THE four Prentices of London. With the Conquest of jerusalem. As it hath been diverse times Acted, at the Red Bull, by the queen's majesties Servants. Written by THOMAS HEYWOOD.  
 
Printed at London for I. W. 1615.   

To the honest and high-spirited Prentices The Readers.  
TO you (as whom this Play most especially concerns) I thought good to dedicate this Labour, which though written many years since, in my Infancy of judgement in this kind of Poetry, and my first practice: yet understanding (by what means I know not) it was in these more exquisite & refined Times to come to the Press, in such a forwardness ere it came to my knowledge, that it was past prevention, and knowing withal, that it comes short of that accurateness both in Plot and Style, that these more Censorious days with greater curiosity acquire, I must thus excuse. That as Plays were then some fifteen or sixteen years ago it was in the fashion. Nor could it have found a more seasonable and fit publication then at this Time, when, to the glory of our Nation, the security of the Kingdom, and the honour of the City, they have begun again the commendable practice of long forgotten Arms, the continuance of which I wish, the discipline approve, and the encouragement thereof even with my soul applaud. In which great and hoped good they deserve not the least attribute of approbation: who, in the dull and sleepy time of peace, first wakened the remembrance of these arms in the Artillery garden, which begun out of their voluntary affections, prosecuted by their private industries, and continued at their own proper cost and charge, deserves in my opinion, not only respect and regard, but recompense and reward. But to return again to you, my brave spirited Prentices, upon whom I have freely bestowed these four I I wish you all, that have their courages and forwardness, their noble Fates and Fortunes,  
Yours,  
Thomas Heywood.   

Drammatis Personae.  

The old Earl of Bulloyne.  
His four sons. 

Godfrey.  
Guy.  
Charles.  
Eustace.    
Bella Franca his daughter.  
An English Captain.  
Robert of Normandy.  
The French king's daughter.  
Tancred a Prince of Italy.  
The soldan of Babylon.  
The Sophy of Persia.  
Turnus.  
Moretes.  
A Chorus, or presenter.  
Mutes.  
The French King.  
The Bullenois.  
Bandetti.  
Irishmen.  
Ambushes of Pagans.  
The Clown.    

The Prologue.  Enter three in black cloaks, at three doors. 
1 WHat mean you, my masters, to appear thus before your times? Do you not know that I am the Prologue? Do you not see this long black velvet cloak upon my back? Have you not sounded thrice? Do I not look pale, as fearing to be out in my speech? Nay, have I not all the signs of a Prologue about me? Then, to what end come you to interrupt me?  
2 I have a Prologue to speak too.  
3 And I another.  
1 O superfluous, and more than ever I heard of! three Prologues to one play!  
2 Have you not seen three ropes to toll one bell, three doors to one house, three ways to one town?  
1 I grant you: but I never heard of any that had three heads to one body, but Cerberus. But what doth your Prologue mean?  
2 I come to excuse the name of the Play?  
3 I the errors in the Play.  
1 And I the Author that made the Play. Touching the name, why is it called, True and Strange, or The four Prentices of London? A Gentleman that heard the subject discoursed, said it was not possible to be true; and none here are bound to believe it.  
2 'tis true, that Alexander at thirty years of age conquered the whole world; but strange he should do so. If we should not believe things recorded in former ages, we were not worthy that succeeding times should believe things done in these our ages.  
1 But what authority have you for your History? I am one of those that will believe nothing that is not in the Chronicle.  
2 Our authority is a Manuscript, a book writ in parchment; which not being public, nor general in the world, we rather thought fit to exemplify to the public censure, things concealed and obscured, such as are not common with every one, than such Historical Tales as every one can tell by the fire in Winter. Had not ye rather, for novelties sake, see jerusalem ye never saw, than London that ye see hourly? So much touching the name of our History.  
1 You have satisfied me; and, I hope, all that hear me. Now what have you to speak concerning the errors in the Play?  
3 We acknowledge none: For the errors we could find, we would willingly amend; but if these clear-sighted Gentlemen, with the eyes of their judgements, looking exactly into us, find any imperfections which are hid from ourselves, our request is, you would rather look over them, then through them, not with a troubled eye, that makes one object to seem two, but with a favourable eye, which hath power in itself to make many to seem none at all.  
1 Oh now I understand you. Three Prologues to our Play, pardon me, you'ave need of three hundred, methinks, and all little enough. But to end our beginning in a word. Thus much by the patience of these Gentlemen.  
Spectators, should you oppose your judgements against us: where we are three, which some would think too many; were we three thousand, we think ourselves to few. Our Author submits his labours to you, as the Authors of all the content he hath within this circumference.  

But for your sakes, this only we dare say,  
We promised you, and we'll perform a Play.    

The four Prentices OF LONDON.  
Actus primus,  
Scoena prima.  Enter the old Earl of Boloigne, and his daughter BELLA FRANCA. earl. 

DAughter, thou seest how Fortune turns her wheel.  
we that but late were mounted up aloft,  
lulled in the skirt of that inconstant Dame,  
Are now thrown headlong by her ruthless hand,  
To kiss that earth whereon our feet should stand.  
What censuring eye, that sees me thus deject,  
Would take this shape to be that famous Duke,  
Which hath made Boloigne through the world renowned,  
And all our race with fame and honour crowned?   BELL. 

But father how can you endure a slave  
To triumph in your fortunes; and here stand  
In soul deject, and banished from your land?   earl. 

I'll tell thee Girl. The French King, and myself,  
Upon some terms grew in a strange debate,  
And taking careful vantage of the time,  
Whilst I with all my powers, in aid of William  
The Norman Duke, now English Conqueror,  
Was busily employed; he seized my right,  
Planting another, and supplanting me.  
This is the ground of my extremity.   BEL. 

If for King William's sake now Conqueror,  
You lost your birthright and inheritance:  
How comes it that he sees you in this state,  
And lifts not up your fortunes ruinate?   earl. 

A conquered Kingdom is not easily kept,  
He hath so much ado to guard his own,  
That mine is buried in oblivion;  
And I am forced to lose the name of Earl,  
And live in London like a Citizen.  
My four sons are bound prentice to four Trades.  
Godfrey my eldest boy I have made a Mercer;  
Guy my next son, enrolled in goldsmith's Trade;  
My third son Charles bound to an Haberdasher;  
Young Eustace is a Grocer: all high borne,  
Yet of the City-trades they have no scorn.  
Thus bare necessity hath made me seek  
Some refuge, to sustain our poverty.  
And having placed my sons in such a sort,  
The little wealth I have left, I leave to thee.  
myself will travail to the holy Land;  
And ere I lie within the earth's vast womb,  
Pay my devout vows at my saviours Tomb.   BELL. 
Was that the cause you sent for my four brothers?  EVRLE. 

Their wished sight will cheer my aged heart:  
And I will bless them all before I part.   Enter GODFREY, GVY, CHARLES, and EUSTACE, like Apprentices. GODF. 
I wonder, brothers, why my father hath sent for us thus early: that, all business set apart, we must meet together this morning.  GVY. 
I know not the reason. I had much ado to get leave of my Master to be spared from my attendance in the Shop, and serving of Customers.  CHA. 
i'faith as soon as I heard but the messenger say, my father must speak with me: I left my tankard to guard the Conduit; and away came I.  EVST. 
I beshrew him, I should have been at breakfast with two or three good boys this morning: but that match is disappointed by this meeting.  BELL. 
See where my brothers are already come.  earl. 

Godfrey, Guy, Charles, young Eustace all at once,  
Divide a father's blessing in four parts,  
And share my prayers amongst you equally.  
First Godfrey, tell me how thou lik'st thy Trade?  
And knowing in thy thoughts what thou hast been,  
How canst thou brook to be as thou art now?   GODF. 

Bound must obey: Since I have undertook  
To serve my Master truly for seven years,  
My duty shall both answer that desire,  
And my old masters profit every way.  
I praise that City which made Princes Tradesmen:  
Where that man, noble or ignoble borne,  
That would not practise some mechanic skill.  
Which might support his state in penury,  
Should die the death; not suffered like a drone,  
To suck the honey from the public Hive.  
I hold it no disparaged to my birth,  
Though I be borne an Earl, to have the skill  
And the full knowledge of the mercer's Trade.  
And were I now to be created a new,  
It should not grieve me to have spent my time  
The secrets of so rich a Trade to know,  
By which advantage and much profits grow.   EAR. 

Well hast thou done to overcome thy fate,  
Making thy mind conformed to thy state.  
How likes my Guy, the goldsmith's faculty.   GVY. 

As a good refuge in extremity.  
Say I be borne a Prince, and be cast down  
By some sinister chance, or fortune's frown:  
Say I be banished: when I have a Trade,  
And in myself a means to purchase wealth,  
Though my state waste, and towering honours fall,  
That still stays with me in the extremest of all.   earl. 
What says my third son Charles?  CHAR. 

If I should say I would not brook those bonds,  
Which God, and fate, and you, have tied me in;  
You would be preaching disobedience.  
Or should I say the City-trades are base  
For such a great man's sons to take on them:  
Your fatherly regard would straight advise me  
To chastise my rebellious thoughts; and say,  
Son, you by this may live another day.  
Therefore, as my two brothers, I reply;  
You ask me if I like it; I say I.   earl. 
What says my youngest boy?  EVST. 

Father, I say, Hawking is a pretty sport,  
And Hunting is a Princely exercise;  
To ride a great horse, oh 'tis admirable!   EARL. 

Eustace I know it is: but to my question.  
How canst thou brook to be a Prentice, boy?   EVST. 

methinks I could endure it for seven years,  
Did not my Master keep me in too much.  
I cannot go to breakfast in a morning  
With my kind mates and fellow-prentices,  
But he cries Eustace, one bid Eustace come:  
And my name Eustace is in every room.  
If I might once a week but see a Tilting,  
six days I would fall unto my business close,  
And ere the weeks end win that idle day.  
He will not let me see a mustering,  
Nor in a May-day morning fetch in May.  
I am no sooner got into the Fencing-school,  
To play a venew with some friend I bring;  
But Eustace, Eustace, all the street must ring.  
He will allow me not one hour for sport.  
I must not strike a football in the street,  
But he will frown: not view the dancing-school,  
But he will miss miss straight: not suffer me  
So much as take up cudgels in the street,  
But he will chide: I must not go to buffets;  
No, though I be provoked; that's the hell,  
Were't not for this, I could endure it well.   earl. 

sons, ye must all forget your birth and honours,  
And look into the Time's necessity.  
I know ye are persuaded: Think not, sons, the names of Prentice can disparaged you.  
For howsoever of you esteemed they be,  
Even Kings themselves have of these Trades been free.  
I made a vow to see the holy Land,  
And in the same my saviours Sepulchre.  
Having so well disposed you; I will now  
First bless you Boys, and then prefer my vow.   GODF. 

With much ado, do I contain my spirit.  
Within these bands, that have enclosed me round.  
Though now this case the noble Sun doth shroud;  
Time shall behold that Sun break through this cloud.   GVY. 

My Genius bids my soul have patience,  
And says I shall not be a Prentice long.  
I scorn it not: but yet my spirits aim,  
To have this hand catch at the Crown of Fame.   CHAR. 

An Haberdasher is the Trade juse:  
But the soft wool feels in my hand like steel:  
And I could wish each hat comes through my hand  
Were turned into an Helmet, and each Helmet  
Upon a soldiers head, for me to lead.  
War is the walk which I desire to tread.   EVST. 

I am a Grocer: Yet had rather see  
A fair guilt sword hung in a velvet sheath,  
Than the best Barbary sugar in the world;  
Were it a freight of price inestimable.  
I have a kind of prompting in my brain,  
That says; Though I be bound to a sweet Trade,  
I must forego it, I keep too much in.  
I would fast from meat and drink a Summer's day,  
To see swords clash, or view a desperate fray.   earl. 

Bridle these humours sons, expel them clean,  
And your high Spirits within your breasts contain:  
Whilst I my tedious Pilgrimage prepare,  
To spend my age in poverty and prayer.  
My first-born, first farewell; my second next:  
Charles, Eustace, Daughter: Here my blessings say,  
Your wishes bear me on my sacred way.   Exit. GODF. 

even to the place you travail, there to ascend  
With those devout prayers you to heaven commend.  
Brothers, since we are now as strangers here,  
Yet by our father's provident care so placed,  
That we may live secure from penury:  
So let us please our Masters by our care,  
That we our ruined fortunes may repair.   GVY. 

Brother, if I knew where to go to war,  
I would not stay in London one hour longer.   CHAR. 
An hour! By heaven I would not stay a minute.  EVST. 

A minute! not a moment. Would you put a moment  
Into a thousand parts, that thousandth part  
Would not I linger, might I go to war.  
Why, I would presently run from my Master,  
Did I but hear where were a drum to follow.   BELL. 
Would you so brother?  EVST. 
I good faith, sweet Sister,  
I would show him as fine a pair of heels, as light and nimble, as any the neatest cork shoe in all the Town turns up: I would i'faith.  BELL. 
And leave me here alone?  GVY. 

Alone? why sister,  
Can you be left alone 'mongst multitudes?  
London is full of people everywhere.   GODF. 

Well, leave this jesting: we forget ourselves.  
Sister, we'll have you to our father's house,  
T'enjoy the small possessions left you there:  
Return we to our Masters and our charge,  
Left seeking this our loitering to excuse,  
With forged inventions we their ears abuse.   Sound a Drum within softly. 

I hear a drum. I have as much power to sit,  
Sort out my wares, and scribble on a Shopboard,  
When I but hear the music of a drum,  
As to abstain from meat when I am hungry.  
I'll know what news before I stir a foot.   CHAR. 

By heaven I am enamoured of this tune,  
'Tis the best Music in the world to me.   EVST. 

My legs are marching straight when I but hear it.  
Ran, tan, tan: Oh I could lead a drum  
With a good grace, if I but saw behind me  
An hundred soldiers follow in even ranks.  
Had I but here a band of men to lead,  
Methinks I could do wonders: Oh 'tis brave  
To be a Captain, and command to have.   Enter after a Drum, a Captain with a Proclamation. CAP. 
All Commanders, Captains, Lieutenants, Gentlemen of companies, Sergeants, Corporals, or common Soldiers whatsoever, that will accompany to the holy wars at Jerusalem, Robert Duke of Normandy the king's son: they shall have pay and place, according to their deserts. And so God save King William Surnamed the Conqueror.  Exit Drum and Captain. EVST. 
Ran, tan, tan. Now by S. George, he tells gallant news: I'll home no more; I'll' run away tonight.  GVY. 

If I cast Bole, or Spoon, or Salt again,  
Before I have beheld Jerusalem,  
Let me turn Pagan.   CHAR. 

Hats and Caps adieu:  
For I must leave you, if the Drum say true.   GODF. 

Nay then have with you brothers; for my spirit  
With as much vigour hath burst forth as thine,  
And can as hardly be restrained as yours.  
Give me your hands I will consort you too:  
Let's try what London Prentices can do.   EVST. 

For my Trade's sake, if good success I have,  
The Grocers Arms shall in mine Ensign wave.   GVY. 

And if my valour bring me to command,  
The goldsmith's Arms shall in my colours stand.   GODF. 

So of us all: then let us in one ship  
Launch all together: and as we are brothers,  
So let us enter zealous amity,  
And still prevail by our united strength.  
I know our hearts are one; sister farewell.  
Trust me in vain you should persuade our stay:  
For we are bent, consort us with your prayers.   ALL. 
Farewell.  BELL. 
Farewell.  GODF. 
God!  GVY. 
Heaven.  CHAR. 
Fate.  EVST. 
Fortune.  GODF. 
Make us happy men, To win.  GVY. 
Wear.  CHAR. 
Vanquish.  EVST. 
Overcome.  Exeunt. BEL. 
Amen.  

Have you all left me midst a world of strangers,  
Here only to myself: not to protect me,  
Or to defend me from apparent wrong?  
Since it is so, I'll follow after you:  
In some disguise I will pursue their steps,  
And unto God and fortune yield myself.  
Toward sea they are gone, and unto sea must I,  
A virgin's unexpected fate to try.   Exit. Enter marching ROBERT of Normandy, the Captain, the four brethren, Drum, and Soldiers. Enter the PRESENTER. PRE. 

