THE Seven Champions of Christendom.  
Acted at the Cockpit, and at the Red-Bull in St. John's Street, with a general liking.  
And never Printed till this Year 1638.  
Written by J. K.  
LONDON: Printed by J. Okes, and are to be sold by James Becket at his Shop in the Inner Temple Gate. 1638.   

To his much respected and worthy Friend Master JOHN WAIT.  
Sir,  
THinking of amends to express my gratefulness for those many Favours You have shown me, I could pitch on no other more fit than this my Genius prompted me, it was well thought on, if Yours give it the like acceptance I am happy: for Works of this Nature, I dare affirm, have been acceptable to most men, contemned by few, unless it be those of the more Stoical disposition, whose rigid Fronts cry down all things, but what themselves approve of. For this Work of itself, I may say thus much without blushing, it received the rights of a good Play, when it was Acted, which were Applauses & Commendations, whether it merited them or not, I leave to your Judgement: the Nature of the Work, being History; it consists of many parts, not walking in one direct path, of Comedy, or Tragedy, but having a larger field to trace, which methinks should yield more pleasure to the Reader, Novelty and Variety being the only Objects these our Times are taken with: the Tragedy may be too dull and solid, the Comedy too sharp and bitter; but a well mixed portion of either, doubtless would make the sweetest harmony. But this Work as it is, and my wishes that all defects in it, to my desires, and your content were supplied, I commend to your perusal, myself, it, and resting, to be commanded by you in all friendly Offices,  
John Kirke.   

The Actors Names.  

The seven Champions.  
St. George of England.  
james of Spain.  
Anthony of Italy.  
Andrew of Scotland.  
Patrick of Ireland.  
David of Wales.  
Denis of France.   

Tarpax the Devil.  
The Emperor of Trebozand.   

Three Lords.  
Ancetes.  
Almeno.  
Lenon.   

The King of Tartary.  
Ormandine, a Magician.  
2 Lords his friends,  
Argalio, an Enchanter.  
Leonides, his friend.  
Brandron, the Giant.  
King of Macedon.  
Suckabus, the Clown.  
Violeta, the Princess.  
Carintha her maid.  
Three Daughters to Macedon.  
Calib, the Witch.  
Three Spirits.  
Three attendants on the Emperor.  
Three Shepherds.  
A priest of Pan.  
Three messengers.  
Two armed Knights.  
Three Ghosts; the Father, Mother, and Sister of Leonides.    

The seven Champions of Christendom.  

ACTUS PRIMUS.  Thunder and Lightning: Enter Calib the Witch. Calib. 
Ha, louder a little; so, that burst was well:  
Again, ha, ha; house, house your heads you fear-struck  
mortal fools; when Calibs consort plays  
A hunts-up to her, how rarely doth it languel  
In mine ears? these are mine Organs,  
The Toad, the Bat, the Raven, and the fell whistling bird,  
Are all my anthem singing Choristers;  
Such sapless roots, and liveless withered woods  
Are pleasanter to me, than to behold the jocund  
Month of May, in whose green head of youth,  
The amorous Flora strews her various flowers,  
And smiles to see how brave she has decked her girl:  
But pass we May, as game for fangled fools,  
That dares not set a foot in Arts dark secret,  
And bewitching path as Calib has.  
Here is my mansion, within the rugged bowels of this Cave,  
This crag, his Cliff, this den, which to behold  
Would freeze to Ice the hissing trammels of Medusa:  
Yet here enthroned I sit, more richer in my spells  
And potent charms, than is the stately mountain  
Queen, dressed with the beauty of her sparkling gems,  
To vie a lustre 'gainst the heavenly Lamps:  
But we are sunk in these Antipodes, so choked  
With darkness in great Calibs Cave, that it can  
Stifle day, it can and shall, for we do loathe  
The light, and as our deeds are black we hug the night.  
But where's this boy, my George, my love, my life,  
Whom Calib lately dotes on more than life:  
I must not have him wander from my love, further than  
Summons of my eye or beck can call him back again:  
But 'tis my fiend gotten, & deformed issue that misleads him,  
For which, I'll rap him in a storm of hail, and dash him  
'Gainst the pavement on the rocky den:  
He must not lead my joy astray from me;  
The Parents of that boy begetting him,  
Begot and boar the issue of their deaths, which done,  
The child I stole, thinking alone to triumph in his death,  
And bathe my body in his popular gore:  
But Dovelike nature favoured so the child, that Calibs killing  
Knife fell from her hand, and stead of stabs I kissed  
I kissed there I lipped boy, and since have brought him up,  
Cope mate, and fellow with my own sweet son:  
And now the boy desires to know, what Calib  
Hath so long concealed from him, his parentage,  
Which still I must, as I have done, put off,  
And cast some pleasing game to file that question  
Out of his thoughts:  
His heart soars high, fame on his temple plays,  
And Calib fears her death by Autumn's day,  
For which my light winged spirit of the Air  
Grand Tarpax, prince of the gristy North:  
What, ho Tarpax, obey my charms,  
And with the steel tipped pinions of thy wings,  
Cut through the Clouds and fly unto thy Calib.  Thunder and Lightning: Tarpax descends. Tar. 
No more my Calib, see thy Tarpax comes,  
More swifter than the motive of an eye,  
Mounted on wings swift as a thought  
I fly unto my Mistress: now, what wouldst thou?  Calib. 
Be full resolved of fear, struck sudden doubts:  
Age makes my span of days seem but an inch,  
And snows, like cold December, on my heart:  
See how I tremble Tarpax, as doth the listening Heart,  
When he hears the feathered arrows sing his funeral dirge.  Tar. 
Name what afflicts my love.  Calib. 
But will my Tarpax tell me?  Tar. 
Both must and will.  Calib. 
When must I die then? when must Calibs life  
Be back surrendered by the hands of death?  
Age can no longer to me subsistence give:  
My Taper hath watched long, when will it out?  
Perform no flattering part for to delude me:  
When? ha, when my Tarpax?  Tar. 
Fates keep unknown from spirits those last times  
Of days and hours: yet can I riddle out a prophecy,  
Which if my Calib well observe and keep  
Thy time may farther run, death stay his sleep.  Calib. 
Say on sweet Tarpax.  Tar. 
Whilst Calib in her powerful hand  
Holds fast her powerful art,  
So long may Calib by her power,  
Command Death hold his Dart.  
But when fond Love by dotage shall,  
Blindfold wise Calibs eyes,  
With that great power she did command,  
The great Enchantress dies.  Cal. 
Ha, ha, ha; and when will that be Tarpax?  
Vanish like smoke, my fear, come kiss me my Love,  
Thou hast earned thy breakfast Chuck; here suck thy fill.  Clowne within. Clow. 
Illo ho, ho Illo.  Tar. 
What mole's that disturbs us?  
Shall I blast him?  Cal. 
Hold my Love, 'tis Suckabus our son; fall off.  Tar. 
The fool ne'er saw his Father yet,  
Make us acquainted.  Enter fool bloody. Clow. 
So ho, ho; Mother, Mother.  Cal. 
Defend me Tarpax: what doth ail the boy?  Clow. 
Ale? no mother; I am neither in Ale nor Beer,  
Nor no such grain-tub, peasantical Element:  
My Hogshead runs Alegant, and your Nursling broached it.  Cal. 
