgin the French Lady To whom my fortune still remaines in debt EVST. A Lady then I cry you mercy brother A gallant Bride would I had such another FREN. L. A wondrous change she that your Page hath beene Is now at length transform'd to be your Queene Pardon me Guy my loue drew me along No shamelesse lust GVY. Faire Saint I did you wrong If fortune had not bene your friend in this You had not laine thus long without a kisse Father embrace her brothers sister all OLD D. This fortune makes our ioyes meere comicall The fame of our successe all Europe rings The father Patriarch sees his sonnes all Kings ROB. The heauens are full of bounty then braue Princes First in the Temple hang these Trophies vp As a remembrance of your fortunes past You good old father weare your Patriarchs Roabes Prince Godfrey walke you with your Crowne of Thorns Guy with his Lady Tancred with his wife Charles with his Crowne of Cyprus and yong Eustace Crown'd with the rich Sicilian Diadem I with the honour of the Pagans deaths So in Procession walke we to CHRISTS Tombe With humble hearts to pay our Pilgrimes vowes Repaire we to our Countries that once done For Syon and Ierusalem are wonne Exeunt Omnes FINIS
to foure Trades Godfrey my eldest boy I haue made a Mercer Guy my next sonne enrol'd in Gold-smithes Trade My third sonne Charles bound to an Haberdasher Yong Eustace is a Grocer all high borne Yet of the Citty-trades they haue no scorne Thus bare necessity hath made me seeke Some refuge to sustaine our pouerty And hauing plac't my sonnes in such a sort The little wealth I haue left I leaue to thee My selfe will trauaile to the holy Land And ere I lie within the earths vaste wombe Pay my deuoute vowes at my Sauiours Tombe BELL. Was that the cause you sent for my foure brothers EVRLE. Their wished sight will cheere my aged heart And I will blesse them all before I part Enter GODFREY GVY CHARLES and EVSTACE like Apprentices GODF. I wonder brothers why my father hath sent for vs thus earely that all businesse set apart wee must meete together this morning GVY. I know not the reason I had much ado to get leaue of my Maister to be spared from my attendance in the Shop and seruing of Customers CHA. 'Faith as soone as I heard but the messenger say my father must speake with mee I left my Tanakrd to guard the Conduit and away came I EVST. I beshrew him I should haue bene at breake-fast with two or three good boyes this morning but that match is disappointed by this meeting BELL. See where my brothers are already come EARLE Godfrey Guy Charles yong Eustace all at once Diuide a fathers blessing in foure parts And share my prayers amongst you equally First Godfrey tell mee how thou lik'st thy Trade And knowing in thy thoughts what thou hast ben How canst thou brooke to be as thou art now GODF. Bound must obey Since I haue vndertooke To serue my Maister truely for seuen yeares My duty shall both answere that desire And my old Maisters profite euery way I praise that Citty which made Princes Trades-men Where that man noble or ignoble borne That would not practise some mechanicke skill Which might support his state in penury Should die the death not sufferd like a drone To sucke the hony from the publicke Hiue I hold it no disparage to my birth Though I be borne an Earle to haue the skill And the full knowledge of the Mercers Trade And were I now to be create a new It should not grieue me to haue spent my time The secrets of so rich a Trade to know By which aduantage and much profites grow EAR. Well hast thou done to ouercome thy fate Making thy minde conformed to thy state How likes my Guy the Gold-smithes faculty GVY. As a good refuge in extremity Say I be borne a Prince and be cast downe By some sinister chance or fortunes frowne Say I be banisht when I haue a Trade And in my selfe a meanes to purchase wealth Though my state waste and towring honours fall That still stayes with mee in the extream'st of all EARLE What saies my third sonne Charles CHAR. If I should say I would not brooke those bonds Which God and fate and you haue tied me in You would be preaching disobedience Or should I say the Citty-trades are base For such a great mans sonnes to take on them Your fatherly regard would straight aduise mee To chastise my rebellious thoughts and say Sonne you by this may liue another day Therefore as my two brothers I reply You aske mee if I like it I say I EARLE What saies my yongest boy EVST. Father I say Hawking is a pretty sport And Hunting is a Princely exercise To ride a great horse oh 't is admirable EARL Eustace I know it is but to my question How canst thou brooke to be a Prentise boy EVST. Mee thinkes I could endure it for seuen yeares Did not my