Thus have you seen these brothers shipped to Sea,  
Bound on their voyage to the holy Land,  
All bent to try their fortunes in one Bark.  
Now to avoid all dilatory news,  
Which might withhold you from the story's pith,  
And substance of the matter we intend:  
I must entreat your patience to forbear,  
Whilst we do feast your eye, and starve your ear.  
For in dumb shows, which were they writ at large,  
Would ask a long and tedious circumstance:  
Their infant fortunes I will soon express,  
And from the truth in no one point digress.  
Ye have seen the father of these four fair sons,  
Already gone his weary pilgrimage:  
Godfrey, Guy, Charles, and Eustace, priest to sea  
To follow Robert Duke of Normandy.  
Imagine now ye see the air made thick  
With stormy tempests, that disturb the sea:  
And the four winds at war among themselves:  
And the weak barks wherein the brother's sail,  
Split on strange rocks, and they enforced to swim:  
To save their desperate lives: where what befell them  
Dispersed to several corners of the world,  
We will make bold to explain it in dumb Show:  
For from their fortunes all our Scene must grow,   Enter with a Drum on one side certain Spaniards; on the other side certain Citizens of Bullen: the Spaniards insult upon them, and make them do them homage; to the Citizens enter GODFREY, as newly landed and half naked, confers with the Citizens, and by his instigation they set upon the Spaniards, and beat them away, they come to honour him, and he discloseth himself unto them; which done, they Crown him, and accept him for their Prince: and so Exeunt. 

Those Citizens you see were Bullonoyes,  
Kept under bondage of that tyrannous Earl,  
To whom the French King gave that ancient seat,  
Which to the wronged Pilgrim did belong.  
But in the height of his ambition,  
Godfrey, by Shipwreck thrown upon that Coast,  
Stirs up th'oppressed City to revolt:  
And by his valour was th' surper slain;  
The City from base bondage freed again.  
The men of Bulloigne, wondering what strong hand  
Had been the means of their deliverance,  
Besought him to make known his birth and state:  
Which Godfrey did. The people, glad to see  
Their natural Prince procure their liberty,  
Homage to him, create him Earl of Bulloigne;  
And repossess him in his father's seat.  
Where we will leave him having honour won;  
And now return unto the second son.   Enter the King of France, and his daughter walking: to them GVY: all wet. The Lady entreateth her father for his entertainment: which is granted; and rich clothes are put about him: & sic Exeunt. 

As the French King did with his daughter walk  
By the Seaside: from far they might espy  
One on a rafter float upon the waves,  
Who as he drew more near unto the shore,  
They might discern a man, though basely clad,  
Yet sparks of honour kindled in his eyes.  
Him at first sight the beauteous Lady loves;  
And prays her father to receive him home:  
To which the King accords; and in his Court  
Makes him a great and special Officer.  
There leave we Guy a gallant Courtier proved,  
And of the beauteous Lady well beloved.   Enter Bandettoes, with the Earl prisoner: Exeunt some of them with him to prison: Enter CHARLES all wet with his sword; fights with the rest, and kills their Captain: They yield and offer to make him their Captain, to which he agrees: & sic exeunt omnes. 

Charles the third son, is by the winds and waves  
Borne on a Plank as far as Italy,  
And lands just at a lofty mountains foot:  
Upon whose top a many outlawed Thieves,  
Bandetti, Bravoes, such as keep in Caves,  
Made their abode. This crew assails young Charles:  
Who in the bickering strikes their Captain dead.  
They wondering at his valour, and being now  
Without a Leader, humbly seek to him  
To be their Chieftain, and command their strength:  
Which at their earnest suit he undertakes.  
we leave him there, thinking his brothers drowned,  
Nor knowing yet his father there lies bound.   Enter a Corpse after it Irishmen mourning, in a dead March: to them enters EUSTACE, and talks with the chief mourner, who makes signs of consent, after burial of the Corpse, and so Exeunt. 

Eustace, the youngest of the four, was cast  
Upon the coast of Ireland; and from thence  
He comes to travail to Jerusalem;  
Supposing his three brethren drowned by sea.  
Thus have you seen these four, that were but now  
All in one Fleet, a many thousand leagues  
Severed from one another: Guy in France,  
Godfrey in Bulloigne, Charles in Italy,  
Eustace in Ireland 'mongst the Irish kerns.  
Yet Gentlemen, the self same wind and fortune  
That parted them, may bring them altogether.  
Their sister follows them with zealous feet:  
Be patient, ye will wonder when they meet.  
four London Prentices will ere they die,  
Advance their towering fame above the sky;  
And win such glorious praise as never fades,  
Unto themselves and honour of their Trades.  
Grant them your wonted patience to proceed,  
And their keen swords shall make the Pagans bleed.   Exit. Enter GVY, and the Lady of France. lady. 

Fie stranger, can a skin so white and soft  
Cover an heart obdurate, hard as flint?  
Since I first saw thee floating on the waves,  
The fire of love flew from your radiant eye,  
Which like a Sunbeam pierced unto my heart.   GVY. 

Sweet Lady, all my powers I owe to you:  
For by your favour I ascend this height,  
Which seats me in the favour of a Prince.  
A Prince, that did he know me, in the stead private to himself.  
Of doing me honour would cut off my head.  
He did exile my father; cast me down;  
And spurred with envious hate, distressed us all.  
Since fortune then, and the devouring Seas,  
Have robbed me of my brothers, and none left  
Of all my father's sons alive but I:  
Take this advantage, and be secret, Guy.  
Meet this occasion; and conclude with fate,  
To raise again thy father's ruined state.   LAD. 

Fie niggard, can you spend such precious breath,  
Speak to yourself so many words apart;  
And keep their sound from my attentive ear,  
Which save your words no music loves to hear?   GVY. 
What would you have me say?  lady. 

Would I might teach thee!  
Oh that I had the guidance of thy tongue! private.  
But what would that avail thee foolish Girl?  
Small hope in those instructions I should find,  
To rule your tongue, if not to guide your mind.   GV. 

My tongue, my thoughts, my heart, my hand, my sword,  
Are all your servants, Who hath done you wrong?   lady. 

I doubt not of your valour. But resolve me  
And tell me one thing truly I shall ask you.   GVY. 

Be't not my birth, no question I'll deny.  
Doubt not my truth for honour scorns to lie.   lady. 
I do believe you: Fair Knight do you love?  GVY. 

To ride a horse as well as any man;  
To make him mount, curvet, to leap, and spring;  
To chide the bit, to gallop, trot the ring.   lady. 

I did not ask you if you love to ride.  
Some thing I mean; which though my tongue deny,  
Look on me, you may read it in mine eye.  
But do you love?   GV. 

To march, to plant a battle, lead an Host,  
To be a Soldier and to go to war,  
To talk of Flanks, of Wings, of sconces, Holds,  
To see a sally, or to give a Charge,  
To lead a vanguard, Rearward, or main Host;  
By heaven I love it as mine own dear life.   lady. 

I know all this; your words are but delays.  
Could you not love a Lady that loves you?  
'Tis hard when women are enforced to woo.   Private. GV. 

Where is my man to bring me certain news,  
The king's Commission sends me to the wars:  
The villain loiters in my business.   lady. 

All this is from the matter gentle Knight:  
The king's Commission may be signed at leisure.  
What say you to my question?   GV. 
You would have me tell you true.  lady. 
Either speak true, or do not speak at all.  GV. 

Then as I am true Knight I honour you,  
And to your service will espouse my sword.  
I wish you as I wish the glorious Sun,  
That it may ever shine; without whose lustre  
Perpetual darkness should o'ershade the earth.  
But tell me Lady, what you mean by love.   lady. 

To love a Lady, is with heart entire  
To make her Mistress of his whole desire:  
To sigh for her, and for her love to weep;  
As his own heart her precious favours keep:  
Never be from her, in her bosom dwell;  
To make her presence heaven, her absence hell.  
Write Sonnets in her praise, admire her beauty:  
Attend her, serve her, count his service duty.  
Make her the sole commandress of his powers,  
And in the search of love, lose all his hours.   GV. 

'Tis pretty for some fool that could endure it:  
How near am I unto this love, sweet Lady?  
I love to mount a Steed, whose heavy trot  
Cracks all my sinews, makes my Armour crash:  
I love to march up to the neck in snow.  
To make my pillow of a cake of Ice,  
That in the morning, when I stretch my limbs,  
My hair hangs thick with dropping icicles,  
And my bright Arms be frozen to the earth.  
I love to see my face besmeared in blood:  
To have a gaping wound upon my flesh,  
Whose very mouth would make a Lady sound.  
I love no chamber-music; but a Drum,  
To give me hunts-up. Could your Grace endure  
To lie all night within a sheet of Mail,  
By a drawn sword that parts not from my side,  
Embrace a body full of wounds and scars,  
And hear no language but of blood and wars?  
Such is my life; such may my honour prove:  
Make war a Lady, I that Lady love.   LAD. 

Fie, fie, you run quite from thee by as clean,  
To love that dearly, which we hate so deadly.  
If love and I be one, you hate us both.   GVY. 

Then can I love no Lady by my troth.  
madam farewell; for under my command  
The King your father sends ten thousand men,  
To win the holy Town Jerusalem.  
Thither must I; esteeming your high honour  
Like a bright Comet and unmatched Star;  
But love no woman in the world, save war.   Exit. lady. 

Go flint; strike fire upon thy enemy's steel,  
Whilst I descend one step from fortune's wheel.  
Thou goest before, love bids me follow after:  
By thee, the King thy Lord must lose his daughter.   Exit. Enter CHARLES like an Outlaw, with bandits and thieves, and with the Clown. CHA. 

thieves, and good fellows, speak what should I call you?  
There's not a rogue among you that fears God,  
Nor one that hath a touch of honesty.  
Robbers, and knaves, and rascals all together,  
Sweet consort of vild villains list to me.  
Am not I well preferred to become Captain  
Unto a crew of such pernicious slaves?  
I shall have such a coil to make you Christians,  
And bring you to some shape of honesty,  
That ere I do it, I shall make your bodies  
Nothing but scarecrows, to hang round these Trees.   clown. 
Brave Captain courageous whom death cannot daunt; we have been all Gentlemen and Householders; But I was banished for nothing but getting of Bastards; but this fellow fled from Venice, for killing a man cowardly on the Rialto; some for one villainy, and some for another. Our Captain that you killed, and now supply his place, poisoned a worthy Merchant in the City with ratsbane; and flying hither, for his valour we made him our General. But now brave cavaliero, to thee alone we sing Honononero.  CHAR. 

Well, I must have you now turn honest Thieves.  
He that commits a rape, shall sure be hanged:  
He that commits a murder, shall be murdered  
With the same weapon that did act the deed.  
He that robs pilgrims, or poor Travellers,  
That for devotions sake do pass these Mountains,  
He shall be naked tied to arms of Trees,  
And in the days heat stung with Wasps and Bees.  
Ye slaves, I'll teach you some civility.   clown. 
Captain, what shall he be done withal, that lies with a wench with her will, if he be hung that lies with one against her well.  CHAR. 
I'll have him whipped.  CLOW. 
See, see, I think the Captain hath been a Cook in his time, he can fit sweet meat with sour sauce. But what a fool is our Captain, to prescribe Laws to Outlaws? If we would have kept the Laws before in the City, we needed not to have been driven now to lead our lives in the Country. But Captain, since you are our Captain, we will resign unto you all our treasures and prisoners, and our spoils. Take possession of them in God's name, that came to us in the devils name.  CHAR. 

Your prisoners, spoils, and treasure all bring forth,  
That I may seize them as mine own by right;  
As heir to him whom I have slain in fight.   Enter the Thieves bringing in the old Earl bound. earl. 

villains I know you drag me to my death:  
And ye shall do me an exceeding grace.   CHAR. 
I am deceived but I have seen that face.  VILL. 
Come, come you old graybeard, you must before our Captain: if he say vive then live; if not, thou diest if thou were his father.  CHAR. 

Villain, thou liest if thou wert my brother:  
He shall not die. Upon your low knees fall,  
And ask him pardon, or I'll hang you all.   earl. 

tween joy and fear amazed in heart I stand:  
Doth my son Charles lead this unruly band.   CHAR. 

Your only son, and all the sons you have,  
And borne his father's desperate life to save.   earl. 

How camest thou here? why dost thou call thyself  
My only son? having three brothers more,  
Which unto me thy beauteous mother bore.   CHAR. 

Once we were four, all fellow-prentices;  
And after fellow-soldiers, priest to serve  
The good Duke Robert in his holy wars.  
But in a storm, our ships so bravely maned,  
Were wracked; and save myself none swam to land.  
They perished there: I by the waves and winds  
Was driven upon this Coast of Italy,  
Where landing naked, save my trusty sword,  
This crew of bold bandettoes set upon me:  
But in the dangerous fight, by chance I slew  
The luckless Captain of this damned crew:  
Who since have made me Captain, here to stay,  
Till fortune grant me a more prosperous way.   earl. 

Mine eyes have vowed to die the self same death  
My sons have done: son let me weep a while,  
To bring the like destruction to my eyen;  
These in salt tears; they in a sea of brine.   clown. 
Is this our captains father? what villains were we to use him so roughly?  VILL. 
If the old fornicator had but told us so much, we should have had the grace, either to have set him see, or fortune to have used him more gently.  CHAR. 

Since father we have met this happy day,  
Secure with me amongst these outlaws stay.   earl. 

Not for the world; since I have lost my sons,  
All outward joys are from my heart removed:  
Vain pleasures I abhor, all things defy,  
That teach not to despair, or how to die,  
Yet ere I leave the world I vow to see,  
His holy blessed Tomb that died for me.   CHA. 

Then take along with you this bag of gold  
To bear your charge in every Inn you come:  
Deny it not, relief is comfortable.   earl. 

Thanks my dear son, expense it will defray,  
And serve to deal to poor men by the way.  
And now farewell sweet Charles, thou all my sons,  
For now the last sand in my hourglass runs.   CHAR. 
Ye two conduct him safe beyond the mountains.  VILL. 
Shall I be one?  CLOW. 
And I another?  CHAR. 
Ye know the passages, be it your charge.  VILL. 

I am glad the silly man is weak and old:  
By heaven my fingers tickle at his gold.   CLOW. 
Old man is your purse afloat? I have vowed to cut his throat, but to have it every groat.  Exeunt. CHAR. 

And now return we to survey our Cave,  
Peruse our treasure got by rape and spoil,  
Though won by others, yet possessed by us:  
Yet henceforth shall be used no violence.  
I'll make these villains work in several Trades,  
And in these Forests make a Commonwealth.  
When them to civil nurture I can bring,  
They shall proclaim me of these mountains King.   Exeunt. Enter EUSTACE and his Irishman. EVST. 

I think these upright craggy mountain tops,  
Are (if the truth were known) high way to heaven:  
For it is straight, and narrow, and some places  
Are for the steepiness, inaccessible.  
Fair fall a rafter, and a gale of wind,  
Or I had gone to heaven away by water  
Nearer than this by land; that way they found,  
Who in the salt remorseless seas were drowned,  
My brothers, whom I dream on when I sleep;  
And my eyes waking at their fortunes weep.  
Forgetting them; the friendly Irish Coast  
Gave me safe harbour; thence I have travailed hither  
Even to these lofty hills of Italy,  
After Prince Robert Duke of Normandy.  
'Tis safer sitting in my masters Shop,  
Crying what lack you, then 'tis here to stay,  
To Wolves and wild beasts to be made a prey.   IRISH. 
Master, so Christ save me, I shall wait on thee; Wake for thee when thou sleepest, run for thee when thou biddest, and fly a thy errands, like a narrow from a bow, when thou wantest wine, or meat, to drink or eat, or any other necessary provision.  

Now I have left my best friend in the grave,  
My friendship and my service you shall have.   EVST. 

Well, fortune hath preserved me to some end.  
It is for some thing, that I did not sink,  
When the salt waves my mouth and ears did drink.  
I might have fed the Haddocks; but some power,  
Is my good Master, and preserves me still.  
Well, sword in all my troubles stand me by,  
Thou art bound to win me somewhat ere I die.   Enter the Clown and the Villain, Dragging the old Earl violently, and rifling him. CLO. 
Give us the gold my Captain you, you old Anatomy.  VILL. 
Graybeard deliver, or you are but dead.  earl. 