Hath George done this? Slave, thou liest:  
Go call him hither.  Clow. 
Mother, no more such words, my blood's up,  
And I am apt for Rebellion; and you know  
A Soldiers Latin for the Lie, is the stab.  Tar. 
Hold villain, what resist thy mother?  Clow. 
Oh Lord, help me George, George, nursling George.  Cal. 
Villain come back,  
I'll toss thee in a whirlwind i'th' air else:  
Come back I say, and learn to put on duty.  
There stands your sire, you Cur; kneel for a benediction.  Clow. 
Hold your hand Mother, I have no mind to be made a Buzzard, nor fly like an Owl i'th' air, or mount like a Kite over Towns and Cities for carrion, without any biding place. Where my father is I know not, but the likeness of our persons shows me a Pig of your own farrow.  Tar. 
I am thy Father Suckabus.  Clow. 
You may be the Devil for aught I know,  
For you are neither like my Mother, nor me.  Cal. 
Cast fear and wonder off my boy,  
This is thy Father, and a potent spirit,  
Prince of the grisly North, that muffles us, and ties,  
And also unties the fiery rude band og Boreas:  
Then, as becomes thee, show thy reverence to him.  Clow. 
Why now I am satisfied; could not you have said this before, Pray father, pray the devil to bless me, and make me a man like my mother: So be it.  Both. 
Our blessings on our Child.  Clow. 
But do you hear Father, if you be a Prince, I must be a Lord, or an Earl, or a devilish Duke, or somewhat.  Tar. 
Thou art by birth Duke of Styx, Sulphur, & Helvetia.  Clow. 
O brave, o brave, Duke of Styx, Sulphur, & Helvetia?  
Pray father, what Title hath my Mother?  Tar. 
Queen of Limbony, and Duchess of Witchcordia.  Clow. 
I thought so, I told my Mother she looked like a Witch a great while ago: a pox on't, I knew it: but do you hear mother, were not you one of the Cats that drunk up the miller's Ale in Lancashire Windmills?  Cal. 
Peace sir, begone, go seek out George,  
And bring him to me presently.  Clow. 
Must I call George again? Then (I fear) I shall get another broken pate, before I get a plaster for this: for we do nothing in the world but fight; he kills me two or three times in an hour: he plays a Knight in Armour, and I a Lady; that he fights with a great Tree for, and wins me from it: than I play a Giant, and he kills me; then a Boar, and he kills me again; then an enchanted Castle, and then my stones go to wrack; then a Lion, and then he pulls out my heart.  Cal. 
Then an Ass sir.  Horn within. Clow. 
Right, and there he kills me again:  
But Mother, George is come, I hear his Horn.  Cal. 
Into my Cave my Tarpax, take my some with thee,  
I'll have a little conference with George.  Exit. Enter George. 
Welcome my George, my joy, my love, my life,  
My soul's sole darling, and my fancy's dotage  
Commander of great Calib, and her power;  
Why does those eyes, the lights of Calibs Cell,  
Shoot their illustrious splendour on the Earth,  
And not shine upwards as they were wont to do?  
Why do those Arms thus twine into a lock,  
As if despair had seized upon thy thoughts,  
And blasted quite the flower of thy youth?  
Speak my loved Nursling, can Calib give thee ease?  Geo. 
You may, you can.  Cal. 
Why then be sure I will:  
Let daylight shine then, and expel those clouds,  
For here I vow, by that infernal power,  
By whom I may command to grant whate'er it be,  
Thy full demand, not dangering of ourself.  Geo. 
I wish it not, but so much love  
To my kind Nurse, as shows a tender mother  
To her Child, when she first blesses him  
After a long absence.  Cal. 
This stronger ties our love; thy demand?  Geo. 
Then thus: Although I want no Parent in yourself,  
By your kind fostering and indulgency:  
Be not offended, that I here renew my former suit,  
Which though so long put by,  
Your Oath stands now unto me for to grant.  Cal. 
Say on.  Geo. 
The knowledge of my Parents, that by them  
I may not be a stranger to myself.  Cal. 
That string's not out of Tune, yet still 'tis touched,  
And I no longer now can put him off:  
George, you shall, your suit is granted;  
But this condition I must have ye seal to,  
And then we will deliver either's deed.  Geo. 
'Tis granted.  Calib. 
Then know sweet boy that Calib loves thee dear,  
Witness my pity on thee at thy birth,  
When thy adulterous mother cast thee off,  
As fearful lest their close lascivious sin  
Should play the tell-tale of them to the world:  
Wherefore thy Mother striven by Art to kill thee,  
Even in thy first conception, but still my charms  
I mixed amongst her drugs, whose greater poison  
Proved thy Antidotes, killed what should kill,  
And in the Casket safe preserved my gem.  Georg. 
O my unhappy Fate! am I a Bastard then?  Calib. 
give't not so gross a title, but list a little more:  
Thy mother saw the more she strove to kill,  
The more thou quicken'st, and grew'st stronger still,  
Gave over the child-bane pills, and from the world's  
Quick censuring, screened up the knowledge by obscurity,  
Save unto me the closet of her thoughts,  
And an attendant handmaid. But to be brief,  
Maturity being to ripeness grown,  
I played Lucida's part, and snatched thee  
From the knife, aimed at thy heart; thus having saved  
Thee, going from thy unnatural Dam  
I bore thee to life's safety; and since  
Thou hast a tongue to speak how I have used thee.  George. 
Both Nurse and Mother, my duty,  
With my thanks gives it acknowledgement:  
But could my mother, finding painful throws,  
Through which I hastened to give her ease,  
Before my tender eyes did ope to see the world,  
Seek to entomb me up again?  Calib. 
Urge it no more she did.  George. 
Were they ashamed of their own work?  
How were they titled, Base or Noble pray?  Calib. 
Base, and Noble too:  
Both base by thee, but noble by descent;  
And thou got base, yet mayst thou write true gent:  
No further satisfaction seek to know,  
I call thee George, thy surname I must not show.  George. 
I have enough:  
I'm glad I soar above the common wing,  
Both base and noble too, they are bloods that keep  
Two currents in my veins, but they must meet:  
Smile honour and assist me,  
Let me thy footsteps trace,  
My noble deeds shall purge the blood that's base.  Calib. 
I fear I have said too much:  
Come George for me.  George. 
I am ready mother; farewell the name of Nurse:  
Speak, and I grant.  Calib. 
Then thus my George;  
Thou yet art but an April tender bud:  
Before that Month in thee be quite expired  
Look for thy Mother here, an Autumn shaken  
Leaf, and fall'n to th' earth, dead and forgot;  
Now if thou lov'st me, as I hope thou dost,  
Stay but a little, next puff of wind makes me but kiss the earth,  
And thou hast freedom; say, is it done?  Georg. 
My tears deliver't as my deed; 'tis done.  Calib. 
That's my sweet boy; and now to give thee further  
Trial of my love, to thee alone the ransom shall belong  
Of six obscured Champions in my cave, a sight  
Thou never yet beheldst, my loving boy:  
Tarpax bring forth those daring Champions  
That were sent to kill great Calib,  
And confound my charm.  