Maister keepe me in too much I cannot goe to breake-fast in a morning With my kinde mates and fellow-Prentises But he cries Eustace one bid Eustace come And my name Eustace is in euery roome If I might once a weeke but see a Tilting Sixe daies I would fall vnto my businesse close And ere the weekes end winne that idle day Hee will not let mee see a mustering Nor in a May-day morning fetch in May I am no sooner got into the Fencing-schoole To play a venew with some friend I bring But Eustace Eustace all the streete must ring Hee will allow me not one howr for sport I must not strike a foote-ball in the streete But hee will frowne not view the dancing-schoole But hee will misse me straight not suffer mee So much as take vp cudgels in the streete But hee will chide I must not go to buffets No though I bee prouoked that 's the hell Were 't not for this I could endure it well EARLE Sonnes yee must all forget your birth and honors And looke into the times necessity I know yee are perswaded Thinke not sonnes the names of Prentice can disparage you For howsoeuer of you esteem'd they bee Euen Kings themselues haue of these Trades beene free I made a vow to see the holy Land And in the same my Sauiours Sepulchre Hauing so well dispos'd you I will now First blesse you Boyes and then preferre my vow GODF. With much ado do I containe my spirit Within these bandes that haue inclos'd me round Though now this case the noble Sunne doth shroud Time shall behold that Sunne breake through this clowd GVY. My Genius bids my soule haue patience And sayes I shall not be a Prentise long I scorne it not but yet my spirits aime To haue this hand catch at the Crowne of Fame CHAR. An Haberdasher is the Trade Ivse But the soft wool feeles in my hand like steele And I could wish each hat comes through my hand Were turn'd into an Helmet and each Helmet Vpon a Souldiers head for me to lead Warre is the walke which I desire to tread EVST. I am a Grocer Yet had rather see A faire guilt sword hung in a veluet sheath Then the best Barbary sugar in the world Were it a freight of price inestimable I haue a kinde of prompting in my braine That sayes Though I be bound to a sweete Trade I must forgoe it I keepe too much in I would fast from meate and drinke a Summers day To see swords clash or view a desperate fray EARLE Bridle these humours sonnes expell them cleane And your high Spirits within your breasts containe Whilst I my tedious Pilgrimage prepare To spend my age in pouerty and prayer My first-borne first fare-well my second next Charles Eustace Daughter Heere my blessings say Your wishes beare mee on my sacred way Exit GODF. Euen to the place you trauaile there to ascend With those deuoute prayers you to heauen commend Brothers since wee are now as strangers here Yet by our fathers prouident care so plac'd That wee may liue secure from penury So let vs please our Maisters by our care That we our ruin'd fortunes may repaire GVY. Brother if I knew where to
graue My friendship and my seruice you shall haue EVST. Well fortune hath preseru'd me to some end It is for some thing that I did not sinke When the salt waues my mouth and eares did drinke I might haue fed the Haddockes but some power Is my good Maister and preserues me still Well sword in all my troubles stand me by Thou art bound to winne me somewhat ere I die Enter the Clowne and the Villaine Dragging the old Earle violently and rifling him CLO. Giue vs the gold my Captaine you you old Anatomy VILL. Gray-beard deliuer or you are but dead EARLE Take it my friends full little needs this strife First take the gold and after take my life CLOVV. Nay you old Iack a lent sixe weekes and vpwards though you be our Captaines father you cannot stay there and for surety that you shall not go back and tell him what we haue done to you wee 'le kill you and fling you into some Cole-pit VILL. Content and when wee haue done wee will returne him word we haue conducted thee past all danger of the Mountaines And now prepare thee for the fatall stroke EARLE Thou dost mee a great kindnesse let it come God take my soule now when thou wilt strike home EVST. He strikes his owne soule downe to Erebus That lifts a sword that shall but touch his haire IRISH. And by S. Patrick I 'le make him Garter his hose with his guts that strikes any stroke here CLOVV. Whom haue wee here a Gentleman and his water-spaniell Let 's robs them too and after kill thee VILL. Content content Sirra stand EVST. Yes I will stand base wretch when thou shalt fall And strike thee dead and trampling on thy bulke By stamping with my foote crush out thy soule Take that you slaue for bidding Eustace stand Hee beates them both away Now father go in peace