Take it my friends; full little needs this strife.  
First take the gold, and after take my life.   CLOW. 
Nay you old jack a lent, six weeks and upwards: though you be our captains father, you cannot stay there, and for surety that you shall not go back, and tell him what we have done to you, we'll kill you, and fling you into some Coalpit.  VILL. 
Content, and when we have done, we will return him word we have conducted thee past all danger of the Mountains: And now prepare thee for the fatal stroke.  earl. 

Thou dost me a great kindness, let it come;  
God take my soul, now when thou wilt strike home.   EVST. 

He strikes his own soul down to Erebus,  
That lifts a sword that shall but touch his hair.   IRISH. 
And by S. Patrick I'll make him Garter his hose with his guts, that strikes any stroke here.  CLOW. 
Whom have we here? a Gentleman and his water-spaniel? Let's robs them too, and after kill thee.  VILL. 
Content, content. Sirrah stand.  EVST. 

Yes I will stand, base wretch, when thou shalt fall;  
And strike thee dead, and trampling on thy bulk  
By stamping with my foot crush out thy soul.  
Take that you slave, for bidding Eustace stand.   He beats them both away. 
Now father go in peace.  EAR. 

Thanks my fair son,  
By whose stout valour I have freedom won.  
I can bestow upon you nought but thanks,  
Unless you will divide this gold with me.   EVST. 

No, father, keep it; thou art old and poor:  
But when I want, my sword shall purchase more.   apart to himself. EAR. 

By viewing him my former griefs abound,  
Even such a one was Eustace that was drowned:  
Which had he lived, his stature, years, and all,  
Would have resembled his, so straight, so tall,  
So fair, so strong, of such a worthy spirit.  
But his blessed soul, by this, doth heaven inherit.  
Grief for his death so near my heart doth dwell,  
That for my life I cannot say farewell.   Exit. EVST. 

The captains father, whom the slaves had killed  
Had not our coming intervened them,  
Resembles mine in gesture, face, and look.  
But the old Earl my father is by this  
Within the walls of fair jerusalem.  
Else had I had surely took this aged man  
T'have asked him blessing. But what next cusues?  
I find these Mountains will be full of news.   Enter Charles, Clown, Villain, and the Crew. CLOW. 
Captain, a prize! we two were assailed by two hundred, and of them two hundred. we killed all but these two. These are the remainder of them that are left alive.  CHAR. 

Go two or three of you, and fetch them in:  
If they resist you, take their weapons from them.   CLO. 
I had rather somebody else should attempt them then I now: But since their is no other remedy, Give me three or four of the stourest of our crew, and then GOD and S. Anthony.  EVST. 

More Thieves and villains have begirt us round.  
Now Eustace, for the honour of thy name,  
Return them to their Captain back with shame.   He sets upon them all, and beats them. CHAR. 

Now by mine honour, the best piece of flesh  
That ever in these woods held Outlaw play.  
even such a spirit had Eustace when he lived:  
We must not lose this Gallant, if we can,  
we'll strive to make him our Companion.   EVST. 

Ye slaves, I'll beat you all into a mousehole:  
And like a baited Lion at a stake,  
Kill all the curs that come but near to bark.  
Ye Gulls, have ye no better men amongst you.  
Defy your Captain from me: here I stand,  
To dare him to a combat hand to hand.   CHAR. 

I were a Bastard, not my father's son,  
Should I refuse it.   EVST. 
By all the land I have left me in the world, that's but my grave: Captain thou honourest me.  CHAR. 

By all the wealth I brought into these woods,  
That's but my sword, thou dost the like to me.  
Thou shalt have fair play, Gallant, by mine honour.   EVST. 

False was my mother to my father's bed,  
If I should ask more odds of Hercules.   CHAR. 

He dies upon my sword, disturbs our fray,  
Or in the fight dares disadvantage thee.   EVST. 

Were I the world-commanding Alexander,  
I would make thee my Ephestion for that word.  
I love thee for thy valour, Captain Thief.   CHAR. 

'Tis that preserves thee from our violence,  
An honoured mind lies in this Outlaws shape.  
So much I reckon of thy chivalry,  
That wert thou master of an Indian Mine,  
Thou shouldst not be diminished one denier.  
Securely fight, thy purse is sanctuaried,  
And in this place shall beard the proudest Thief.   EVS. 

An honoured minded villain, by my sword,  
A right good fellow, and an honest Thief.  
If I should have thee prostrate at my mercy,  
I will not kill thee for thy liberal offer.  
Yet win it lad, and take it without fail:  
I scorn to have my purse go under bail.   CHA. 

He goes beyond me in heroic thoughts:  
To thine I stake down this: stand all apart.  
He that steps in, be subject to our curses:  
And now the betterman take both the purses.   EVST. 

It is a match, I'll seize them to thy grief.  
Now True man try, if thou canst rob a Thief.   They fight, as they are fighting, enter BELLA FRANCA, pursued by an Outlaw, she runs betwixt them and parts them. BELL. 
If ye were borne of women, aid a woman.  CHAR. 
Why what's the matter?  BELL. 

Oh turn the edges of your swords 'gainst him,  
That in the Forest would have ravished me.   CHAR. 

Cease thy pursuit, and stranger pause a while,  
To hear the tenor of this lady's plaint.   EVST. 

Why then Kings truce. But let the purses lie:  
They'll fall to my advantage by and by.   CHAR. 
Now tell me Lady, what's your suit to me?  BELL. 

To save my life from foul inchastity.  
For passing by these Countries on my way,  
To pay my zealous vows in Golgotha,  
Attended only by a little page:  
This villain with a crew of russian thieves,  
Seized what we had first, haled my page from me:  
And after would have wracked my chastity.  
But being swift of foot, fear lent me wings  
Hither (I hope in happy time) to fly,  
Either to save mine honour, or to die,   CHA. 

Thy honour and thy life are both secured:  
And for a Lady's sake you much resemble,  
Command my sword, my subjects, and my cave.  
Where succour, all offenceless, you shall have.  
Sirrah go you, and scour about the hill.   CLOW. 
I go.  BELL. 

How like is he to Charles by Shipwreck dead!  
And he to Eustace perished in the waves!  
But they are both immortal Saints in heaven:  
Yet I am glad because these shapes are theirs.  
My happy coming hath ta'en up their strife,  
Preserving mine own honour and my life.   EV. 

So blushed my sister: and this Outlaw Thief  
Hath a resemblance to my brother Charles:  
But she in London lives a Virgin pure:  
He in some huge Whale's belly too too sure.   CHA. 

A pretty wench i'faith, I'll marry her,  
And make her Queen of all this Outlaw crew.   EVST. 

I am half in love already, at first sight:  
How will this raging flame increase by might?   CHAR. 

Fair beauteous maid, resign your love to me;  
Mistress of all these Forests you shall be.   EVST. 

Love me, I'll kiss away these tears of grief;  
Sweet wench embrace a Trueman, scorn a Thief.   CHAR. 

How now sir Sauce! you are as bold methinks,  
As if you were a Freeman of our Trade.  
None but myself plead interest in this Maid.   EVST. 

My interest is as much; in this 'tis greater,  
Because that of the two, I love her better.   CHAR. 
Proud passenger, I'll make thee eat that word.  EVST. 
If I eat air, thou shalt digest my sword.  CHAR. 

Revive this quarrel, let the former die:  
Fight we for her, and let the purses lie.  
Outlaw, I rather love to fight, then brawl:  
I'll win from thee thy wench, thy purse, and all.   BELL. 
Stay Gentlemen.  she steps between them. EVST. 

By heaven, I scorn to stay,  
Till both the purses I have ta'en away.   CHAR. 

My sword for me, my Mistress, and my gold.  
My resolution shall my claim uphold.   Enter the Clown running betwixt them. CLOW. 
What do you mean Gentlemen to fight among yourselves, that should be friends, and had more need to take one another's part, to fight against your enemies. we shall all be slain, killed, murdered, Massacred. For my own part, if I had nine lives like a cat; they were all sure to die one dogs death.  CHAR. 
Why? What's the matter fellow?  CLOW. 
Oh noble Captain, we shall all be slain. Tankard a Prince of Italy, with an Army hath beset the foot of the Mountains, and hath vowed to make Venison of all us poor Outlaws, and kill us like deer. God be with you: I'll go shift for one.  CHA. 

Dear we will be too him, before he do it,  
And dearly sell our desperate carcases.  
Kind stranger wilt thou take a Truce with me,  
Thou shalt divide with me my dignity:  
we two will jointly o'er these mountains reign,  
And by our valours, our estates maintain.   EVST. 

Because I hear thy life in jeopardy,  
And thou hast dealt with me so honourably:  
Receive my hand; now I am wholly thine.  
And ye mad rogues, I am half your Captain now.  
Look when ye see me nod, ye crouch and kneel,  
Make legs, and curtsies, and keep bare your Crowns.   CLOW. 

'Tis hard to teach them manners that are Clowns.  
But for my own part, here's a leg, here's a cap, here's a knee,  
All these sweet half Captain, I reserve for thee.   EVST. 
Speak, do you all accept me?  ALL. 
We do, we do.  EVST. 

Then brother thief, I am turned Outlaw too.  
But to do no man wrong; I make that Law,  
Only to pass this tedious Summer here,  
Till we our downcast fortunes may uprear.   CHAR. 
You share with me in end, in mind, in all.  Soft March. 
But hark, I hear our enemies Drums do brawl.  EVST. 

Their voice is welcome: Oh that I had with me  
As many good lads, honest Prentices, apart.  
From Eastcheap, Canwick-street, and London-stone,  
To end this battle, as could wish themselves  
Under my conduct if they knew me here;  
The doubtful days success we need not fear.   apart. CHAR. 

Oh for some Cheapside boys for Charles to lead:  
They would stick to it, when these Outlaws fail.  
Wishes are wind, let's think ourselves well maned,  
we'll sooner die, then fly, so make a stand.   Enter TANCRED with drum and Soldiers. TANC. 

Are these the Outlaws that disturb our peace?  
Think they these Mountain tops can shelter them  
From our revenge, and just assembled Arms?   CHAR. 
Come, come, let us prepare to answer them.  TANC. 
Which be the chief of these confounded Troops?  CHAR. 
Prince, I am one of them.  EVST. 
And I another.  CHAR. 
I am his friend.  EVST. 
And I his outlaw-brother.  TAN. 

How dare you stand contemptuous 'gainst your Liege?  
captains ye are our men.   CHAR. 

That we deny:  
I am a stranger Tancred.   EVST. 
So am I.  TANC. 

Such valour is reported to appear apart to his own people.  
In the brave deeds of these rude Foresters,  
That we could rather wish they were our friends,  
To dwell in Cities, then keep out in Caves.  
Considering now what wars we have in hand,  
Their martial spirits might much advantage us,  
Would they but keep within some honoured bound.  
we'll work them if we can to our alliance,  
And rather motion love, then proud defiance.   CHAR. 

Why comes the County Palatine in Arms,  
To fight against unarmed Foresters?  
If thou wilt win renown, bend thy brave forces  
'gainst Pagans that besiege Jerusalem.  
Small fame and honour canst thou win thee here,  
Besides our cheap lives thou shalt purchase dear.   EV. 

We have reformed these villains since we came,  
And taught them manners and civility:  
All rape and murder we repay with death:  
Amongst us doth not live a ravisher.   TAN. 

I have heard no less, but that you weed out such  
As pass the bounds of Christian honesty:  
Which makes me rather offer peace than war.  
But what bright virgin stands so discontent?   CHAR. 
My life.  EVST. 
My love.  TAN. 

The word had been well spent,  
If I had said mine too: for I protest,  
Of all this number I affect her best.   CHAR. 

Believe me fellow-partner in my rule,  
You offer wrong to impart in this my love.   EVS. 

Half of als mine, I claim it as my due:  
In which bright Virgin, I except not you.   TAN. 

I do contain my love with much ado:  
For her( methinks) I could turn Outlaw too.   EVST. 

What, do you think to have a double share?  
Half of hers mine; I will not bate an hair.   CHAR. 
By thine own words thou gav'st me half at least.  EVST. 
But I'll have all, my Title is increased.  TANC. 

Stay Captains, for our annual Crowns revenues,  
We would not lose the weakest of you both,  
So much do we affect your Chivalries.  
Let me take up this mutual enmity:  
Your quarrel is for her; both would enjoy her.  
You claim her as your right.   To Charles. CHAR. 
'Tis true I do.  TANC. 
And Captain, you say she belongs to you.  EVST. 

True (valiant Prince) my hopes shall his destroy:  
Thou art mine own, sweet wench, God give us joy.   TANC. 

Then till this strict contention ended be,  
Deliver this bright virgin unto me.  
Here shall our former hate and discord cease:  
This Lady shall be Hostage of your peace.  
Unto thy charge we give ten thousand men. To Charles.  
As many soldiers we resign to thee. To Eustace.  
Make me her keeper till these wars be done:  
Ye have the price, I my content have won.   CHAR. 
Honour hath taught the Palatine to speak.  EVST. 

Since what we both desire, one can but have,  
Take charge of her. Let me receive the charge  
Of a great Army, and commanding power:  
Before I marry, I must win my Dower.   CHAR. 
So say I too, and Outlaw life adieu.  TANC. 

And welcome love, which I must keep for you.  
Their Drums shall scold, mine shall have time to cease,  
And whilst they war, with her I'll make my peace.  
Are you content, sweet Lady?   BELL. 

I must do  
That which amongst you all best pleaseth you.  
I am a prisoner; prisoners must obey.  
You say I shall, and I must not say nay.   CHAR. 
Do so, sweet love.  EVST. 

Till these wars ended be  
I prithee sweet love, keep thy heart to me.   TAN. 

Come Captain, we bequeath you to your charge,  
To march with speed towards the holy wars.  
This Lady, as our life we will esteem,  
And place her in the honour of a Queen.   Exeunt. Enter ROBERT of Normandy, GODFREY of Buloigne, and GVY of Lessingham, with Drum and Soldiers. GODF. 
What art thou with thy brow confrontest me?  GVY. 
One that thinks scorn to give least place to thee.  GODF. 
Thou know'st me not to set my name so light.  GVY. 

I reck thee not, my frown thou canst not fright.  
we are no babe; or if we were, yet know  
Thy proud face cannot like a Bugbear show.   GODF. 

Thou hast struck fire upon a flinty spirit.  
Thinkest thou, because thou leadest the French Kings troops,  
And art Commander of a few bold French,  
That we will yield the upper hand to thee?  
I let thee know thou hast dishonoured me.   GVY. 

I let thee know thou hast done as much by me.  
Thinkest thou, thou canst outface me? proud man, no:  
Know I esteem thee as too weak a foe.   GODF. 

Now by my Knighthood I'll revenge this wrong;  
And for that word, thy heart shall curse thy tongue.   ROB. 

What mean these hasty Princes thus to jar,  
And bend their swords against their mutual breasts,  
Whose edge were sharpened for their enemies' crests?   GODF. 
He shall not march before me.  GVY. 
But I will.  GODF. 

Zounds but thou shalt not, by this blessed day,  
I'll pitch thee like a bar out of my way.   GVY. 
Thy arms want strength, thou canst not toss me so.  GODF. 
No, can they not? by heaven I'll try a throw.  ROB. 

Princes, I charge you by the honoured zeal,  
And love to him for whom ye come to fight,  
To cease this envy and abortive jar.  
The fields are broad enough for both to march,  
And neither have the vantage of the ground.   GVY. 

Robert, mine arm shall act a wondrous thing,  
I'll hurl him like a stone out of a sling.  
Not have the way? I'll fling thee on the earth,  
And then march over thee with all my Troops.   GODF. 

Robert of Normandy, by all the honour  
Thou hop'st t'achieve thee in these holy wars,  
Stand from betwixt us, let's but try one fall  
I'll cast his cork-like trunk by wondrous skill,  
As Hercules threw Lycas from an Hill.   ROB. 

For God's sake and our saviours, in whose book  
Ye now are entered as his soldiers priest,  
In whose Camp Royal if ye mutiny,  
Ye are found guilty by his martial Law,  
And worthy death: I charge you Princes both,  
T'abandon this injurious enmity.  
Stand you betwixt the Soldiers, lest this sting  
Of blind seditions, reign in this our Army  
And feed upon our bodies like a plague.  
Princes I charge you by your saviours blood  
Shed for your sins, ye shed none at this time.   GODF. 