Oh they are come: This is, my George, the fiery youth of Spain,  
Called by the name of james: this Anthony of Italy:  
This the brave Northern Knight, brave Andrew:  
This Ireland's Patrick: Britain's David this:  
And this the lively brisk cross capering French man Denis:  
There take 'em to thee, use 'em as thou please;  
Their armour and their weapons too are thine:  
With which the scarecrows came to fright us hence.  Georg. 
A sight would pierce a rock,  
Goodly shaped persons, how I suffer for them?  
But yet I must dissemble love and pity:  
Are these 'em Mother? take them away,  
They have been used too well; we'll think  
Of harder pain and courser fare.  Calib. 
That's my best George, take this charming wand;  
Make trial of it then against this rock,  
And with once waving it about thy head,  
The mortis sinewed stones shall cleave in sunder,  
And gape like an insatiate grave, to swallow up what's thereon:  
And do but wish that it should close again,  
Give but the other wave, and it is done:  
There George I give it thee.  Thunder and lightning, a groan, Tarpax laughs. Georg. 
Thanks loving Mother.  Calib. 
Ha, 'twas Tarpax voice.  Tar. 
Fool, fool, Calib fool.  Calib. 
O my fear struck shaken heart.  Georg. 
What ails my mother?  Calib. 
Nay, nothing George: I must a while retire;  
Be not you absent, a minute's  
Space shall send me back again.  Exit. George. 
Though borne in bastardy, how happy was my fate,  
In this good Calib; she's cruel unto others,  
And few or none, whose foot do chance to stray  
Near the abiding of this great enchantress,  
But deaths therein, to which they travail to.  
A world of fancies dance about my brains.  
And shapes methinks, which says I am no bastard:  
Or what a war myself hath with myself,  
And spurs me on to know what Fate denies me:  
She told me too my Parentage was noble,  
But name and Title she obscured from me:  
How, or which way; oh I have't, I will make trial  
Of her sorcery: she said, what I desired to see or know,  
This rod wave 'bout my head should amplify:  
Take courage George then, though they loved not thee,  
Yet thus I do desire their shapes to see.  
Defend me all you ministers of grace.  Thunder and Lightning, then soft music: Enter the ghost of George's father and mother. Fath. George. Moth. George. Geo. 
I answer to that name: say on.  Fath. 
Then first to settle these thy wandering thoughts,  
Thou art our son, truly legitimate;  
Vomit the thought of Bastard, thou art none,  
But heir to the Earl of Coventry.  Geo. 
O say, resolve me complete shadows of my Parents,  
Upon my knees with Reverence I bow, tell me, oh tell me,  
Since from your airy shapes I hear both sound & voice  
Add to distressed George a second birth and life,  
In saying that ye live.  Fath. 
O no.  Mo. 
O No.  Geo. 
How soon fresh flowers fall, which now did grow.  Fath. 
Delay not long thy Parents rest my George,  
Hear a brief story, and then send me hence:  
Know then that cursed Calib, which now dotes on thee,  
Did not at first do so, but poisoned us,  
And fled with thee away unto that Cell of honour,  
Secured by her enchantments from all danger,  
Then her intents not satisfied with both our lives,  
Began to prey on thine; but pity, spite of Hell,  
Flew from thine eyes, and overthrew the murderess black intent:  
That since thoust lived in love and favour with her.  
But now be wise, her power is in thy hand.  
Oh then be swift, be swift to execute  
Thy Parents murder on the damned witch:  
That done, redeem the Christian Champions, go with them,  
Her Cave is not unfurnished of rich Arms;  
Fame holds the Christian Trophy thou must bear,  
England's Red Cross shall George, than St. George wear,  
That summoned us, back sends us: George waft thy wand.  Geo. 
Farewell.  Exit. Both. 
Farewell dear son.  Thunder & lightning. Geo. 
Go rest, go rest sweet shadows, be no more disturbed,  
All my sick passions, that late were scattered with  
My troubled thoughts, are reunited in this little Orb:  
But for this Calib, this accursed Hag,  
Whose deeds are blacker than her tempting tutors,  
Revenge hath filled her cup unto the brim,  
And she shall quaff her foul souls black perdition.  Both. 
Protract not George, we rest not till she dies.  Geo. 
No more, no more, revenge like lightning flies.  Exit. A noise within: Enter Witch, Tarpax, with other spirits armed, Clown with them, Thundering and Lightning. Cal. 
Shield me my Tarpax from the furious boy,  
That hurries to my death more swifter  
Than the hot fiery Steeds, that threw  
Ambitious Phaeton from his pride: defend me then.  Tar. 
Calib, we cannot.  
Thy power's extinct, and thou thyself must fall:  
Did dotage on thy Deathsman blind thee so,  
To give thy safe protection and thy power to him?  
Now armed with both, comes to destroy thee.  
Fie Calib, fie, could not the Riddle which I read to thee,  
When thou desired'st the knowledge of thy doom,  
Forewarn thee then? Prepare, he comes.  Cal. 
Hell and confusion.  Tar. 
ay, confusion comes.  Cal. 
How comes he? armed?  Tar. 
One hand thy power, the other bears a Falchion.  Cal. 
Oh gentle Tarpax, numb his senses so,  
That he forget the power of his wand, we may be safe.  Tar. 
He comes, he comes.  Cal. 
Circle me round, and keep him off a while,  
Whilst on the outside of this Rock I climb  
Up by the crags unto the top.  Thundering & lightning: Enter George in a fury, the spirits keep him back. Geo. 
Have I found thee witch?  
I'll not be long from thy accursed heart;  
The bastard, hag, is proved legitimate heir  
To great Coventry, whom thou, thou devil,  
Worse than those that guard thee, murdered.  
But in despite of all thy hellish host,  
Who faint against the justice of my cause,  
I thus assay thee.  Tar. 
Thus we defend her.  Cal. 
Fight sweet spirits, fight, kill but that boy,  
I'll let ope Rivers of my blood to you,  
And you shall drink your fill.  Geo. 
This instrument is not of power to deal with fiends.  Cal. 
Destroy him Tarpax, let not the villain breath.  Geo. 
I will make trial of this other tool.  Tar. 
Calib farewell, we can no longer stay,  
we'll meet thee straight in flames, our jovial day.  Cal. 
Now cleaves the Rock, and I do sink to Hell;  
Roar wind, clap Thunder for great Calibs knell.  Music: the Rock cleaves, she sinks; thunder & lightning. Geo. 
Sink down unto thy black infernal fellows hag.  
This messenger assures me Heaven's pleased,  
At whose sweet air the other air dissolves,  
And all the black enchanted vapours hell cast up,  
Descends to make her night more horrid there:  
And now those woods that were so long choked up  
With hell's black sulphur and disastrous fumes,  
Give welcome to the golden eye of day,  
As a most cheerful and blessed visitant.  
But stay a little, all is not firmly finished,  
There is an unlicked lump of hers remains,  
Suckabus her son: oh are ye there sir? Come, prepare ye.  Clow. 
Alas sir, what to do?  Geo. 
To make a brand for the devil's fire:  
I'll cut your throat, and send you thither straight.  Clow. 
I do beseech you sir, have no compassion on me,  
And let me live with you:  
There be Cooks enough in hell without me,  
Their roast-meat is too hot for my fingers,  
I shall never be able to lick 'em; I had rather be  
Your Scullion here, than Cook Ruffian there:  
I beseech you take pity on me a Motherless child,  
Let me live with you sir, and Suckabus shall suck  
Out his own heart to do you any pleasure.  Geo. 