EAR. Thankes my faire sonne By whose stout valour I haue freedome wonne I can bestow vpon you nought but thankes Vnlesse you will diuide this gold with me EVST. No father keepe it thou art old and poore But when I want my sword shall purchase more apart to himselfe EAR. By vewing him my former griefes abound Euen such a one was Eustace that was drown'd Which had hee liu'd his stature yeares and all Would haue resembled his so streight so tall So faire so strong of such a worthy spirit But his blest soule by this doth heauen inherit Griefe for his death so neere my heart doth dwell That for my life I cannot say fare-well Exit EVST. The Captaines father whom the slaues had kil'd Had not our comming interuented them Resembles mine in gesture face and looke But the old Earle my father is by this Within the wals of faire Ierusalem Else had I had surely tooke this aged man T' haue askt him blessing But what next cusues I find these Mountaines will be full of newes Enter Charles Clowne Villaine and the Crew CLOVV. Captaine a prize we two were assailed by two hundred and of them two hundred we kil'd all but these two These are the remainder of them that are left aliue CHAR. Go two or three of you and fetch them in If they resist you take their weapons from them CLO. I had rather some body else should attempt them then I now But since their is no other remedy Giue me three or foure of the stourest of our crew and then GOD and S. Anthony EVST. More Theeues and villaines haue begirt vs round Now Eustace for the honour of thy name Returne them to their Captaine backe with shame Hee sets vpon them all and beates them CHAR. Now by mine honour the best peece of flesh That euer in these woods held Out-law play Euen such a spirit had Eustace when he liu'd We must not loose this Gallant if wee can Wee 'le striue to make him our Companion EVST. Yee slaues I le beate you all into a mouse-hole And like a baited Lyon at a stake Kill all the curres that come but neere to barke Yee Guls haue yee no better men amongst you Defie your Captaine from me here I stand To dare him to a combat hand to hand CHAR. I were a Bastard not my fathers sonne Should I refuse it EVST. By all the land I haue left me in the world that 's but my graue Captaine thou honorest me CHAR. By all the wealth I brought into these woods That 's but my sword thou dost the like to me Thou shalt haue faire play Gallant by mine honour EVST. False was my mother to my fathers bed If I should aske more oddes of Hercules CHAR. Hee dies vpon my sword disturbes our fray Or in the fight dares disaduantage thee EVST. Were I the world-commanding Alexander I would make thee my Ephestion for that word I loue thee for thy valour Captaine Thiefe CHAR. 'T is that preserues thee from our violence An honour'd minde lies in this Out-lawes shape So much I rekon of thy cheualry That wert thou maister of an Indian Mine Thou should'st not be diminisht one denier Securely fight thy purse is sanctuary'd And in this place shall beard the proudest Theife EVS. An honour'd minded villaine by my sword A right good fellow and an honest Theife If I should haue thee prostrate at my mercy I will not kill thee for thy liberall offer Yet winne it lad and take it without faile I scorne to haue my purse go vnder baile CHA. He goes beyond me in heroicke thoughts To thine I stake downe this stand all apart He that steps in be subiect to our curses And now the betterman take both the purses EVST. It is a match I 'le seize them to thy griefe Now True man try if thou canst rob a Thiefe They fight as they are fighting enter BELLA FRANCA pursued by an Out-law shee runnes betwixt them and parts them BELL. If yee were borne of women aid a woman CHAR. Why what 's the matter BELL. Oh turne the edges of your swords 'gainst him That in the Forrest would haue rauisht mee CHAR. Cease thy pursuite and stranger pause a while To heare the tenour of this Ladies plaint EVST. Why then Kings truce But let the purses lie They 'le fall to my aduantage by and by CHAR. Now tell me Lady what 's your suite to mee BELL. To saue my life from foule inchastity For passing by these Countries on my way To pay my zealous vowes in Golgotha Attended onely by a little page This villaine with a crew of russian thieues Seiz'd what we had first haled my page from me And after would haue wrackt my chastity But being swift of foote feare lent me wings Hither I hope in happy time to flie Either to saue mine honour or to die CHA. Thy honour and thy life are both secur'd And for a Ladies sake you much resemble Command my sword my subiects and my caue Where succour all offencelesse you shall haue Sirra go you and scoure about the hill CLOVV. I go BELL. How like is