Well let him march before, I will resign:  
Robert prevails; Frenchman the right is thine.   GVY. 

I will not march first; but in courtesy  
I will resign that honoured place to thee;  
But what a King should say, I should not do  
With violent rage that would I run into.  
Go on, by heaven you shall, I yield it you;  
By heaven you shall, the place I freely grant.  
Friendship can more with me, then rude constraint.   GOD. 

Thy honoured love with honour I return,  
What thou wouldst give me, I resign thee back;  
This kind reply to me stands like a charm,  
Then royally let's march on arm in arm.   ROB. 

Such just proportion Princes still should keep.  
Brave Lord of Bulloigne join your Troops with ours,  
That are by birth approved Englishmen:  
And Lord of France that under your conduct  
Have ready armed ten thousand fighting men,  
To fight with us for fair jerusalem,  
Distressed by misbelieving Infidels,  
Let us unite a friendly Christian league.  
We have entered, valiant Lords, upon our way  
Even to the midst of fertile Lombary,  
By writers termed the Garden of the world.  
Half of our way we have overcome already:  
Then let us here in camp upon these Downs.  
But stay, what threatening voice of warfare sounds.   Enter after a Trumpet EUSTACE. GODF. 

Had not young Eustace in the seas been drowned,  
I should have said, he treads upon this ground.  
And but none scaped the dangerous seas save I,  
This Frenchman I should think my brother Guy.   EVST. 

Princes, my Master County Palatine,  
Wondering what bold foot durst presume to tread  
Upon his Confines without asking leave,  
Sends me to know the cause of your arrive:  
Or why the armed hooves of your fiery steeds  
Dare wound the forehead of his peaceful Land.   DODF. 
Dare? sends thy Lord in that ambitious key.  GVY. 

Or hath the pride of thy refined tongue  
Guilded thy message with these words of scorn?   ROB. 
Add'st thou unto thy message, Knight, or no?  EVST. 

The naked tenor of my masters mind  
Thus I enfold; rash saucy insolent,  
That by audacious boldness have not feared  
To break into my sovereign's royal pale;  
I charge you to return the way you came,  
And step by step tell every tedious stride,  
That you have measured rashly in his Land:  
Or by the honour of his name he swears,  
To chase you from the margin of his Coast,  
With an unnumbered Army and huge Host.   GODF. 

March back again? Oh scandal to our names!  
Have we deserved to be so censured on,  
Though not one man upon my part would stand,  
Alone I'll pierce the bowels of his Land.   GVY. 

Basely retire, and thirty thousand strong?  
Were the whole world's power ambushed in our way,  
Yet would we on. Return dishonourably?  
Forward I'll march, though every step I tread  
Plunge me in blood, thus high above my head.   ROB. 

Princes, have patience, let me answer him.  
Knight, I condemn not thee for speaking boldly  
The proud defiance that thy Master sends:  
But mildly we return our pleasures thus.  
We do confess it was some oversight  
To march so far, without some notice given  
Unto the Lord and Prince that owes the Land:  
And we could wish that we had craved his leave.  
But since 'tis thus, that we have marched thus far,  
And basely to retire is infamous.  
(If not with leave) we forward mean to go:  
Despite of King or Emperor shall say no.   EVST, 
I will inform the Prince my Sovereign so.  Exit. GVY. 
That young knight's face, methinks, I well should know.  GOD. 

I see the swords were sharped 'gainst Infidels,  
Must be employed to lavish Christian blood.  
Upon his soul lie all the heinous guilt,  
Who being a Christian Prince, forbids and bars  
Our quiet passage to these Pagan wars.   GVY. 

This bickering will but keep our arms in ure,  
The holy battles better to endure.   ROB. 

Well, God for us, for our intent is good:  
Charged be their souls with all this Christian blood.   Enter TANCRD, CHARLES, EUSTACE, Drum, Colours and Soldiers, marching. TANC. 
What art thou brav'st the County Palatine?  ROB. 
My name is Robert Duke of Normandy.  TANC. 
Speak, will ye all retire the way ye came?  ROB. 
God keep Duke Robert from so foul a shame.  GODF. 

Basely retire when we have marched thus far?  
First we'll unpeople this thy Land by war.   CHAR. 

Then will we drive you back by our main force,  
And seize upon your Troops of Foot and Horse.   GV. 

So say you: but should you attempt to do't,  
We straight should overthrow you Horse and Foot.   EVST. 

So said, so done, brave Lord, were gallant play.  
But you would at the first push shrink away.   ROB. 

No proud Italians all our spirits are fire,  
Which burns not downward, but is made t'aspire.  
Prince we confess we did forget ourselves,  
Presuming on that ancient privilege  
Which every Christian brother Prince should claim  
One in the interest of another's name.  
An error we confess, though not a fault.  
But basely with dishonour back to fly,  
And to be held as cowards we deny.   TANC. 

And nothing else can satisfy mine ire,  
But whence ye came the same way to retire.   ROB. 
And that I'll never do.  GODF. 
Nor I.  GV. 
Nor I.  CHA. 

Then shall ye on these Lombard Champains die.  
To Arms brave Soldiers.   EVS. 

Strike up warlike Dumb.  
Prepare you, Christian Princes, now we come.   GOD. 

Stay brave Prince Tancred, stay great Norman Duke.  
Out of my zeal to God and Christendom,  
To staunch the blood which should be broached this day,  
Unto the grief of all that honour CHRIST,  
And joy to such as love Idolatry:  
I make this challenge general through the Host  
Of him that interrupts us on our way.  
If any proud Italian dare take up  
The honoured gage which I have here thrown down,  
And fight a single combat for our passage;  
These shall be made our strict conditions.  
If him I conquer, all our Host shall march  
Without all let and contradiction:  
If I be vanquished by thy champion's hand,  
Our Army shall march back out of thy land.   CHA. 

A Princely motion to save Christian blood.  
Great Prince of Italy, upon my knee  
I humbly beg I may thy Champion be.   TAN. 

Thou hast thy suit; thy valour hath been tried:  
With a rough brow see thou confront his pride.   ROB. 

Then what ten thousand Christian lives should right,  
These two brave Lords will end in single fight.   TAN. 
It is agreed.  EVS. 
Stand to't, brave Outlaw-brother Would I were one of them.  GVY. 
And I the other.  CHAR. 
What weapon wilt thou use?  GODF. 

That which next comes.  
Give me this partisan: now strike up drums.   CHAR. 

Give me this soldiers; Trumpet, sound a charge:  
I'll stop the passage which he seeks t'enlarge.   GODF. 

Princes stand off, my warlike arm this day  
For all your Troops shall win a prosperous way.   CHAR. 

Thou canst not enter though the way stood ope:  
My heart, and this, thy passage vows to stop.   GODF. 
Yet will I through.  CHA. 
Thou shalt not, this says nay.  GODF. 
Oh but behold! I have this to hew my way.  They fight, and are parted by Robert and Tancred. TAN. 
I would not lose my Champion for the world.  ROB. 

Nor I this Prince: For were these spirits spent,  
All Christendom their fortunes might lament.  
Part them on equal odds, and equal terms:  
Both a like valiant, both have honour won,  
More valorous live not underneath the Sun.   TAN. 

We will reserve their haughty Chivalries,  
To exercise against God's enemies.   EVST. 

They have won honour, I have idly stood:  
By my good stars I'll have a challenge too,  
If any in their Camp dares answer me.  
Give me thy Pike, a Pike a Prince may trail,  
And at that weapon will I challenge all.  
Great Prince, these fiery Princes that came hither  
To brave our forces, had a Champion  
To challenge us: Are we as valiant,  
And shall we fail to do the like to them?  
Give me but leave, my Lord, to send one boast  
T'affright them, like a devil, through their Host.   TAN. 
It pleaseth us; then when thou wilt begin.  ROB. 
What Champion shall we have to answer him?  GVY. 

I should esteem him my immortal foe,  
That should attempt to take away the honour  
Of such a strong encounter from my hand.  
Champion appear betwixt our Royal Hosts,  
Let's see thy strength make good thy haughty boasts.   EVST. 

I am here; stand thou forth on the adverse part  
Survey me well, brave Hector I resemble,  
Whose very brow did make the Greeks to tremble.   GV. 

But I Achilles, proud ambitious boy,  
Will drag thy corpse about the walls of Troy.  
Give me thy Pike, I'll toss it like a reed,  
And with this bulrush make mine enemy bleed.  
Rapier and Pike, is that thy honoured play?  
Look down ye Gods, this combat to survey.   EVST. 

Rapier and Pike, this combat shall decide:  
Gods, Angels, Men, shall see me tame thy pride.   GV. 

Thou dost thyself wrong to o'ercharge thine arm,  
With such a weapon as thou canst not wield.  
I'll teach thee; thou shalt like my zany be.  
And feign to do my cunning after me.   EVST. 

Thou wouldst instruct thy Master at this play.  
Thinkest thou this rye-straw can overrule my arm?  
Thus do I bear him when I use to march:  
Thus can I fling him up, and catch him thus: They toss their Pikes.  
Then thus, to try the sinews of my arm.   GV. 

But thou shouldst charge him thus, advance him thus,  
Thus shouldst thou take him, when thou seest from far  
The violent horses run to break our ranks.   EVST. 
All that is nothing, I can toss him thus.  GV. 
I thus: 'tis easier sport than the balloon.  EVST. 
We trifle time, this shall thy rage withstand.  GV. 
With this, our Host shall pierce thy sovereign's Land.  They fight: Robert and the Palatine cast their Warders between them, and part them. ROB. 

That host should lose ten thousand Pagans lives  
With the rich honour of their overthrow,  
That should but lose his Champion in this combat  
If both should perish, our brave Christian Army  
Should be more weak by thousands then it was.   TANC. 

Their matchless valour have prevailed with us,  
Freely enjoy the pleasures of our Land,  
Our Army here we do conjoin with yours,  
To lead them to the fair Jerusalem.   ROB. 

We pawn our faith to this perpetual league:  
And now we show ourselves that Christian Host,  
In which true peace should flourish and abound:  
Unto this peace let Drums and Trumpets sound.  
champion's embrace, and all your stern debate flourish.  
Pour in abundance on the pagan's heads.  
Princes and Lords, let our united bands  
Win back judea from the pagan's hands.   Exeunt all marching. Manet the French Lady. lady. 

Thus have I masked my bashful modesty  
Under the habit of a trusty Page,  
And now my servants servant am I made.  
Love, that transformed the Gods to sundry shapes,  
Hath wrought in me this Metamorphosis.  
My love and Lord, that honoured me a woman,  
Loves me a youth, employs me everywhere,  
I serve him, wait upon him, and he swears  
He favours both my truth and diligence:  
And now I have learned to be a perfect Page,  
He will have none to truss his points but me,  
At board to wait upon his cup but me:  
To bear his Target in the field, but me.  
Nay, many a thing, which makes me blush to speak,  
He will have none to lie with him but me,  
I dream and dream, and things come in my mind:  
Only I hide my eyes; but my poor heart  
Is barred and kept from loves satiety.  
Like Tantalus, such is my poor repast,  
I see the Apples that I cannot taste.  
I'll 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 young sophy, Tables and Forms, and MORETES, TURNUS, with drum and Soldiers. SOL. 

Counsel brave Lords, the Christian Army marcheth  
Even to our gates with paces undisturbed:  
The hollow earth resounds with weight of arms,  
And shrinks to bear so huge a multitude.  
They make a valley as they march along,  
And raising hills encompass either side.  
Counsel, brave Lords, these terrors to decide.   SOP. 

jove's great Vicegerent over all the world:  
Let us confront their pride, and with our powers  
Disperse the strength of their assembled Troops.   SOL. 

Zion is ours by conquest: All judaea  
Is the rich honour of our conquering swords.  
Shall we not guard it then, and make our breasts  
The walls that shall defend jerusalem?   SO. 

They shall march over us, that march this way:  
Before the Christians shall attain these walls  
With dead men's faces we will pave the earth.   SOL. 

I cannot judge the Christians are so mad  
To come in way of battle, but of peace.   SOP. 

They rather travel in devotion,  
To pay their vows at their Messia's Tomb,  
And so, as pilgrims, not as Soldiers come.   SOL. 

Your own power blinds you and hath screened your eyes,  
My hairs do wear experience livery:  
But yours, the badge of youth and idleness.  
Their Army stands upon a Mountain top,  
Like a huge Forest: their tall Pikes, like Pines,  
In height do overpeer the lower Trees;  
Their Horsemen ride like centaurs in the meads,  
And scout abroad for pillage and for prey:  
Courage is their good Captain.   SOP. 

Courage! no.  
Pale fear, and black destruction, leads the so.   SOL. 

I say again, the Christian Princes lead  
An Army, for their power, invincible.  
Victorious hope sits hovering on their plumes:  
Their guilded Armour shines against the Sun,  
Dazzling our eyes from top of yonder Hill  
Like the bright streaks that flow from Paradise.   SOP. 

Oh conquest worthy the brave Persian swords?  
Let us descend from forth the Town and meet them.   SOL. 
No.  SOP. 
Yes.  SOL. 

Should jove himself in Thunder answer I  
When we say no; we'd pull him from the sky.   SOP. 

Should Soldan, Sophy, Priest, or Presbyter,  
Or Gods, or devils, or men, gainsay our will:  
Him, them, or thee, would the brave Persian Kill.   MOR 

Quench your hot spleens with drops of sweet advice,  
Temper your rage with counsel mighty Kings.   SOL. 
I say we will make peace with Christendom.  SOP. 

I say the Persian scorns to be colleague,  
Or to have part with them of Christendom.   SOL. 
Yet hear my age.  SOP. 
Yet hearken to my youth.  MOR. 
My tongue give place unto the soldan's age.  TVR. 
But I applaud the Persians youthful rage.  SOL. 

Stay Lords, our grave experience doth foresee  
The mischiefs that attend on this debate.  
We tread the path of our destruction,  
By our dissensions grow the Christians strong,  
Whom our united hearts may easily quell.  
Brave Persian Sophy, we commend your hate  
To them that have abhorred our Pagan gods:  
Yet temper it with wisdom, valiant Prince.  
'Tis our security I would increase,  
When with my words I mention gentle peace.   MOR. 

Experience doth instruct the sultan's tongue,  
Hearken to him, he speaks judicially.   SOP. 

My tongue a while gives licence to mine ear:  
The depth of your grave wisdoms let us hear.   SOL. 

Then thus, let's send unto the Christians' Host,  
To know what cause hath brought them thus far armed.  
If peaceably they come to visit here  
The ancient Relics of their saviours Tomb;  
Peace shall conduct them in, and guard them out.  
But if they come to conquer Zion's Hill,  
And make irruption through our triple walls;  
Death and despair shall ambush in their way,  
And we will seize the ensigns they display.   SOP. 

My youth yields willingly to your grave years,  
Let it be so. But whom shall we elect  
To be created Lords Ambassadors?   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 stir them up to war.   SOL. 

Moretes and brave Turnus, speed you straight  
Unto the Christian Host: Say, if they come  
Like pilgrims, to behold the Sepulchre,  
Our gates stand open to receive them in:  
And be you painful to persuade a peace.  
But if they stand upon their hostile ground,  
Say that our breasts are armed, our swords are keen,  
Bold are our hearts, and fiery is our spleen,  
And so be gone.   MOR. 
I to persuade a peace.  Exit. TVR. 
I go the furious rage of war t'increase.  Exit. SOL. 

We will mean time conduct, our royal host:  
One half is mine, the other you shall lead,  
To intercept them ere they win the sight  
Of these invincible and high-built walls.  
Brave Persians, we will both in ambush lie:  
Sure now the Christians are all come to die.   Exeunt: Enter TANCRED with BELLA FRANCA, richly attired, she somewhat affecting him, though she makes no show of it, ROBERT of Normandy, the four brethren, and the French Lady like a Page. TANC. 

Behold, brave Christian Princes, all the glory  
That Tancred can inherit in this world.   EVST. 
Part of it's mine.  CHA. 
And part belongs to me.  GODF. 

An heavenly mixture, now beshrew my heart,  
But Godfrey with the rest could cry half part.   GV. 
I am all hers.  ROB. 