Well, take thy life, be faithful in my service,  
Thy Mother's sin hath perished with her life:  
Learn thou by her example then to shun it,  
Be my attendant still and follow me.  Clown. 
I thank you sir, and for this life that you have saved,  
Think it no life, for it is not; you may command,  
And have it when you please; and I'll be as firm to you  
As fire in water, as tender as the Fox o'er the Goose,  
Or the Wolf o'er the Lamb; when you are most  
In any danger, I'll be farthest off from ye;  
Disobey your commands, and keep your secrets like a crier,  
Or any thing else I can do for you.  Geo. 
Well sir, we'll construe your good meaning,  
I long to be in armour, mounted on a Steed,  
To scuffle with black danger and her bugbears:  
First I'll set free those Knights, and cherish them;  
Then see how long lost armour sits upon their backs,  
That done to Arms, to hunt out honour's game,  
For George is no George till I purchase fame.  Exit. As they go off, Tarpax comes in, and beckons to the Clown. Tar. 
Illo hist, Suckabus come hither.  Clown. 
I cannot; do not you see my Master gone before?  
I am now bound, and must obey, must follow after:  
You have fried my mother in stakes by this time,  
And you would have my Lamb stones and sweetbread  
To inch out your commons.  Tar. 
Come back, or I will force thee.  Clown. 
'sfoot I'll set all the prentices in the house about your ears if you strike me, besides the Law my Master shall take of ye; but now I remember Club Law is better: for they love your Angels so well there's no pleading against you.  Tarp. 
My angel's slave?  Clown. 
Why anybody's, yours, or the Devils, all's one to them, so they have 'em: but now the humour has took me to come back; what is your pleasure?  Tar. 
Only a short remembrance of your duty, With an acknowledgement you have a father, and all's done: My blessing shall attend thee.  Clown. 
Let me first know, whether I have a mother or no, for mothers have so often belied the child's father, that I am very doubtful whether ever I had any.  Tar. 
Cast off those doubts then, I am thy Father,  Calib 
was thy mother, was? nay is,  
Though strange it seems to thee,  
Earth was too base to hold so great a Queen:  
Didst thou not note the love twixt George and she?  Clown. 
Nay truly Father I did note something, but I cannot say directly what it was.  Tar. 
'Twas love, great love betwixt 'em boy,  
But in the bottom of their honey cup I mixed  
A little dregs of bitter gall, which straight  
Converted all their love to hate, and in that hate,  
That George, thy master, sought her death:  
But by my power I clave the rock in twain,  
Whose careful subjects underneath were ready  
To catch her in their arms, who when they had her;  
Those flames ascending up, which put such horror into her,  
Were Bonfires of their joy and loving hearts.  Clown. 
O that I were there to leap over one of them.  Tar. 
ay, they would make thee leap.  Clown. 
And I am old dog at that i'faith.  Tar. 
And now thy mother's in my Kingdom, boy,  
By this time crowned with their applausive  
Shouts, Queen of Helvetia.  Clown. 
O my sweet Mother:  
Well, I'll but serve my time out, and come home to you: you have stayed me some thing long Father, I must go eat a dish of Trotters to my breakfast, I shall hardly overtake my Master else.  Tar. 
Observe this fatherly instruction first:  
Thou art to travail with thy Master, boy,  
Through perilous adventures, all sorts of  
Countries, fashions, garbs and manners,  
Thou must observe thou art effeminate in shape and favour,  
Just thy sweet mothers, sweet hued fair Effigies,  
Framed to make women do ate and fly  
To thee; refuse 'em not, take all that comes,  
Increase the world like one of Tarpax sons.  Clown. 
As long as my back will hold let me alone.  Tarp. 
And when thou com'st in company of men,  
whate'er they be, refuse not what they do;  
If they quaff Wine by Gallons, do so too:  
Or cloud the air with India's precious weed,  
Kindle that fuel; let thy Chimney smoke too.  Clown. 
Like a Fury.  Tarp. 
Swallow no wrong, stab if they give the lie;  
Swear and forswear; the rules of gallantry.  Clown. 
If e'er a Knight of the Post mend me for that, hang me.  Tar. 
Lie to get profit; borrow, pay no debts,  
Cheat and purloin, thy are gaming Dicers bets.  Clown. 
If Cottington out do me I'll be whipped.  Tar. 
Love ease and sleep, it ripes the memory:  
But in each sleep have several sleepers by thee:  
Females, no men, I charge thee on my blessing.  Clown. 
I'll take my choice here if you will.  Tar. 
No, no, go travail farther first;  
These rules if thou observest and keep'st,  
Thou soon shalt see thy mother.  Clown. 
It shall be my daily practice Father:  
Farewell if I see you no more.  Tar. 
O we must meet again ne'er fear't:  
Obey but my commands; so farewell son,  
Blessing on my boy.  Clown. 
Father farewell:  
I were an ungracious boy if I would not obey.  
Now wenches look to yourselves.  Exit. Enter Andrew, David, Patrick, George, Denis, James, Anthony, all armed and plumed. George. 
Renowned Christian Knights welcome to liberty,  
The black Enchantress, by whose hell-bred power,  
Bright honour was subdued, and pinioned up dark,  
Is now herself fettered and manacled in the store-house  
Where her accursed crimes can never  
Pay the sum that ransoms her.  All. 
Our loves, our honours, and our lives  
Rest pawns to George of England for this favour.  David. 
Which we acknowledge with a general thanks.  Georg. 
Thus do I cancel all those bonds but love,  
There rest my debtor still, as I will yours:  
The lazy dust, that long hath hid your guilt,  
Is now brushed off, and you new polished to the world again:  
Sift the dead Ashes ere they kill the sparks,  
And let Fame's wings fan 'em to glorious flames;  
Shine bright my Christian Comets of the world,  
And English George, whom these your loves hath made  
Seventh brother with you, in the School of Arms  
Shall prove no truant, Noble Christian Knights.  And. 
Let Scotland's Andrew be the mount, brave youth,  
From whence thy beams may take a prospective,  
To see, to wish, to have, to rule the same.  David. 
Brave maiden Knight, raise me another hill  
Upon his mount, a Beacon upon that,  
Which kindled, all the world may see the flame,  
And Fame cry out, I'm wearied with thy Fame.  Denis. 
The sibyls have foretell no more but seven,  
The odd man now is come, and all is even.  Pat. 
Even in our loves, even in what heaven us sends;  
Still Pagans scourges, and still Christians friends:  Den. 
Then let us seven defend the Christians' name:  
And let George bear the Trophy of our fame.  Iames. 
Advance it youth; let thy white standard bear  
A bloody Cross, to fill the world with fear.  Georg. 
I crave a general voice, are all so pleased?  All. 
We are.  George. 
Let us embrace, and seal it with each breast:  
And here behold your maiden Knight doth draw  
Defence to all that wrong insultion treads on:  
First in our cause 'gainst those fell miscreants,  
That trample on the Christians' sacred Cross,  
Lifting aloft the Mahometan Moon,  
Dishonour both to heaven and Christendom:  
Next to maintain by force and dint of Arms  
Oppressed ladies' wrongs, widows, & Orphans, or who else,  
Which wrongfully dares tread within a List;  
And further let this Christian power extend  
'Gainst black Enchantments, witchcraft, and the like,  
That Arts foul potency may meet us with.  All. 