That Lady seems to me  
The fairest creature ever eye did see.   BEL. 
Tancred, of all, thy face best pleaseth me.  in private. TAN. 
Fair Lady.  EVST. 
madam:  CHA. 
Mistress.  GODF. 
Beauteous love.  GV. 
Bright Goddess.  ROB. 
Nymph.  FREN. LAD. 

Love whom ye will say I:  
So ye affect not my beloved Guy.   TAN. 
Lords, she is mine.  EVS. 
When did my interest cease  CHA. 
When I am here, you brother Outlaw peace.  GODF. 
Why should not I enjoy her?  ROB. 
Why not I?  GV. 
She can have none but me.  EVST. & CHAR. 
That we deny:  BELL. 

Princes, what means this frenzy in your hearts?  
Or hath some Necromantic conjuror  
Raised by his Art some fury in my shape,  
To work sedition in the Christian Camp?  
You have confirmed by general Parliament  
A Statute, that must stand inviolate;  
Namely, that mutiny in Prince or Peasant  
Is death, a Kingdom cannot save his life.  
Then whence proceed these strange contentions?   CHA. 
I seized her first.  EVS. 
I first her thoughts did prove.  TAN. 
I plead the composition for my love.  ROB. 

If wealth will win the thoughts of that chaste Lady,  
I▪ le bid as fair as any for her love.   GODF. 

If valour may achieve her, I 'mongst many  
Will bid more warlike blows 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 hear me Princes.  EVST. 
Hence with frivolous words.  GODF. 
Stand we to prate, when others draw their sword.  CHAR. 
Speak thou my cause.  Draw. TAN. 
This shall my pleader be.  Draw. GV. 
Thou art for us.  Draw. ROB. 
And sword speak thou for me.  BELL. 

He that best loves me, pierce me with his sword,  
Lest I become your general overthrow.  
I do conjure you by the love you bear me,  
Either to banish this hostility,  
Or all at once to act my Tragedy.  
A blow is death proclaimed by Parliament:  
Can ye make Laws, & be the first that break them?  
Knew I that this my beauty bred this strife,  
With some black poison I would stain my cheeks,  
Till I looked fouler than an Aethiop.  
Still do ye brandish your contentious swords?  
This night shall end my beauty, and tomorrow  
Look to behold my Crystal eyes scratched out,  
My visage martyred, and my hair torn off:  
He that best loves it, ransom it with peace:  
I will preserve it, if your fury cease.  
But if ye still persist, the heavens I call  
As my vows witness, I will hate ye all.   TANC. 
To show my love, my sword shall sleep in rest.  GODF. 
I'll keep mine sharp for the brave sultan's crest.  GV. 
Peace sword.  ROB. 

The Norman Robert keeps his keen,  
T'abate the fury of the sultan's spleen.   CHA. 
My sword cries truce.  EVST. 

Blade when thou next art seen,  
Thou mak'st thy Lord a King, his Love a Queen.   BELL. 

You have redeemed my beauty, your last jar  
Had made perfection with my face at war.   EVST. 

Lady, the virtuous motions of your heart  
Add to the abundant graces of your fame,  
It was your beauty that did blind our souls,  
And in our close breasts placed oblivion.  
'Tis true, we have ordained a strict decree,  
That whosoever in our Christian Host  
Strikes with a sword in hostile enmity,  
Forfeits his life, then break off this debate,  
And keep our own decrees inviolate.   Enter with a Tucket before them TURNUS, and MORATES. MO. 
Health to the Christians from the mighty Soldan.  TV. 
Death and destruction from the Persian Sophy.  ROB. 
That tongue brings peace, to thee will I attend.  GODF. 
That tongue brings war, thy motions we commend.  TANC. 
Speak peace, thy looks are smooth, we'll list to thee.  CHAR. 
Speak war, bring war, and we to war agree.  MOR. 

The Babylonian Soldan, mighty Princes,  
Sends me to know the cause of this your March  
Into a land so far remote from ye.  
If ye intend to see your prophet's Tomb,  
As holy pilgrims, peace shall guard your way.   EVST. 
Peace we defy: let's hear what thou canst say.  ROB. 
Proceed, proceed.  GV. 

Do; and I'll sound my Drum  
To drown his voice, that doth for parlance come.   EVST. 

Why, I am borne to nothing in this world  
But what my sword can conquer. Should we yield  
Our fortunes to base composition,  
I have no hopes mine honour to increase.  
Cursed be his base ear that attends to peace.   MOR. 
Let me conclude my message.  GODF. 

Pagan, no:  
wars friend speak thou, I am to Peace a foe.   TVR. 

The Persian Sophy thus instructs my tongue  
That Prince amongst you whose heroic breast  
Dares show itself to his triumphant spear,  
(Excepting but the name of Christian)  
Like to the Persian Gods he honours him.  
But should he know a heart in these proud Troops,  
And know that heart to be addict to peace,  
he'd hate him like a man that should blaspheme.  
In Zion Towers hangs his victorious flag,  
Blowing defiance this way: and it shows  
Like a red meteor in the troubled air;  
Or like a blazing comet, that foretells  
The fall of Princes.   CHAR. 
Thine own PRINCE's fall.  TVR. 
Then in one word, destruction to you all.  GODF. 

I had not thought such spirits had remained  
Within the warlike breasts of Infidels.   EVST. 

Dares the Majestic spirit of thy King  
Answer a challenge? dares he pawn his Crown  
Against the hazard of ten thousand lives?   GVY. 
And who should fight against him?  EVST. 
I.  GVY. 
Thou!  EVS. 

ay, 'gainst him, and thee, and all the world.  
That interdicts my honour.   GV. 
Me!  EVST. 
Thee.  GV. 

Fire, rage, and fury, all my veins do swell.  
Be mute my tongue, bright sword my fury tell.   EVST. 

Fire mount 'gainst his mad fury, check his rage.  
Burn out then flame, his blood thy heat shall suage.   They fight, and are parted. GODF. 

What have ye done? injustice stains our crests  
If for this act ye have not lost their lives.   ROB. 

I will not bear the badge of Christendom  
In such a Bedlam mad society.   CHA. 

Cease to determine of their harebrain rage,  
Till ye have sent the Pagans from our Tents.   TAN. 

'Tis well advised. soldiers take charge of thee  
Till we determine of our Embassy.   MOR. 

I fear me Turnus, had you known before  
The spirits of these haughty Christians,  
T'have been so full of envious chivalry,  
You would have tempered some part of your rage.  
You see they strive, and fight amongst themselves,  
To practise hate against they meet with us.   TVR. 

Morates, no, we scorn all abject fears,  
And they shall know our hearts as great as theirs.   GODF. 

It shall be so. Attend me, Pagan Lords;  
We come not with grey gowns, and pilgrims staves,  
Beads at our sides, and sandals on our feet,  
Fear in our hearts, entreaty in our tongues,  
To beg a passage to our prophet's grave.  
But our soft Beaver Felts, we have turned to iron,  
Our gowns to armour, and our shells to plumes,  
Our walking staves we have changed to Scimitars,  
And so with pilgrims hearts, not pilgrim's habits,  
We come to hew way through your main Armies,  
And offer at the Tomb our contrite hearts  
Made purple with as many pagans' bloods,  
As we have in our breasts religious thoughts.  
And so be gone, no words in trifling waste,  
Death follows after you with wings of haste.   TVR. 
That Prince speaks Music, which doth cheer my heart.  MOR. 
Princes adieu, with terror I depart.  Exeunt. CHA. 

Now to these other Captain-mutineers.  
What shall be done with them?   EVST. 

even what you please.  
We have lived with pain, and we can die with ease:   GVY. 

What God hath made, a God's name do you mar,  
Death is the least I fear, now to the bar.   ROB. 

Lords give me leave to temper our decree,  
The Law is death, but such is our regard  
Of Christian blood, we moderate it thus.  
Because we know your worths, your lives are saved:  
Yet that the world shall see we prize our Laws,  
And are not partial should we sit on Kings;  
we doom you everlasting banishment  
From out the Christian Army.   EVS. 

Banishment?  
This was your doing; well, I'll be revenged:  
By all the hopes that I have lost, I will.  
Princes, your dooms are upright, I obey them,  
And voluntarily exile myself.  
(Against my furious spirit) I could weep  
To leave this royal Army, and to lose  
The honour promised in the pagans' deaths.  
Farewell to all, with tears of grief I go.  
Ye are all my friends, thou only art my foe.   GVY. 

Hold me so still; where ere I next shall meet thee,  
This sword, like thunder, on thy crest shall greet thee.  
Banished the Camp I go, but not so far,  
But I will make one in this Christian war,  
Like an unknown Knight I will bear a shield,  
In it engraven the Trade I did profess,  
When once I was a Goldsmith in Cheapside:  
And if I prosper, to these arms I'll add  
Some honour, and the scutcheon I shall bear,  
Shall to the Pagans bring pale death, and fear.  
Adieu brave Christian Lords; for I must stray,  
A banished man can never miss his way.   GODF. 
Why do you look so sad upon their griefs?  CHA. 

Ah pardon me. My heart begot a thought  
At their departure, which had been of force  
T'have strained a tear or two from my moist eye.  
How like was he to Eustace! he to Guy!   GODF. 

A leaden weight of grief lies at my heart,  
And I could wish myself were banished too,  
To bear them in their sorrows company.   ROB. 

These, for example's sake, must be removed,  
And though their absence will much weaken us,  
Yet we had rather put us in God's guard,  
Lessening our own strength, than to bear with that  
Which might in time lead to our overthrow.  
March forward Lords; our love we will defer.  
Prince Tancred, till our wars chief heat be spent,  
Keep still this beauteous Lady in your Tent.   Exeunt. flourish Manent two Ladies. FREN. LAD. 

My Lord is banished, what shall poor I do?  
There is no way, but I must after too.  
But ere I go, some cunning I must use,  
To make this Lady my Lords love refuse.   BELL. 

Fair youth, why have you singled me along?  
Is it to share joy, or partake my moan?   FREN. LAD. 

Whether you please.  
Invention help me now, (apart)  
To bring her out of love with my sweet Lord,  
For should she love him I were quite undone.  
madam, in faith, how many suitors have you?   BELL. 
More than I wish I had: First, the French General.  FREN. LAD. 

Oh God, I fear, I think I am accursed.  
she loves him best, because she names him first.   BELL. 

The English Robert, County Palatine;  
Two Gentlemen that took me in the woods;  
One is now banished, but the other still  
Stays in the Army; then, the Bulloigne Duke,   FREN. LAD. 
And which of all these is the properest man?  BELL. 
i'faith let me hear thy judgement.  FREN LAD. 

Prince Robert is a gallant Gentlemen:  
But the French Lord uncomely, and unshaped.  
Tancred's a proper man, but the French Lord,  
He hath no making, no good shape at all.  
I could not love a man of his complexion:  
I would not sue him if I were a Lady,  
Had he more Crowns then Caesar conquered.   BELL. 
I see no such defects in that French Lord.  FREN. LAD. 

ay, ay, 'tis so. Upon my life she loves him.  
I must devise some plot, or they will use  
Some means to meet, and marry out of hand.  
Lady, he was my Master, but believe me,  
He is the most insatiate man for women,  
That ever breathed; nay, madam, which is more,  
He loves variety, and delights in change.  
And I heard him say, should he be married,  
he'd make his wife a cuck-quean.   BEL. 

Why though he do; 'tis virtue in a woman,  
If she can bear his imperfections.   FREN. LAD. 

Upon my life they are made sure already,  
she's pleased with any imperfections.  
What should I do?   BELL. 

Now fair youth, list to me,  
I will acquaint thee with a secrecy.  
These Lords so trouble me with their vain suits,  
That I am tired and wearied, and resolve  
To steal away in secret from the Camp.   FREN. LAD. 

My Guy is gone, and she would follow him:  
I must prevent it, or else lose my love.   BELL. 

Wilt thou consort me, bear me company,  
And share with me in joy and misery?   FREN. LAD. 

madam I will. She loves him, and no wonder.  
I'll go, be't but to keep them still asunder.   BELL. 

Then from their Tents this night we'll steal away,  
And through the wide woods and the forests stray.   Exeunt. flourish. Enter SOLDAN, sophy, TURNUS, MORETES, Drums, Ensigns, and Soldiers. SOL. 
Then your reports sound nought but death and war.  MOR. 
The Christians would not lend an ear to peace.  SOP. 

Since they demean themselves so honourably,  
This earth shall give them honourable graves.   TVR. 

By pride herself are their proud Ensigns born:  
War in their tongues sits, in their faces scorn.   SOL. 

Our resolutions shall control base fears.  
we are proud as they; our swords shall answer theirs.   SOP. 
Didst thou deliver our strict Embassy?  TVR. 
I did, my Lord.  SOL. 
Did they not quake to hear it?  TVR. 

No more than Rocks shake with a puff of breath,  
They come resolved, and not in fear of death.   SOP. 
Looked they not pale?  TVR. 

With fury, not with fear.  
the' were'were mad, because your forces were not there.   SOL. 

Did you not dash their spirits? fell not their eyes.  
Down to the earth, when thou didst speak of us?  
Went not a fearful murmur through their Host,  
When thou didst number our unnumbered power?  
Did not their faint swords tremble in their hands,  
At that name Soldan?   SOP. 

Or when thou named'st me,  
My power, my strength, my matchless chivalry:  
Fell they not flat upon the earth with fear?   TVR. 

No, but their proud hearts bounded in their breasts,  
Their plumes flew bravely on their golden crests:  
And they were ready to have fallen at jar,  
Which of them first should with the Persian war.   MOR. 

There was no tongue but breathed defiance forth:  
I could not see a face but menaced death:  
No hand, but brandished a victorious sword.  
They all cry Battle, Battle, peace defy,  
And not a heart but promised victory.   SOL. 

There's not an heart shall scape our tyranny,  
Since they provoke our indignation,  
Like the vast Ocean shall our courage rise,  
To drown their pride, and all their powers surprise.   SOP. 

My scimitar is like the bolt of jove,  
That never toucheth but it strikes with death.  
Oh how I long, till we with spears in rests,  
Strike out the lightning from their high-plumed crests.   SOL. 

I would burn off this beard in such a flame,  
As I could kindle with my puissant blows:  
Yet the least hair I value at more worth  
Than all the Christian Empire.   SOL. 

Speak, brave Soldan,  
Shall our bar'd horses climb yond Mountain tops,  
And bid them battle where they pitch their Tents.   SOL. 

Courage cries, on; but good advice saith, stay.  
Experience bids us fight another way.  
Why should we tire our Troops in search of them,  
That with audacious boldness seek out us?  
Let us stand to receive them when they come,  
And with a grove of Pikes growing on this earth  
Where now no tree appears, toss up their bodies,  
Whose corses by your strong arms kept aloof,  
May hang like bloody pendants on your staves.   SOP. 
Oh sight best pleasing to the Persian gods!  TVR. 

In the sky's forehead shall the bright Sun stand  
Amazed to view that glorious spectacle,  
And with the pleasing sight forget his way,  
To grace our Trophy with perpetual day.   MOR. 

But how shall we receive their armed Troops?  
What special order will your grace assign  
To them that shall command your Companies?   SOL. 

It shall be thus. This way the Christians march,  
The body of our Host shall stay behind,  
To be a strength to fair Jerusalem.  
But we with certain soldiers secretly,  
Will lie in ambush: The great Persian Sophy,  
With Turnus, and a chief command of men,  
Shall guard that way: myself, and thou Morates  
Will keep this passage with a troop select,  
To seize on their forerunners, scouts, and spies.  
Assist us fate, erelong the world shall know  
Our glories by the Christians' overthrow.  
This is my Quarter: these my men shall be.   SOP. 
Morates, thou and these shall follow me.  Exeunt. Enter ROBERT of Normandy. ROB. 

Oh whether will blind love conduct my steps?  
Prince Tancred's deer, and English Robert's joy,  
Is fled in secret, and hath left our Tents.  
Thus like an Errant and Adventurous Knight,  
I have left the Host to follow her fair search,  
And durst not trust the air with my intent.  
This way, they say, she went; the camp's secure.  
This way unknown, in secret I pursue her.   Enter CHARLES. CHA. 

This way my love went like a shooting star,  
Whose blazing train doth guild the firmament.  
Such glorious beauty adds she to the way,  
Making the dark night-paths, shine bright as day.  
Ye honoured Arms farewell, and Camp adieu,  
I do forsake myself her to pursue.   ROB. 

Behold a traveler! I will inquire  
If chance hath cast his eye upon my love.   CHA. 

I was about to ask of yonder man,  
Whether her beauty had enriched his sight:  
But 'tis my rival Robert; Charles obscure thee.  
For should he see thee, he would quickly judge  
What Adamant had drawn me to these woods.  
One case I see hath made us errants both.  
To be found wandering thus I should be loath.   ROB. 

Love that drew me, hath drawn that knight along  
Being but a child, a giant's not so strong.   Enter SOLDAN, MORETES, and Soldiers. SOL. 

Stand Christians, by your Crosses on your breasts  
ye're marked for death, and base destruction.   ROB. 

What are ye, that, like cowards, with such odds  
Assault us thus unfurnished for the wars.   SOL. 

I am the Soldan; these my men at arms,  
That lie to intercept you, and prepare  
For your accursed lives this fatal snare.   CHA. 

The Soldan, the grand enemy to CHRIST,  
The devils Lieutenant, Viceroy under him!  
Brave English Robert, since our frowning stars  
Have brought us to this narrow exigent,  
And trained us hither with a chain of love  
To perish by the swords of Infidels:  
Stand foot to foot.   ROB. 

Tush, I am pagan's swords proof, and my stars,  
Have marked me for a Conqueror in these wars.   SOL. 

Upon them, soldiers; pity they despise,  
Scarce can the world afford a richer prize.   Alarum. They fight, and are both taken. CHA. 

Thou glorious eye of heaven, be ever blind:  
Mask thy bright face in clouds eternally:  
Dark vapours and thick mists thy front embrace  
And never shine to look on my disgrace.   ROB. 

A prisoner, Robert! this my comfort be:  
He makes me bound that best can set me free.   SOL. 

Take them to guard, this entrance to our wars  
Is full of spirit, and begets much hope.  
We will not yet examine what ye are,  
Till tortures wring it from your slavish tongues.  
That done, your bloods these champaigns shall imbrue  
Mean time we'll wait for more of your loose crew.   Enter GVY with his Shield, and a Page brings his Sword and Target: in each of his hands a Pole-axe. GVY. 

I am turned wild man since I used these Forests:  
And I have won more weapons in these woods,  
From Outlaws, whom my sword hath vanquished,  
Than I can carry on my back with ease.  
I have swords, targets, Pikes, and Partisans,  
pole-axes, maces, clubs, and horsemen's staves,  
Darts, halberds, long swords, Pistols, Petronels,  
All which I have conquered. At this Mountain ridge  
Two villains with these weapons set upon me:  
But with my sword I made them turn their heels,  
And leaves these Trophies which I thus support,  
And bear upon my shoulders Conqueror-like,  
What? do I see an ambush? by their arms  
They should be Pagans: Robert prisoner!  
With him a Christian Leader! Oh my God,  
Thou hast either brought me to revive my name  
By rescuing these, or here to die with shame.  
Come life, come death; a banished man will try,  
To live with honour, or with honour die.  
Robert break from thy guard, make them dismayed,  
Receive these weapons, God hath sent thee aid.   ROB. 
God, and Saint George.  CHA. 

Now by the sultan's Crown,  
If I can wield this weapon, he shall down.   GVY. 
The Christians' God for us.  SOL. 

What, are they free?  
Alarum Drums, the heathen powers for me.   They fight; the Pagans are beaten off, Guy departs suddenly. ROB. 

Some Angel in the habit of a Knight,  
Hath rescued us: such heavy downright blows  
Could never come from any mortal arm.  
For every blow he reached, was certain death.   CHAR. 

What is that power, if heavenly power he be,  
That we may laud and praise his Deity?   ROB. 

Departed on a sudden ere we know,  
To whom our freedoms, and our lives we owe!   CHA. 

By that inscription graven on his shield,  
We may perhaps descry him in the camp  
Cease admiration then; let these events,  
Hasten our steps back to survey our Tents.   Enter severally GODFREY, and TANCRED. TANC. 
Godfrey!  GODF. 
Tancred!  TANC. 

Well met my Lords in these unpeopled paths:  
What hath your love made you to leave the field.   GODF. 

Godfrey ne'er dreamed to have met with Tancred her  
The Lady that hath fled from our chaste love,  
(Whom Tancred I do more affectionate,  
Because she much resembles my fair sister)  
Hath caused me so much to forget myself,  
And play the wanderer in these unknown woods. soft march.  
But soft, that drum should speak the Pagans tongue:  
I fear we are betrayed, ay, ay, 'tis so:  
Tancred, we are round compassed by the foe.   SOLDAN, sophy, and Soldiers, encompass the Christian Princes: Enter EUSTACE, and set them free. EVST. 

Thank me for this; for, next th'Almighty Powers,  
I have been the means to save your desperate lives.  
Now, Christian Princes, I am quit with you  
For all the grace you have done me in the Camp;  
And now you owe me for my banishment.  
And though you have exiled me from your Tents,  
You have not power to keep me from the wars.  
Upon this shield I bear the grocer's Arms,  
Unto which Trade I was enrolled and bound:  
And like a strange Knight, I will aid the Christians,  
Thou Trade which didst sustain my poverty,  
Didst helpless, help me; though I left thee then,  
Yet that the world shall see I am not ingrate,  
Or scorning that, which gave my fortune's breath,  
I will enlarge these Arms, and make their name  
The original and life of all my fame.  
But I am tired with travail, Shield lie there,  
Oh that I could but see that lusty spirit,  
My archfoe, rival in my banishment,  
To be revenged, and end my hostile hate!  
I'll dream I fight with him to ease my spleen,  
And in that thought I lay me on this Green.   Sleep Enter GVY with a paper and his Shield. GV. 

arms ye are full of hope and sweet success,  
The famous Art, whose honoured badge ye are,  
First, when I lived 'mongst London-prentices,  
Gave me an honest and a pleasant life,  
Now in these woods have won me fame & honour:  
And I have rescued Princes with this shield:  
And Princes are indebted to these Arms.  
And if I live, in memory of this  
Within their fair Hall shall this Scutcheon hang,  
Till some smooth pen Historify my name,  
What object's that? A Knight asleep or dead?  
Oh, 'tis the Basse, and ground of all my hate;  
I'll kill the villain: Oh dishonoured thought!  
Art thou not son unto the Bullen Duke,  
And canst thou hatch dishonour? Archfoe live.  
I scorn advantage, should I fight with Mars.  
He bears this shield I will exchange with his,  
And leave a Motto written in mine own  
Shall make him quake to read. Be swift my pen,  
T'affright his sense when he shall wake again.  
'Tis done. Then go with me and mine stay here,  
Which in despite of thee, base Knight, I wear.   Exit. EVST. 

The hours have overrun me with swift pace,  
And time hath fastened to him swallows wings.  
Come sword, come Shield; but soft, thou art a stranger,  
And pardon me good shield, I know thee not.  
What have we here?   

Ask not who that Shield doth owe,  
For he is thy mortal foe:  
And where ere he sees that shield,  
city, Burrough, Grove, or Field,  
He that bears it, bears his bane,  
By his hand he must be slain.  
Thine, in spite of thee, he'll bear,  
(If thou dar'st) his Scutcheon wear.  
He writ this, that thy shield will keep,  
And might have slain thee being asleep.   

'Tis a fine fellow; by this light, he is  
An honest Rogue, and hath a good conceit.  
Wear it? I'll wear it. If I do not! well,  
He needed not to have put in the word (Dare)  
For I dare: dare I?, he shall see I dare.  
Belike he fears I dare not challenge mine.  
Were't fastened to the arm of Beelzebub,  
I would fight with him with firebrands for my shield.  
But dares he wear mine? On my life he dares:  
I love him like my brother for this act:  
And I will bear this shield with as much pride,  
As sat I in a chariot by jove's side.  
Shine bright my Stars, to do me some fair grace,  
Bring us to meet in some auspicious place.   Enter the Ladies flying, pursued by the clown. CLOW. 
Nay you cowardly Lady, that run away from the Camp, and dare not stand to it, I am glad I have light on you; choose your weapon, choose your weapon; I am a Soldier, and a martial man, and I will offer you the right of arms: If you vanquish me, I'll be your captive, if you be cast down I'll carry you back prisoner.  FREN. LAD. 

I wear a weapon that I dare not draw:  
Fie on this womanish fear, what shall I do.   BELL. 

Some of my father's spirit revives in me,  
Give me thy weapon, boy, and thou shalt see,  
I for us both will win sweet liberty.   CLOW. 
I was never so overreached; and, but for shame, and that I am a man at arms, I would run away, and take me to my legs. Have at thee sweet Lady.  As they fight, EUSTACE comes in: EVST. 

Base villain, dar'st thou offer violence  
Unto a Lady; stay, maintain thy challenge.   CLOW. 
You think you have a fool in hand; no by my faith, not I. If you have any business to the Camp, farewell, I am running thither as fast as I can.  EVST. 

Mount up my soul, unto the height of joy!  
Saving my foe, whose honoured shield I bear,  
None living did I more desire to meet.   BELL. 

Saving those Christian Lords that seek my love  
None living did I more desire to shun.   EVST. 

Well met, brave Saint, in these unpeopled paths,  
Fear no rude force, for I am civil borne,  
Descended from a Princely parentage,  
And though an exile from the Christians' Camp,  
Yet in my heart I wear the Cross of CHRIST,  
Even in as deep a crimson as the best.  
Love me, though I am Landless, and remote  
From the fair clime where first I breathed this air,  
Yet know I bear a Kingdom in this sword,  
And ere I die, look to behold this Front  
Impaled and circled with a royal Crown.   BEL. 

I never marked this Gallant half so much:  
He hath my brother's eye, my father's brow,  
And he is Eustace all from top to to.   EVST. 

I had a sister, Lady, with that red,  
That gives a crimson tincture to your cheek,  
With such a hand hid in a glove of snow,  
That spoke all music, like your heavenly tongue;  
And for her sake, fair Saint, I honour you.   BELL. 

I had a brother, had not the rude seas  
Deprived me of him, with that manly look,  
That grace, that courage, I behold in you.  
A Prince, whom had the rude seas never seen,  
Even such another had young Eustace been.   EVS. 

Eustace! even such an accent gave her tongue,  
So did my name sound in my sister's mouth,  
Oh Bella Franca, were't thou not obscured  
Within a cloud and mask of poverty,  
Such fame ere this had thy rare virtues won,  
Thus had thy beauty checked th' all-seeing Sun.   BELL. 
It is my brother Eustace.  EVST. 

View her well.  
Imagine her but thus attired, and she  
Would Bella Franca, and my sister be.   BEL 

But strip my brother from his Prentice coat,  
His cap, his common soldiers base disguise:  
Even such a Gallant as this seems to me,  
Such would my brother, my sweet Eustace be.   EVST. 
Sister!  BELL. 
Brother!  EVST. 

Make me immortal then, by heaven I vow,  
I am richer than the Persian Sophy now.   BELL. 

All Asia flows not with more plenteous treasure,  
Than I, to embrace my brother, my heart's pleasure.  
How did you scape the waves?   EVST. 

How have you passed  
The perilous Land, and crossed the Seas so vast?   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 griefs, what youth is this?   FREN. LAD. 
Page to the Prince of France.  EVST. 

'Tis he I hate,  
As chief occasion of my banishment.   BEL. 

Yet, my sweet brother, do not blame the youth,  
Full well he hath demeaned himself with me.  
He never, since we entered in these woods,  
Left me in my distress; when we alone  
Sit in these deserts never by rude force  
Did do me the least shame, or violence.   FREN. LAD. 

A good cause why I lead so chaste a life,  
A jealous man may trust me with his wife.   EVST. 

Well, sirrah, for your truth and honesty  
I pardon thee, though I detest thy Lord.   FREN. LAD. 

Then let me change my habit, gentle sir,  
lest in this shape I chance to meet my Master.  
Then, if you please, I'll clothe me like a Lady,  
And wait upon your sister in your Tent.   EVST. 
Nay, if it please thee; I am well content.  FREN. LAD. 

My plot is good; well, howsoe'er it prove,  
'T will either end my life, or win my love.   EVST. 

Come, best part of myself, we now will go  
To wail our fortunes, and discourse our woe.  
I will disguised unto the famous siege,  
And in these Arms make known my valour's propose:  
You shall in secret in my Tent abide.  
I to achieve fame will my spirits employ,  
After this grief my heart divines much joy.    Enter ROBERT, and TANCRED, GODFREY, and CHARLES, with their Shields and Scutcheons, Drum and Soldiers, Godfrey's Shield, having a Maidenhead with a Crown in it, CHARLES his Shield the Haberdashers Arms. ROB. 

Behold the high walls of Hierusalem,  
Which Titus and Vespasian once broke down:  
From off these Turrets have the ancient Jews  
Seen worlds of people mustering on these Plains.  
Oh Princes, which of all your eyes are dry,  
To look upon this Temple, now destroyed.  
Yonder did stand the great Jehovah's House,  
In midst of all his people, there he dwelled:  
Vessels of gold did serve his Sacrifice,  
And with him for the people spoke the Priests.  
There was the Ark, the Show-bread, Aaron's Rod,  
Sanctum, Sanctorum, and the cherubins.  
Now in that holy place, where GOD himself  
Was personally present, Pagans dwell.  
False Gods are reared, each Temple Idols bears.  
Oh who can see this, and abstain from tears?   GODF. 

This way, this sacred path our Saviour trod,  
When he came riding to Jerusalem,  
Whilst the religious people spread his way  
With flowers, and garments, and Hosanna cried.  
Yonder did stand the great Church, where he taught,  
Confuting all the Scribes and Pharisees.  
This place did witness all his miracles:  
Within this place did stand the judgement seat,  
Where Pontius Pilate with the Elders sat,  
Where they condemned him to be whipped and crowned,  
To be derided, mocked, and crucified,  
His hands bored through with nails, his side with Spears.  
Oh, who can see this place, and keep his tears?   CHA. 

On yond side of the Town he died for us:  
At whose departure all these walls did shake,  
And the destroyed Temples vail did rend:  
The groves are to be seen, from which Ghosts rose,  
There stood the Cross, there stands the Sepulchre:  
The place still bears the name of Dead men's bones.  
And still the Tomb our saviours Livery wears.  
What eye can see it, and not melt in tears?   TAN. 

No soldier but shall look with reverence  
Upon these fair and glorious Monuments.  
To swear, or speak profanely, shall be death.  
I cast my heart as low as to this earth,  
And wish that I could march upon my knees,  
In true submission, and right holy zeal.  
Oh since our wars are Gods, abandon fears,  
But in contrition weep repentant tears.   ROB. 

Sound a parley; I see your hearts are fired,  
Your souls with victory from heaven inspired.   Sound a parley. Enter upon the walls, SOLDAN, SOPHY, TURNUS, MORATES. Soldiers. Flourish. SOL. 

Why swarm these Christians to our City walls?  
Look (foreigners) do not not the lofty Spires,  
And these cloud-kissing Turrets that you see,  
Strike deadly terror in your wounded souls?  
Go Persian, flourish my vermilion flag,  
Advance my Standard high, the sight whereof  
Will drive these stragglers in disordered ranks,  
And in a hurly-burly throng them hence.   PER. SOP. 

See how they quake, to view our martial looks!  
As when a sturdy Cyclops rears aloft  
A boisterous Truncheon 'mongst a troop of dwarves.   GODF. 

Soldan and Sophy, ye damned helhounds both,  
So quakes the Eagle to behold a gnat,  
The Lion to behold a marmoset.  
I'll beard and brave you in your own belief,  
As when the heathen God, whom you call jove,  
Warred with the Giant, great Enceladus,  
And flung him from Olympus two-topped Mount  
The swains stood trembling to behold his fall,  
That with his weight did make the earth to groan.  
So, Soldan, look, when I have scaled these walls,  
And won the place where now thou stand'st secure,  
To be hurled headlong from the proudest Tower,  
In scorn of thee, thy false gods, and their power.   CHA. 