All this we swear too on thy maiden sword.  Georg. 
It shall suffice; the Brazen pillar's not far,  
Unto whose circuits knits the heads and paths  
Of seven fair several ways:  
Honour we altogether win, is not to one;  
Then let us part, and as we part proclaim,  
Whose Champions we go forth to purchase fame.  
George for brave England stands.  Den. 
Denis for brave France.  And. 
The bony Scotland Andrew will advance.  Iam. 
james stands for Spain.  Pat. 
Patrick for Ireland.  David. 
And David will the Britons name defend.  Anton. 
The Rear is brought up by Anthony,  
Who goes a Champion forth for Italy.  Georg. 
Bravely resolved, at all the world we'll play,  
But Christendom that is our tiring house,  
The rest our stage.  
On which our buskin seams must wade in blood,  
But time no trifling loves, nor stays for none,  
let's mount, and part, honour is yet unwon.  Exeunt omnes.  

ACTUS SECUNDUS.  Enter Emperor of Trebizond, Carinthia the Princess, Ancetes a Lord, Violeta, & attendance. Emp. 
The Gods are angry with us, and their arrows  
Stick in our bosoms, though we have inhausted  
The glory of our Isles, and paid oblations on their Altars,  
We remain regardless and forsaken.  Princess. 
O Sacred Pallas, protector of the Virgin votary;  
Thou in whose well mixed soul  
judgement and worth holds equal balance;  
From those spherelike eyes that shoot forth terror  
To the amazed world, send piercing lightning  
To consume these Monsters that o'erwhelm our kingdom.  Emp. 
Ancetes are our Proclamations forth,  
And a reward proposed to those bold men  
Dare undertake their ruin?  Ancet. 
They are my Lord; and unto him, by whose  
Unequalled power the monstrous Dragon falls,  
There is allotted the glorious shield,  
Whose verge is studded round with Pearl,  
Diamonds, Rubies, and Saphires, Carbuncles,  
And other stones fetched from the Orient:  
That Shield which from the Indian Provinces  
Was sent as tribute to abate your wrath,  
And stay your army from invasion.  Empr. 
'tis well.  Ancet. 
And to his valour that shall quell the pride  
Of that fierce Lion foraging these fields,  
That doth devour the harmless passengers,  
Great Mars his Armour, and his Ebon Lance,  
A hot Barbarian Steed, whose fiery pace  
Darts terror through the trembling enemies,  
With such majestic footing strikes the earth,  
As if he did disdain the touch of it;  
This as a donative is freely given  
To him whose valour shall confound that beast.  Princess. 
How many Knights, even in their spring of youth,  
The pride and riches of this populous land,  
Has his vast bowels made their Sepulchre?  Empr. 
Tears not avail, but gives woes balance weight,  
Which of himself's too heavy: this last Edict  
Will spur our youthful Gallants to the Chase  
Of this untamed Monster: oh we want those  
Grecian youths those former Ages bred;  
A bold Alcides, whose unequalled strength  
tired a stepmother's sharp invention:  
Deeds, whose relation frighted other men,  
Were but his pleasure and his pastime then:  
What Knights this morning are prepared  
To encounter the dreadful Dragon?  Ancet. 
The sprightly youths, Niger, Pallemon, & Antigonus;  
Niger well mounted on a sable horse,  
His armour of the same resemblance,  
Discovered in him actions stern, and high,  
Past through the City with Magestic pace:  
His outward form prefigured to the eye,  
Future presages of bold victory.  
Next Pallemon gave our eyes view  
Of Knightly prowess, his armour russet,  
Round beset with flames; though artificial,  
Seemed to consume the youthful wearer,  
True emblem of unpitied light brain pride;  
A fiery Sorrel bore the noble youth,  
Who chewed the ringled bit, as in disdain,  
To be o'ermastered by so weak a Rain:  
And as the Sun forsook his Mistress lap,  
He left the City. Last of all appeared  
Antigonus, in a sure armour clad;  
A milk white Courser bore him through the streets:  
His Plume agreed with it, and at all points  
White, like the cause he went for:  
When he set forth, methought he looked like justice  
Dropped from heaven, to take revenge on wrong  
And cruelty, the people's prayers  
Went with him, and their eyes  
Dropped tears, o'ermastered with their ecstasies.  Empr. 
Oh be propitious heaven to their designs,  
Give double vigour to their able nerves,  
Inflame their hearts with matchless charity.  
Ancetes haste you to the Temple straight,  
Give order to Apollo's sacred Priests,  
To make his Altars smoke with hallowed fumes,  
Let neither prayers nor Sacrifice be scant,  
To move the Gods to hear our just complaint,  Ancet. 
I shall my Lord.  Empr. 
Good daughter be it your charge to summon all  
The Virgin Votaries of Diana's train,  
Attired in all the choice habiliments,  
To gratulate these warlike youths return,  
'Tis our last hazard, and like Gamesters now,  
We venture all at one uncertain throw:  
If we prevail, immortal Verse shall crown  
And memorize their happy victory;  
But if they fall, their ruins shall be song  
In Elegiacke strains, recorded fit  
For such untimely fatal overthrows:  
however, honour shall adorn their Hearse,  
And they still live by never dying Verse.  Exeunt. Enter Country Swains. 
1 Sw. Wit must not be advanced then?  
2. No, all's dust.  
3. Must not the Maypole up?  
What will this come to at length?  
1. God Pan will never endure it.  
2. He must endure it, an he were a god of Tustaffety:  
I am in a fustian-fume to see't,  
But all will do no good.  
Well fellow well-brain, do I live to see,  
The Maypole slighted, I could be drunk  
By privilege in those days, and had  
A stay to lean on: now 'tis past,  
And who can help it?  
3. That we shall presently know:  
Here comes the Priest of Pan,  
And he'll dissolve us, 'tis all to nothing else.  Enter Priest. Priest. 
Lay by your idle sports and vanities,  
And send up vows and sad repentant tears:  
These offend, and pull down ruins on us,  
To provoke the gods, ready to destroy us.  
1. What news Baptisto there?  Enter Baptisto. Bap. 
Oh sir, I cannot speak and tell ye,  
Let me weep out mine eyes first,  
And then I may chance find the way to't.  Priest. 
Prithee whither, out with it?  Bap. 
Betimes this morning unfolding my sheep,  
Some half a mile off the dragon's den:  
For he's no nightwalker, take that by th' way,  
And in the day time I'll keep out of's company.  
2. Come forward.  Bap. 
Comes me a Gentleman all in black armour,  
To inquire of me where was the dragon's lodging:  
I told him where he kept house, but wished him,  
If he would be welcome, to bring his stool with him;  
For he was very churlish, and as most  
Of our great men nowadays, devour all his neighbours:  
He smiled, and on he rode; I followed to see  
What would follow, and into a tree I got me:  
The trampling of his Horse awaked the Monster,  
And forth comes the devil out of his den,  
The Knight runs at him with his Lance,  
Pierced through one of his ugly wings,  
But by fatal chance his Courser stumbled,  
And by unfortunate hap threw him between  
The monster's jaws, who in a trice  
With his large devilish teeth crushed him in pieces.  All. 