We will assail you like rebounding Rocks,  
Bandied against the battlements of heaven:  
we'll turn thy City into desert plains:  
And thy proud Spires that seems to kiss the Clouds,  
Shall with their guilt-tops pave the miry streets,  
As all too base for us to march upon.  
Seest thou this shield, however this device  
Seems not to rank with Emperors; Soldan, know  
This shield shall give thy fatal overthrow.   SOL. 

Such peals of Thunder did I never hear,  
I think that very words these walls will tear.   GODF. 

This shield you see, includes two mysteries;  
A Virgin crowned it is the Mercer's Arms,  
With all the picture of my love that's fled.  
Both these I'll grace, and add to them thy head.   SOP. 

methinks I see pale death fly from their words:  
Their speech so strong; how powerful are their swords!   CHA. 

Since first I bore this shield I quartered it  
With this red Lion, whom I singly once  
Slew in the Forest; thus much have I already  
Added unto the Haberdashers Arms.  
But ere I leave these fair judaean Bounds,  
unto this Lion I'll add all your Crowns.   TVR. 

Send for some prisoners, martyr, torture them  
Even in the face of all the Christian Host.   SOL. 
It shall be so Moretes, bring them forth.  ROR. 

No drop of blood falls from a Christian heart,  
But thy heart's blood shall ransom.   Enter some bringing forth old Bullen, and other prisoners bound. SOL. 

Bring them forth,  
devise new tortures:  
Oh for some rare Artist,  
That could invent a death more terrible  
Than are the ever lasting pangs of hell.   OLD BVL. 

Oh brethren, let not me move you to ruth:  
Happy is he that suffers for the truth.  
The joys to come exceed the present grief;  
Secure yourselves, for CHRIST is my relief.   GODF. 
Why shrinks the warm blood from my troubled heart?  CHA. 
Why starts my hair up at this heavy sight?  GODF. 
Say father, are not you the Bullen Earl?  OLD B. 

Fair son, I was the happen Bullen Earl:  
But now my son—   CHA. 

Call no man son but me.  
Father, my sword shall win you liberty.   GODF. 

Peace forged Bastard whatsoe'er thou be:  
My reverend father, call none son but me,  
For in this sword doth rest thy liberty.   CHA. 

Such mercy, as my sword affords to Pagans,  
He finds that calls me bastard; I am Charles,  
Father you know me since I rescued you,  
I am your only son, the rest are dead.   OLD BVL. 
I know thee Charles.  GODF. 

But father, I am Godfrey;  
That by my valour have regained your right:  
Have got your Dukedom from th'insulting French,  
And am myself invested Bullen's Duke.   OLD B. 
I know thee Godfrey..  CHA. 
Godfrey!  GODF. 

Brother Charles!  
The confident assurance of thy death,  
Made me to give the lie to my own thoughts.   CHA. 

The self-same strong opinion blinded me,  
Else for my brother I had challenged thee:  
Brother, you might have known me by the Arms  
Which I have borne in honour of my Trade.   GODF. 

Ah, but the resolution of thy death  
Made me to lose such thought.   ROB. 

Let us rejoice,  
And to your plausive fortunes give our voice.   GODF. 

Prince Robert, did the time afford us leave,  
We would discourse the sum of our escapes:  
But to our father's rescue.   CHA. 
Yield him slaves.  SOL. 
Tush, we will keep him spite of all your braves.  GODF. 
Be that our quarrel.  CHA. 

With courage, courage strives,  
We fight for CHRIST, our father, and our lives.   SOP. 

Here stands my Ensign, and by it a Crown,  
That you shall know the Persian honourable, Sets up his Standard & Crown.  
He that can fetch this Ensign from the walls,  
(Which I myself will guard) and leave some token  
Behind him, that his sword hath conquered it,  
He shall enjoy them both.   SOL. 

And here stands mine, Set up his Standard and Crown.  
The Babylonian emperors royal Standard.  
By it I plant the rich Cicilian Crown,  
Guarded by me and my all-conquering troops.  
He that but leaves a note he hath been here,  
And scapes unslain, although he win them not,  
That Christian will I honour.   ROB. 
Drums, alarum.  SOL. 
As loud and proud defiance our Drum sounds.  GODF. 
For CHRIST, my father, conquest, & two Crowns:  Exeunt. Alarum. The Christians are repulsed. Enter at two several doors, GVY and EUSTACE climb up the walls, beat the Pagans, take away the Crowns on their heads, and in the stead hang up the contrary Shields, and bring away the Ensigns, flourishing them, several ways. Enter SOLDAN, SOPHY, MORETES, TURNUS, with soldiers. SOL. 

Now the first wall is won, the Ensigns seized,  
The Crowns surprised, the Christians have the day:  
What shall we leave the Town?   ALL. 
ay, leave the Town.  SOP. 
'Tis best, 'tis best to take us to the field.  TVR. 

I think 'tis best that we make good the breach,  
And have no thought of marching towards the field:  
We leave a place of much security.   ALL. 
Why then make good the breach,  SOL. 

It shall be so.  
Gather our forces to make good the breach.   SOP. 

Tush, why should we be pent up in a Town?  
Let's ope the gates and boldly issue out,  
Leaving some few Pikes to make good the breach.  
What say you Lords? LORDS Then let us issue out.   ALL. 
Set open the gates, and let us issue our.  SOL. 

And to expose us to the general spoil.  
Keep the gates shut, defend them manfully.  
These Christians fight like devils; keep fast the gates,  
And once again let us make good the wall.   ALL. 
Make good the walls, make good the walls.  Enter at one door ROBERT and CHARLES, they meet EUSTACE with his Trophy: Enter at another door GODFREY TANCRED, they meet GVY with his Trophy. ROB. 

Triumphant honour hovers o'er our Arms  
What gallant spirit bravely hath borne hence  
The emperors Standard, slaughtered his proud Guard,  
And in the steed thereof hung up his Shield?   EVST. 

Witness this royal Crown upon my head,  
I seized the Ensign, I hung up that Shield.   GODF. 
What puissant arm snatched hence the Sophy's Standard?  GVY. 
This Crown upon my head, says it was I.  CHA. 

Forgetful Charles, brave Robert see the Knight,  
Whose valour freed us from the sultan's hands.   ROB. 

Renowned Christian, ever honoured be,  
It was thy sword procured us liberty.   EVST. 

By heaven not I, I never came in place,  
Where Robert or that Gallant were distressed:  
But there are others thankless, whom I freed,  
And now too proud forget that honoured deed.   GODF. 

'Twas he released us; honoured stranger thanks,  
But they are idle offerings from true hearts.  
Prince Tancred and myself, owe thee our lives.   GV. 

You mock me Princes, never did my sword  
Drink drop of pagan's blood to set you free:  
But Robert and that Prince unthankful be.   CHA. 
Whose shield is that?  EVST. 
Mine.  CHA. 

Then to you we owe  
Thanks for our lives, the Pagans overthrow.   EVST. 

The shield I challenge, but the act deny,  
I never gave you life or liberty.   GODF. 
Whose shield is that?  GV. 
Mine.  GODF. 

Then by thee we live,  
Thou didst our desperate lives and freedom give.   GV. 

What mean you Princes to deride a stranger?  
These eyes did never see you two in danger.   EVST. 
Who owes that shield?  GV. 
I: and who owes that?  EVST. 
I.  GVY. 
Thou know'st me then.  EVST. 
Thanks fortune, that I do.  GV. 
Have at the slave.  EVST. 
Brave foe have at thee too.  Fight, and are parted by the Princes. GODF. 

whate'er your quarrel be, contend no more  
He draws his sword 'gainst me that fights again:  
For I am foe to all descension.   CHA. 

So are we all, then end these wars in words,  
The Pagans have employment for your swords.   EVST. 

For one blow more, take here my Crown amongst you,  
Now that my spleen is up, it will not down,  
I'll give you all I have for one bout more.   GV. 

Lords, take mine too: by heaven I'll pawn my life  
Against the sultan's head, to bring it you,  
So you will let us try this mastery.   ROB. 

kingdoms nor Crowns can hire it at our hands,  
It shall not be, we say it shall not be.  
What are you Lords? we charge you by his honour  
Whom in your outward habit you profess,  
To tell us both what and from whence ye are.   GV. 

You charge us deeply. I a banished man,  
Whom you for mutiny expulsed the Camp,  
Yet was I leader of ten thousand French,  
But thought by you unworthy of these wars.  
Since my exile (Prince Robert view me well)  
I freed you two from base captivity.  
'Twas I that brought you weapons in the woods,  
And than you termed me some Celestial power,  
But being now in safety, you forget  
Your dangers past, and cancel that great debt.   EVST. 

Nay I am sure you long to know me too.  
I am your Outlaw brother, one of your Leaders,  
Banished with him: that from the Persians rage  
Freed Tancred, and that valiant man at Arms;  
however now they can forget my prowess.  
What need you more, I am he that won this Crown,  
And from these high walls plucked that Ensign down.   ROB. 

You have redeemed all your offences past,  
Deserving best in this society:  
But when you freed me, you did bear that shield.   GV. 
I did, but since exchanged it with my foe.  GODF. 
And you did bear that shield.  EVST. 

True, I did so.  
Ah had I been awake, thou know'st my mind,  
Thou hadst writ thy ruin in blood.   GV. 
Thy words are mine.  CHA. 
Leave brother Godfrey, & the Bullen Duke.  EVS. 
How!  GV. 
What!  CHA. 
Do you not know these faces?  GODF. 
Brother Charles.  EVST. 
Brother!  GV. 
Charles!  GODF. 

I'll question with them, for may it not be  
The might escape the seas as well as we?  
I had a brother, sir, resembled you.   EVST. 
I had a brother too resembled you:  CHA. 

The Bullen Duke, if ever you have heard  
Of such a man, had once a son like you.   GV. 
ay, and another son as much like you.  GODF. 
My brother's name was Eustace.  EVST. 
Godfrey mine.  GV. 
That Duke called his son Charles.  CHAR. 
Mine called his Guy.  GODF. 
My brother Eustace!  EVST. 
Godfrey!  CHA. 
Guy!  GV. 
And Charles!  ALL. 
Brothers!  ROB. 
This accident breeds wonders in my thoughts.  GODF. 
Oh let me curse that head that envied thee.  GV. 
Nay curse my heart that emulated thee.  EVST. 
My brother Outlaw, and my own true brother!  CHA. 
For ever thus let us embrace each other.  GODF. 

When I was cast upon the Bullen Strand,  
I thought none had escaped the seas but I.   GV. 

When I was thrown upon the French king's Coast,  
I thought none had escaped the Seas but I.   CHAR. 

I thought the seas had favoured none but me,  
When I attained the shores of Italy.   EVST. 

Ireland took me, and there I first touched ground,  
Presuming that my brothers all were drowned.   ROB. 

Were ye the four young London Prentices,  
That in the ships were wracked on Goodwins sands?  
Were said to have perished then of no repute?  
Now come the least of you to lead an Host,  
And to be found the sons to a great Duke?   GODF. 
Witness my shield the Trade I have professed.  GVY. 
Witness my shield I am one amongst the rest.  CHA. 
Witness thou mine.  EVST. 
And witness thou for me.  ROB. 
We witness all your martial chivalry.  EVST. 

And now my foe-turned brother, end our hate,  
And praise that Power Divine who guides our state.   GVY. 

Divide we hands and hearts: what hatred rests,  
power out in Thunder on the pagans' crests.   EVST. 

Our joys are not at full, they shall not yet  
Know where my sister and their love remains,  
Until these wars have end. Oh had our God  
Not laid our fortunes open, but a brother  
been brought in triumph to a sister's bed,  
Clouds of despair had masked our Sun of joy.  
Yet will I keep her secret, and the rather,  
To crown our haps when we have freed our father.   Enter TURNUS. TVR. 

Christians once more defiance in my tongue,  
Sounds dismal terror in your fearful ears.  
The Princes whom I serve, grieve they have mured  
Such an huge Army in a wall of stone,  
And they are thus resolved;  
To leave all place of scorned advantages,  
And in a pitched field end this glorious war.  
Say, will ye meet them?   ROB. 

Though he trust his strength,  
Yet will we meet his force's face to face,  
When the dry earth shall quaff your bloods apace.   GV. 

And tell the Soldan from a Christian Prince,  
That won from him these colours, and this Crown,  
In that pitched field my head this Crown shall bear,  
And scarf-like these athwart my breast I'll wear.   EVST. 

This for the Persian's sake I'll wear in sight,  
And under his own ensign this day fight.   CHA. 

Go tell the Soldan that he wears my Crown.  
Fortune hath given it me, it is mine own.   GODF. 

If thou hast more to say concerning war,  
Omit thy braves and trifling circumstance:  
we'll meet you sooner than you can desire.  
Be gone, be gone, our hearts are all on fire.   TVR. 

Brave Lords, our conquests will be honourable,  
Because we have to deal with honoured foes:  
Our pikes stand to receive you like a wood,  
we'll flake our white steeds in your Christian blood.   TAN. 

Prepare to meet them, and appoint our powers,  
This day the City and themselves are ours.   ROB. 

Thou under whom we fight, this day defend us,  
For unto thy protection we commend us.   Exeunt. Enter at one door with Drum and Colours, SOLDAN sophy, MORETES, TURNUS, and Soldiers. SOL. 

Great Monarchs, Kings, and Princes of the East,  
Ye come t'encounter with a valiant foe;  
Such as have swam huge Rivers, climbed the Alps;  
That can endure sharp hunger; such as shrink not  
To have their bloods sod with the dog days heat,  
Nor to be curdled with cold Saturn's rod.  
What honour were it for an Host of Giants,  
To combat with a pigmy Nation?  
No, Lords, the foe we must encounter with,  
Is full of spirit and majestic spleen,  
Strong, hardy, and their hearts invincible.  
Destroy these, and you win yourselves a name,  
And all the nations of the earth shall fear you.   SOP. 

The more renowned the foe is, the more famous  
Shall be our conquest, the more great their fall.  
Come Lords, divide we our battalions.   SOL. 
Be yours the vanguard.  SOP. 
I will give the charge.  SOL. 

Turnus, have you the Rearward. I the battle,  
Moretes, thou this day shalt lead the horse  
Take thou the Cornet, Turnus thou the Archers,  
Be thine the Guidon, I the men at Arms  
Be mine this Ensign.   SOP. 

Then mount our Canons, let our flanking pieces  
Rail on the Christian Army with wide mouths.  
For I this day will lead the forlorn hope,  
The Camisado shall be given by me.   TVR. 

Already they have placed their battery,  
Their Ordinance stand fit to beat the Flanks.   SOL. 

My Canoneers need no instruction.  
Come, let us line our Pikes with Musketeers,  
And so attend the Christians' fatal charge.   Enter marching, ROBERT, TANCRED, GODFREY, GVY, CHARLES, EUSTACE, Drum and Soldiers. ROB. 

Princes, this day we are espoused to death:  
A better place to die in, than this vale, in which our saviours Sepulchre remains,  
What man in all our Army could desire?  
Speak, how have you disposed our Officers.   GODF. 
Your Grace is Captain General of the Army.  GV. 

And Godfrey you high Marshal, and Master of the Camp,  
And as assistants you have under you  
The Sergeant major, Quartermaster, Provost,  
And Captain of the spions.   GODF. 

My brother Guy chief General of the Horse  
To serve him his Lieutenant Colonel  
Captains and scout-masters.   EVST. 

My brother Charles General of the Artillery,  
Under him his Lieutenant commissaries of Munitions,  
Gentlemen of the Artillery, Colonel of Pioneers,  
Trench Masters, and carriage Masters.   CHA. 

My brother Eustace Treasurer of the Camp,  
And under him the Auditors, Muster-masters, & Commissaries.   EVST. 

Prince Tancred is our Royal Secretary,  
Without whom nothing is concluded on.  
Thus are the special Offices disposed.   TAN. 
Princes, what order take you for the assault.  ROB. 

One half maintain the battery beat the walls,  
Whilst the other keeps them play in the open fields.   GODF. 

We shall not need to block the breach with Forts,  
Victuals and forage are at pleasure ours.  
Stoccadoes, palisadoes, stop their waters.  
Bulwarks and Curtains all are battered down  
And we are safe entrenched by Pioneers.  
Our Casemates, Cavaliers, and counterscarps,  
Are well surveyed by all our Engineers.  
Fortifications, Ramparts, Parapets;  
That we at pleasure may assault the way,  
Which leads unto the gate Antiochia.   GV. 

Whilst you intend the walls, shall my bard horse  
Give a brave onset, shivering all their Pikes,  
Armed with their grieves and Maces, and broad Swords,  
Proof cuirasses, and open Burganets.   CHA. 

Yet let us look our battle be well maned,  
With shot, Bills, Halberds, and proof Targeteers.   EVST. 

No man but knows his charge. Brothers and friends,  
See where they stand for us; this night shall hide  
All their bright glory which now swells with pride.   SOL. 
Christians?  EVST. 
Pagans?  SOL. 
Behold our Camp.  ROB. 
Soldan, survey ours too.  SOL. 

From Ganges to the Bay of calicut,  
From Turkey and the threefold Arabia:  
From Sauxin Eastward unto Nubia's bounds,  
From Lybia and the Land of Mauritans,  
And from the red Sea to the wilderness,  
Have we unpeopled Kingdoms for these wars,  
To be revenged on you base Christians.   ROB. 

From England, the best brood of martial spirits,  
Whose walls the Ocean washeth white as snow,  
For which you strangers call it Albion:  
From France, a Nation both renowned and feared,  
From Scotland, Wales, even to the Irish Coast,  
Beyond the pillars great Alcides reared,  
At Gades in Spain unto the Pyrene hills,  
Have we assembled men of dauntless spirits,  
To scourge you hence ye damned Infidels.   SOP. 

Within our troops are sturdy bands of moors,  
Of Babylonians, Persians, Bactrians,  
Of Grecians, Russians, of Tartarians, Turks,  
Even from the floods that grow from Paradise  
Unto this place where the Brook Kedron runs.   GV. 

Within our Troops are English, French, Scotch, Dutch,  
Italians of Prince Tancred's regiment.  
even from the Seas that wall in Albion,  
As far as any River or Brook runs,  
That Christians drinks on, have we people here,   TVR. 
To make our streets red with your Christian blood.  CHAR. 
To drown you slaves in a vermilion flood.  MOR. 
To burn your bodies o'er your prophet's grave.  EVST. 
To lead your Emperor Captive like a slave.  SOL. 
To make your guide trot by my chariot wheel.  TAN. 
To lash your armour with these rods of steel.  SOP. 

Then to extirp you all, ye Persian powers,  
Assist our courage, make the conquest ours.   ROB. 

God match thy might with theirs, protect us to;  
To let this people know what thou canst do.   SOL. 

A charge, a charge, rail drums, and Cannons roar,  
Christians, at home your friends abroad deplore.   GODF. 

Christians at home abroad our conquests fame;  
Thou God of Hosts this day make known thy name.   Alarum. join battle: The Christians are beaten off. The Soldan victoriously leads off his Soldiers marching. Enter CHARLES and GODFREY with Pistols. CHA. 

Oh God, that multitude should more than manhood,  
That we should thus be borne down with a press,  
Be thronged and shouldered from the place we keep!   GODF. 

For every man we lead, the foe hath ten,  
Their weapons tops appear above their heads,  
In as thick number as the spikes of grain  
Upon a well-tiled land: they have more lives,  
Than all our tired arms could send to death,  
If they should yield their bare breasts to our swords.   CHA. 

What should we do? we are encompassed round,  
Girded with thousand thousands in a ring.  
And like a man left on a dangerous rock,  
That waits the climbing tide rise to destroy him:  
What way so e'er he looks, sees nought but death:  
So we; the bloody tide grows up apace,  
Whose waves will swallow us 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 down a wood of men upon the sudden.  
Their swords cut lances, as a scythe cuts grass:  
Their valour seems to me miraculous.  
Thou Saviour of the world, whose Cross we bear,  
Infuse our hearts with courage, theirs with fear.   Exeunt. Enter SOLDAN, sophy, and Soldiers. Alarum. Enter GVY and EUSTACE with their father. EVST. 
A Zion, a Zion.  GV. 
A jerusalem.  EVST. 
A father, and in him a Crown of joy.  GV. 
A Zion, a jerusalem, a father.  EVST. 

Through their Decurians, centurions and Legion,  
Captains of thousands, and ten thousands guards,  
We have ventured even upon the cannon's mouth,  
And scaled the bull work where their Ordinance played.  
The strength of Armies triumphs in those Arms,  
We have surprised the Fortress and the Hold:  
My shield I have had cut piece-meal from mine arm.  
But now you would have taken me for an Archer,  
So many arrows were stuck here and here,  
The Pagans thought to make a Quiver of me.   Alarum enter Pagans. 

See brother, how the foe fresh forces gather!  
A Zion, a jerusalem, a father.   Every one by turn takes up their father, and carries him: Enter the two brothers, they aid cc second them. And with a shout carry him away, Alarum: Enter SOLDAN, sophy. SOL. 
An Engineer, call forth an Engineer.  SOP. 
Why, what to do, my Lord?  SOL. 

I'll make these turret's dance among the Clouds,  
Before the Christians shall inhabit them.   SOP. 
Yet there is hope of conquest, fight brave Soldan.  SOL. 

These Christians rage, like spirits conjured up,  
Their thundering Ordinance spit huge clouds of fire,  
They run against the walls like iron rams,  
And bear them down afore them with their breasts.   SOP. 

Fortune thou art too envious of our glory,  
Behold the two great'st Emperors of the earth,  
The Babylonian Soldan, and great Sophy;  
unveil thine eyes, and look upon our fals.   SOL. 
Fortune and fate, and death, the devil and all,  Enter Moretes and Turnus. 
Oppose themselves against us. Now what news?  MOR. 
Death.  SOP. 
What news bring'st thou?  TVR. 
Confusion,  SOL. 
That death was once my slave, but now my Lord.  SOP. 

Confusion was once page unto my sword.  
Is the day lost?   TVR. 
Lost.  SOL. 
Must we needs despair?  MOR. 
Despair.  SOL. 

We will not, we will die resolvedly,  
The Palace we will make a slaughterhouse,  
The streets a Shambles, Kennels shall run blood,  
Down from Mount Zion, with such hideous noise,  
As when great showers of waterfalls from Hills.   SOP. 
Through which way did they make irruption first?  TVR. 

Through the gate, called Antiochia.  
The self-same breach that Roman Titus made,  
When he destroyed this City, they burst ope.   SOL. 

There is some virtue in the Cross they wear,  
It makes them strong as lions, swift as Roes.  
Their resolutions make them Conquerors.  
They have ta'en our Royal Standard from the walls,  
In place whereof they have advanced their Cross.   SOP. 

I will not I survive so foul a shame,  
Once more unite our powers, (I mean ourselves)  
For all powers else have failed us; bravely fight,  
That our declining sun may make there night!   Enter the four brethren. SOL. 

Christians, base Christians, hear us when we call,  
Eternal darkness shall confound you all.   Alarum. The four brethren each of them kill a Pagan King, take of their Crowns, and exeunt: two one way, and two another way. Retreat. Enter ROBERT, TANCRED, GODFREY, GVY, CHARLES, EUSTACE, Old Duke, Drum, Colours, and Soldiers. ROB. 

Now smooth again the wrinkles of your brows,  
And wash the blood from off your hands in milk:  
With penitential praises laud our God,  
Ascribe all glory to the heavenly Powers,  
Since Zion and Jerusalem are ours.   TANC. 

We do abhor a heart puffed up with pride,  
That attributes these conquests to our strength;  
'Twas God that strengthened us and weakened them,  
And gave us Zion and Jerusalem.   GODF. 

Thou that dost muster Angels in the sky,  
That in thyself hast power of victory:  
Make thy name shine, bright as the noontide Sun,  
Since Zion and jerusalem are won.   OLD D. 

My former want hath now sufficient store,  
For having seen this, I desire no more.  
How fair and smooth my stream of pleasure runs,  
To look at once on Zion and my sons!   GV. 

Showers of abundance rain into our lips,  
To make repentance grow within our hearts.  
What greater earthly bliss could heaven power down,  
Than Zion, our dear father, and this Town?   CHA. 

Then to confirm these conquests God hath given us,  
Sealed with the blood of Kings and Emperors;  
Let us elect a King, that may maintain  
Our honours with the deaths of Monarchs slain.   EVST. 

Call forth the Patriarch of jerusalem,  
His right hand must bequeath that dignity.   GODF. 

With tears I speak it, lagging in the train  
Of the distressed Soldan he was slain.   ROB. 

Praised be our God, we have revenged his death.  
Great Potentates consort him to his grave.   CHA. 

What man, for gravity and sanctity,  
May we think worthy of this honoured place?   ROB. 

Whose years, devotion, and most sacred life,  
Better can fit that holy place, than his  
Whose worthy sons have brought to end these wars?  
Princes, join hands, invest him all at once.   Flourish. OLD D. 

My fervent zeal, bids I should not deny:  
It brings my soul to heaven before I die.   EVST. 

But Princes, whom will ye elect the King,  
To guard this City from succeeding peril.   GODF. 
Robert of Normandy.  ROB. 
Oh chose Prince Tancred rather,  TANC. 
Too weak 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 loves:  
But letters from England tell me William's dead,  
And by succession left the Crown to me.  
I say Prince Godfrey hath deserved it best.   TAN. 
So Tancred says.  ALL. 
And so say all the rest.  GODF. 

Princes, ye press me down with too much honours,  
And load a soul that cannot bear them up.  
Dissuade me not, no counsel I will hear.  
Behold a Crown which Godfrey means to wear! A Crown of Thorns.  
This made the blood run from our saviours Brow  
No Crown but this can Godfrey's heart allow.  
Prayers are my pride, devotion draws my sword,  
No pomp but this can Bullen's soul afford.  
My vow's irrevocable, state I refuse;  
No other Crown but this will Godfrey choose.   TAN. 

If he refuse the place, elect Prince Guy;  
Most voices; shall he have the Sceptre?   ALL. 
I.  ROB. 

Then Crown him straight, and henceforth let his name  
Be through the world called Guy of Lessingham.  
All these desire it, I consent with them;  
Long live Prince Guy, King of Jerusalem.   Flourish: GV. 

The Crown is burst, and parted from my head;  
I fear the heavens are angry with your choice.   OLD D. 

Son Guy they are not. By Divine instinct  
The heavens have lent me a Prophetic spirit.  
This she was thy troublous reign, mutines from far,  
Shall fright thy Towns and Provinces with war.   GV. 

If it be nothing else, Crown me again,  
We have a heart our Kingdom to maintain.  
What honours do my brother's heads await?   ROB. 

Prince Eustace, you shall wear this Crown of State,  
Be King of Sicil and command that Isle.  
Lord Charles, the crown of Cyprus longs to you,  
That in the fight the King of Cyprus slew.  
One general voice at once proclaim them Kings.   Flourish. CHA. 

In memory of this solemnity,  
Here will I leave this Scutcheon borne by me:  
That in what coast so e'er my bones be laid,  
This shield may be an honour to my Trade.   EVST. 

Mine shall hang there, a trophy of my fame,  
My Trade is famous by King Eustace name.   GVY. 

In memory a king hath borne this shield,  
I add these Chalices to this Argent Field.   GODF. 

In honour of my first profession  
That shield in all these wars by Godfrey borne,  
I crown this Maid's head with a wreath of Thorn.   OLD D. 

Oh were my daughter here this joy to see;  
How light her soul! how glad would my heart be!   TANC. 
Would I had now my love.  GVY. 

Or I that Dame,  
That adds to beauty's sun a brighter flame.   ROB. 

Were the fair virgin here, I would renown  
Her glorious beauty with the English Crown.   EVST. 
Princes, I'll fit you all, Lady come forth.  Enter BELLA FRANCA. BELL. 
The lovely Princes.  TAN. 
Fair Mistress!  CHA. 
Lady!  GODF. 
madam!  GV. 
Honoured Saint!  BELL. 

Nay pardon me, love comes not by constraint.  
But Princes, will you grant me patience,  
Before I part, I mean 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 yourself our sister.  BELL. 
And whom you?  TAN. 
My love.  BELL. 
Who's that?  TANC. 
Your honoured self fair Maid.  BELL. 

Nay, I'll make good the words that I have said.  
Father, I give a daughter to your hand:  
Brothers, behold, here doth your sister stand.  
Tancred behold the Lady you once ceased,  
Only I leave Prince Robert here displeased.   OLD D. 
My daughter Bella Franca!  BRO. 
Sister!  TANC. 
Love!  OLD D. 

I am too happy, and too full of joy.  
Heaven powers on me more good than I can bear:  
I that before was starved, now surfeit here.   ROB. 

Princes, and Lady, nothing can displease us,  
For we partake in all this glad content,  
And with applause rejoice this accident.  
Tancred rejoice, your love, and you your friends,  
Where you begin with marriage, our love ends.  
Kings, & kings Peers, to heaven ascribe the glory,  
Whilst we to Chronicles report this story.   GV. 

Make love unto my sister! 'tis most strange,  
Now Guy I would thy hadst thy French love here.  
My heart should grant her what I then refused.  
Now having got this state of dignity,  
I grieve that I have so obdurate been,  
But for amends would make her Zion's Queen.   EVST. 

And well remembered brother, I must now  
Entreat you for a pretty boy your Page,  
That hath on some occasion strayed from you.   GV. 
Oh brother, where's the villain?  EVST. 
Pardon him, and I will tell you.  GV. 
Great were th'offence, I would not clear for you.  EVST. 

The poor boy, brother, stays within my Tent,  
But so disguised you cannot know him now,  
For he's turned wench: and but I know the wag,  
To be a joy, to see him thus transformed,  
I should have sworn he had been a Wench indeed.   GV. 

Pray, let me see him, brother in that habit,  
I would not lose the villain for more gold,  
Than Zion would be sold for; he will blush  
To be ta'en tardy in his Maid's attire.   EVST. 
You have pardoned him?  GV. 
I have.  EVST. 
Then lack appear:  Enter the French Lady. 
Nay blush not to be in your woman's gear.  GV. 

Leap heart, dance spirit, be merry jocund soul,  
'Tis she undoubtedly.   FREN. LAD. 
You know me then!  GV. 

I do, 'twas that disguise,  
That all this while hath blinded my clear eyes.   EVST. 

Fie, are you not ashamed to kiss a boy,  
And in your arms to grasp him with such joy?   GV. 
She is no boy, you do mistake her quite.  EVST. 

A boy, a Page, a wagtail by this light.  
What say you sister?   BELL. 

Sure he told me so,  
For if he be a maid, I made him one.   EVST. 

Do not mistake the sex man, for he's none,  
It is a rogue, a wag, his name is jack,  
A notable dissembling lad, a Crack.   GVY. 

Brother, 'tis you that are deceived in her,  
Beshrew her, she hath been my bedfellow  
A year and more, yet I had not the grace.  
Brothers receive a sister; reverent father  
Accept a daughter, whilst I take a wife,  
And of a great king's daughter make a Queen.  
This is the beauteous virgin, the French Lady,  
To whom my fortune still remains in debt.   EVST. 

A Lady, than I cry you mercy brother,  
A gallant Bride would I had such another.   FREN. L. 

A wondrous change! she that your Page hath been  
Is now at length transformed to be your Queen.  
Pardon me Guy, my love drew me along,  
No shameless lust.   GVY. 

Fair Saint, I did you wrong.  
If fortune had not been your friend in this,  
You had not lain thus long without a kiss.  
Father, embrace her; brothers; sister, all.   OLD D. 

This fortune makes our joys mere comical.  
The fame of our success all Europe rings:  
The father, Patriarch, sees his sons all Kings.   ROB. 

The heavens are full of bounty; then brave Princes,  
First in the Temple hang these Trophies up,  
As a remembrance of your fortunes past.  
You good old father, wear your Patriarchs Robes,  
Prince Godfrey, walk you with your Crown of Thorns;  
Guy with his Lady; Tancred with his wife:  
Charles with his Crown of Cyprus, and young Eustace  
Crowned with the rich Sicilian Diadem;  
I with the honour of the pagans' deaths.  
So in Procession walk we to Christ's Tomb,  
With humble hearts to pay our pilgrims vows.  
Repair we to our Countries, that once done,  
For Zion and jerusalem are won.   Exeunt Omnes. 
FINIS.