Alas poor Gentleman!  Bap. 
He had not hardly breathed himself a little,  
When suddenly two gallant Knights assailed him,  
Who long held combat with him, till the Lion,  
His devilish dear companion, came to help him;  
Who presently then sent 'em  
To accompany their fellows fate.  All. 
Unhappy chance!  Bap. 
They having done their work, went to their dens,  
To lick their wounds, I think for want  
Of better Surgeons: I took the opportunity,  
And hither stole to relate the news.  Loud Music. Priest. 
But soft, what music's this? surely there are  
Some great ones abroad, and here they come:  
Let's stand aside awhile.  Flourish: Enter Emperor Ancetes, Andrew, and Anthony, his daughter, three other Virgins, Bows, Arrows, and Quivers by their sides; attendants. Emp. 
Ancetes, thou hast told us deeds of wonder,  
And, but our eyes convince our doubtful thoughts,  
We could not give belief to't: Now their deaths,  
That ran on danger for their Countries good,  
Have ample recompense: what power, for none  
But a Celestial one, could arm your hands,  
And give your spirits vigour to o'ercome  
So much of danger?  Anth. 
No other sir, but our true born loves  
To noble actions, pity of others wronged,  
And fair renown, are all the spurs  
Should put on noble spirits to warlike actions,  
And in that to fall, or rise with glory:  
Who would not venture this weak piece  
Of flesh, which every Ague beats?  
Nor ever held I life at such a rate,  
But to get fame, I dare and will tempt Fate.  Emp. 
What a bold spirit he moves with!  
Noble youths; we glory that our country's earth  
Now bears so much of man upon her.  Prin. 
Sir, by my father's leave I do pronounce  
Y'are freely welcome, not to us alone, but to all,  
All faithful subjects to my Father, and their loud joys  
Shall speak it; one work of gratitude  
We owe the gods, the other to your valours.  
What remains, but that you bless our eyes  
With the true figures of our dear lives preserver?  
Therefore unarm yourselves, your dangerous combat,  
The heat and dust, and the fast closure of  
Your Armours strictness may much impair your healths;  
Let me prevail with you.  And. 
Bright Lady, where necessity implies an act of duty,  
Manly virtue should clap on spurs to hasten piety:  
These goodly parts, they were not made alone to serve  
ourselves, but like pure fountains, freely to dispense  
Our streams to others' wants: and so fair Lady,  
Urgent affairs call on our swords and valours,  
To revenge the wrongs of some few Virgins,  
That have long expected our wished for presence.  Anth. 
This, I hope, may plead in our excuse,  
And no way render us discourteous or unworthy  
For departing unarmed, or else unmanned  
From this fair presence, and so we take our leaves.  Emp. 
Make me not so unworthy by your absence,  
To my own subjects, and to foreign Nations,  
Who shall read the story of your deeds,  
And my requital, but they will brand me with ingratitude.  
Can you maintain the good of charity  
In your own actions, yet tie mine in bonds,  
When she should stretch her silver wings,  
And pay back thanks for so large benefits:  
No, take the meed your valours have deserved,  
And let us crown our hopes, in that we long  
Have wished your fair aspects:  
Nor shall your stay exceed our one nights welcome,  
And then a fair farewell.  And. 
Where Majesty and beauty both command,  
In vain were our resistance: Brother, your hands  
And mine shall be employed; to unbuckle yours  
I'll quickly ease your shoulders of a burden.  Omn. 
Nay, we'll be helpers all.  Unarms them. Emp. 
You make sure work sirs,  
Every light justle leaves you not defenceless,  
And I commend your care in it.  Anth. 
He that encounters danger, must not think  
His skin of Armour proof: though but young scholars,  
We have learned that discipline.  Prin. 
Of goodly presence both, and far exceeds  
The youths our Country breeds, in form and stature;  
Speak my Carintha, what judge ye of them?  Car. 
Madam, so well, that had I leave to wed,  
One of these Knights should bless my Marriage-bed.  Prin. 
Then you are indifferent, your love is equal?  Car. 
In troth it is.  Prin. 
So is not mine; but thoughts a while conceal,  
What passion might unwisely now reveal.  Ance. 
They are both unarmed.  Emp. 
Now worthy Knights, mine eye is pleased  
In viewing your fair presence,  
I would gladly know what Country owes ye,  
For the place is happy that first gave ye being.  And. 
Not one my Lord:  
We owe our lives first light to several Nations,  
An Island far removed from Grecian shores,  
Whose lovely waste proud Neptune circles round,  
Her craggy cliffs ambitiously threat Heaven,  
And strikes pale terror to the Mariner,  
When unadvisedly he falls on them.  
The inhabitants proportioned like ourselves,  
Well skilled in Science, and all humane Arts;  
A government of peace and unity,  
For plenty, far exceeding all the Isles  
Europe's vast bounds or wealthy Asia yields,  
The name Britannia, which includes within it  
Fair England, Wales, and Scotland;  
The last of which I fetched my birth from.  
Thus have you heard at full  
What I can give you of relation.  Emp. 
It pleases us: but now sir we must crave  
The like from you, and then to Court we hie  
To gratulate your welcome.  Anth. 
Then know my Lord, Italian earth I claim,  
Mother of Arts, and Nurse of noble spirits;  
And in that Country, Rome, my place of birth,  
Great Mistress of the world, whose large-stretched arms  
o'er Land and Sea holds domination:  
Renowned for government in peace or war  
Even to the shore of scorching India,  
Their arms strike terror through the world:  
Kings were their vassals, and their awful swords  
Brought the known world to their subjection.  
Nor wonder not great King, that we should leave  
A Court that's fraughted with such happiness,  
For Christians glory and our country's fame  
We have adventured life and honour too.  Emp. 
And both are lost I fear, unhappy men:  
Whom in my piety I should respect,  
The gods in justice causes me reject.  
Lay hands on 'em.  Both. 
On us? for what?  Empr. 
Perform our will, in the delay is death.  Both. 
Is this your welcome, love, and gratitude?  Emp. 
Your honour or your valour now will be of small assurance:  
What ill-fated star guided your hapless feet  
Into this land? these eyes that shot forth welcome,  
Now must send Ambassadors of death to your cold hearts,  
No acclamations now must fill your ears  
With joyful conquest: Apollo's Garland,  
That should grace your brows,  
Must deck your Coffins, the grave your chambers,  
And the worms must be  
The sad companions of your destiny.  
Boldly then prepare,  
For in your journey you have equal share.  Anton. 
We missed your aims in this;  
'Tis a strange turning from courteous welcome,  
To black threats of death.  Empr. 
I'll ease your doubts, though not your misery;  
You both are Christians?  Both. 
We are.  Empr. 
In being so, you post to your own ruin:  
The holy Gods, whom piety commands us to obey,  
Have from their Oracles sent this decree,  
whatever Christian sets his hapless foot  
On this forbidden ground unless he instantly  
Recant his faith, let him be made  
A bloody sacrifice to appease our wrath:  
Now here lies before ye the riches  
Of our kingdom, glory, and honour,  
The benefits of sweet and happy life,  
All the most choice delights, that with our love  
May be proposed to you; even these our beauties,  
Turn your amorous eyes, please your own fancies,  
And enrich yourselves where you best affect,  
Only relinquish the religion which now you hold,  
And turn unto our Gods; that done,  
As we are Emperor of Trebizon,  
All these shall be performed: but if through  
Pride, and hated wilfulness, you shall refuse  
Our proffer, a present death attends you.  Both. 
We are prepared.  Emp. 
Then in your death this favour we will show,  
Because your valour hath so showed you both,  
To be borne High and Noble, we give this privilege,  
To choose your executioners.  Andr. 
Thou hast redeemed thy honour, and this sentence  
Speaks thee a royal Tyrant: Come my friend,  
We two, like Travellers that are enforced  
To venture on a lodging filled with horrors in outward show,  
Threatening no way but ruin, the black preparatives  
Of sad decay, being Ushers to the entrance;  
But once being in, then think, my constant partner,  
What endless welcome follows; pleasures unspeakable,  
Beyond the sublimary thoughts of our poor natures:  
If but the thought of this advance the soul,  
And drives our sense to admiration:  
Oh then how glorious is that wished for seat,  
Where all these benefits shall be complete.  Anthon. 
I need no armour, but my constant heart,  
And thou hast given new life to't  
In our deaths; our innocence shall make our  
After story be worth all knowing judgements:  
Nor shall our bloods be shed by vulgar hands,  
Since we have power in the disposing it.  
Come beauteous Ladies, now express your arts,  
Make your Apollo wonder at your skill,  
And with more glory than he did ascend  
Olympus' top, after black python's fall:  
With more shall you salute your people's eyes,  
Rejoicing in our hapless Tragedies.  Princess. 
Unhappy Violeta.  Car. 
Lost Carintha.  Emp. 
Bind them fast: Now Violeta, arm thy feeble hand,  
Strike sure and fearless, for thou send'st the gods  
A pleasing Sacrifice.  Prin. 
O unhappy maid, lost in my best of wishes!  
Was I borne to ruin virtue, and gain by it a name  
Hateful to all posterity? Royal Sir,  
Have you no other to employ, than her  
That you gave life too? must I become an executioner?  
Or do you think me Marble? oh that I were,  
That I might ever weep for your injustice:  
For ever may my hand forget its motion  
If it give way to this: Know I dare die,  
Rather than act this mischief.  Emp. 
Are you of that opinion too Carintha?  Car. 
Sir I am, and rather will I choose a noble death,  
Than live with such dishonour.  Emp. 
Oh my unbounded passions, give 'em vent,  
The flame will else consume me:  
Fall from me all respects of nature;  
I will forget that I had such a thought,  
As to believe thee mine: farewell the hours  
I often spent in contemplation of thy beauty,  
Youth, and breeding; thou and these shall be like things  
Forgotten, and if thy hand refuse to act our will,  
Expect the utmost of all sad afflictions  
Our hate can cast upon thee.  Princess. 
I am prepared, and glory in my sufferings.  Emp. 
Bind them then, since you are so resolved,  
we'll give you cause to express your fortitude:  
They shall suffer first.  Anthon. 
Give us a hearing Sir:  
We do not wish to pull on others ruins  
With our own; nor would we make you guilty  
Of a crime so soul, lest after ages should traduce  
Your name for this impiety; give us then  
Your first and voluntary promise that your  
Tongue aloud, and we will quit these  
Ladies from the act.  Emp. 
We agree to't, and by our Gods I swear my promise  
To perform without all doubt or fraud.  Anton. 
Unbind us then, and give us in our hands  
Our well tried swords, and you shall see how quickly  
We will charm a passage to our wished  
For expirations, we will embrace in steel:  
And worthy friend, do but strike home,  
And thou shalt soon perceive how quickly we'll have  
Freedom; thou shalt see how I will meet thy wishes,  
And woe thy backward sword to give to me  
A passage to yond blessed Kingdom.  Emp. 
Unbind 'em straight, and arm 'em.  Princess. 
This is cruel; sink mine eyes into your  
Hollow caverns, do not see an act so full of horror.  Emp. 
Are ye prepared?  Both. 
Yes, for your eternal ruins.  Anthon. 
We are free, and like untamed lions,  
We now will forage, and bathe us in your bloods.  And. 
So, they are all dispersed and fled; never before  
Stood life on such a fickle point with us:  
let's leave this cursed Kingdom,  
Mount our Steeds, which through negligence,  
Our enemies have failed to seize on;  
Leave them to curse their stars;  
And still be sure, in all our actions,  
That heavens mighty hand,  
Can men's devices easy countermand.  Exeunt.  

ACTUS TERTIUS.  Enter Almona and Lenon, being thrown by David. Almon. 
No more, no more, your words are feathers  
For the wind to play with.  Lenon. 
Will you not join with me to be revenged?  
When was it known that Lenon and Almona  
Parted with victories triumphant, which now flies  
With a disdained applause from us unto a stranger?  
When did these Bulwarks which hath stood till now  
The shock of all the Knights our parts hath seen,  
Ere shrink under the sinews of an Army?  Al. 
Why now, just now we have;  
Have we not still by daring challenges opposed ourselves  
The round worlds opposites? Have not our prowesses  
In stately lists tossed up the golden ball, and won it?  
Is not bright honour free in princes' Courts?  
We have o'ercome, and now we are o'ercome,  
And shall we envy what we ever loved,  
And were loved for? so thinks the Adder,  
When his sting is gone, his hissing has the power to venom too.  
Cast off that coat, it not becomes thee Lenon;  
'Twill wear thy honour threadbare to the bones,  
And make death seize on thee with infamy.  Le. 
Let Death come how he will,  
And do you tamely suffer what you will,  
This British Knight shall never boast in Wales,  
That ere he triumphed Victor over me.  Al. 
Another charge:  
A charge and a shout cry Arbasto.  
What over desperate and life-weary fool  
Dares meet the couched Lance of this brave Knight,  
Seeing the foil we took?  Le. 
The cry went in our Prince Arbasto's name:  
Hark another charge gives 'em a second meeting:  
'Tis well he kept his saddle at the first:  A charge, a cry Arbasto. 
Look to the Prince there some, and take him:  
For fall'n I'm sure he is before this time.  Al. 
I now admire and love this venture in him:  
Well done young twig of a most Royal bough,  
Thou hast won our losses, which we must allow.  Le. 
Hark, the third charge is begun.  A charge, a cry, save the Prince. Al. 
I do not like that sound, whatever accident  
Betides, Arbasto hath not lost but won renown:  
Now, what news bringst thou?  Enter Messenger. Mes. 
Set open your ears to entertain sad news,  
I sing the latest Requiem of our Prince, he's slain.  Al. 
fall'n I believe, but yet I hope not slain.  Le. 
This whetstone makes revenges edge more keen:  
Go forward good mischance.  Mes. 
Twice met this brave young Prince the British Knights,  
And bore his body stiff against his shock,  
Unmoved of either stirrup or of saddle,  
Their shivered Lances quarrelled as they broke,  
And as they upward flew, clashed strong together,  
And he unmoved, undaunted twice appeared  
As fair for Victor as his stout opponent,  
And had he rested there, he had equal shared  
The days bright honour with him.  Le. 
Well, the disaster.  Mes. 
Bowing his plumed head unto his Sire,  
Who sent him smiles of joys encouragement,  
Addressed him for the third, and last Career:  
The Christian Knight likewise 'gan couch his Lance,  
But as he grasped it in his manly fist,  
An angry fire circled about his eyes,  
And from the furrows of his brows Revenge  
Leapt forth, and seizes on the Prince:  
They charged, he fell, and in the fall his neck  
He broke; so ends my heavy Nuntius.  Both. 
The Prince!  Al. 
So Honour sprung a bud, and blasted it  
Before it grew to his maturity;  
Noble Prince, I pity thy misfortune, more, the Knights;  
And I for this condemn nimble mischance,  
But not the Knight at all.  Le. 
Murderous villain, if my brains can invent torture  
Sufficient, sufficient; here begins thy hell,  
And I thy first devil.  Al. 
And I will second be how to prevent ye.  Enter the King of Tartary, two Knights in armour, the body of the Prince Arbasto in a Hearse. King. 
Set down the broken column of mine age,  
The golden Anchor, Hope, once showed to me,  
Hath split and sunk the vessel held my wealth:  
Oh my Arbasto.  Alm. 
Take comfort Royal sir,  
Fame stories few are living; more the dead,  
Death hath but rocked him then on honour's bed:  
Then let him sleep.  King. 
he's a good Physician that can quite kill grief,  
That hath but newly made his patient of me:  
Tears must give vent first to the oppressed heart,  
And Time lay drawing plasters to the sore,  
Before he can find ease, but yet I thank ye.  Le. 
Most Noble Sir,  
Tears shows effeminate in noble spirits,  
Those aged sluices want that Rain that falls,  
Bewail him not with tears, but with revenge;  
If drops must needs be spilled, let 'em be blood.  
His blood that wilfully sheds blood,  
The Law of Nations wisely did allow  
All jousts and Tournaments in princes' Courts,  
For honour's cause to break a friendly staff,  
But not to make a butchery or shambles in Court lists:  
Therefore if I might of his jury be,  
My Verdict should be given up, he must die.  Alm. 
Lord Lenon, 'tis most certain he must die:  
I love my Sovereign well, I loved his son,  
But dare not say that he deserves to die:  
This stranger here, came here in honour's cause,  
Staked honour down, and bravely bore it hence:  
yourself, silence but envies tongue, can witness with me,  
I have spoke but truth: where lives the Nobleness  
But in the mind? wild beasts have strength, irrational  
And rude, but want the sense of reason's government:  
Let rage hot rains bite upon temperance:  
The Iron handed Fates wars hard at game,  
And threw a cast at brave Arbasto's life;  
But let your sentence pass my Lord, ha' done,  Len. 
Spoke like no lover of his sovereign's son  Alm. 
Replied not like a lover unto either:  
Your valour's horselike, and it must be tamed,  Len. 
'twill break the rider's neck dares but to back him.  King. 
Forbear I say, on your allegiance:  
Had my Arbasto died in our defence,  
Against the pride of the hot Persian Host,  
That seeks to pale his Temple with our wreath,  
And name Tartary new Persia,  
Our cares had been but slight, but in a friendly  
Breathing exercise, when honour goes a feasting but for show,  
A jesting practice in the School of Arms,  
There for to lose him.  Len. 
An ill intent armed Executions hand.  King. 
I know not that; why should he ruin him,  
Showing more kind innated friendship to him,  
Than brother shows to brother.  Len. 
Remus and Romulus, my Lord, one sucked more  
Harder on the Wolf than other,  
Think what a game Hope lost.  Alm. 
Upon my soul, my Lord, the Knight is clear  
Of any foul intent against your son.  Len. 
Why Almain, Almain, dare you stand to this?  Alm. 
Lenon I dare, and in thy venom blood write  
He's not guilty.  King. 
No more I say, upon your lives no more:  
Too hard it is for me to give a true descidence to the cause,  
The Knight was ever courteous, fair, and free,  
And 'gainst the Persian in my just defence,  
Ransomed my son from multitudes of loss,  
And brought home conquest to our very gate,  
I cannot then in honour take his life,  
Our neighbour Kings would say, I dealt not fair,  
And quite disclaim in us all brotherhood:  
To banish him, were but the more to enlarge his fame;  
All kingdoms are but Knight errands native home.  Len. 
In private be it spoke my Liege, I like not  
Almona's love to this same Knight:  
It little shows love to the deceased Prince:  
What was he but a young straight tender plant;  
The sturdy Oak might well have spared him then:  
His toward hopes were ruined and cut down:  
Had he done this in any other Court, to any Prince  
So toward as your Son, he had ere this been atoms:  
Your son has suffered, let him suffer too,  
whoever wilfully committed murder,  
And was without excuse? but can that save?  
No more should this my Liege, I have but said.  King. 
And wisely Lenon, go bring forth the Knight;  
We are determined that he shall not live;  Exit for him. 
Nor shall he suffer here within our Courts,  
we'll kill him in a nobler gentile way:  
O here he comes.  Enter Knight bound. Alm. 
You're gone; false Lenon hath betrayed ye to your death.  David. 
Welcome my Fate.  King. 
Sir Knight, you have not fairly dealt with us;  
Though 'gainst my foes you brought me honour home,  
My dear son's life you have took for your reward;  
But you shall find 'tis treasure stole, not bounty given,  
And for that theft your life must satisfy.  David. 
King of Tartary, hear sad David speak.  Len. 
Now the excuse my Lord.  David. 
Those honours I have brought you home,  
It seems this accident hath canceled,  
And stifles all my merits in your love:  
Yet let 'em hang like pendants on my hearse,  
That I did love the unfortunate deceased,  
These drops of tears, true sorrows, testify;  
And what hath happened to that life's dear loss,  
Was not by will, but fatal accident:  
I hold my hand up at the hand of heaven, not guilty:  
King, think not I speak to have thee spare my life,  
For half my life lies dead there with thy Son,  
And here the other half is ready too, to testify,  
How well I loved the Prince, though now I die.  Lenon. 
A Heads man and an Axe there.  King. 
For him that calls him.  Alm. 
I that was well said King; spaniel no more.  King. 
Thy hand once more brave English Knight,  
We are at peace, and will not what we may:  
But let me now one thing enjoin you to,  
Not as a penance for my dear son's loss,  
But as a further safety of my Kingdom,  
And larger interest of your love to me.  David. 
Give me the danger, I can meet but death.  King. 
My hopes are better of thee, noble Knight;  
Hear then thy task, thou shalt then hence  
In Knightly order ride, 'gainst him, not only  
Aided Persia 'gainst our power, but shakes our  
Kingdom with the power of hell, black Ormandine,  
The enchanted Garden-keeper; if that thou dar'st  
Attempt, and bring his head, I will not only  
Quittance this mischance, which makes me wretched,  
But half my part of this large Crown  
Is thine, and when I die,  
David of Wales reigns King of Tartary;  
Speak comfortable words of the attempt.  David. 
It is the oath of Knighthood I have ta'en, and here  
Again before you I will take, from hence being  
parted, ne'er to make stay more than a nights  
Repose till I am there, and being there,  
By all the honours of a Knight I vow  
Black Ormandines head, and lay it at your feet:  
This, by the honour of a Knight, I'll do, or die in the attempt.  King. 
'Tis enough; rise noble David,  
So, now shall I be revenged for my son's life,  
Without the clamour of the world for it:  
Thou bring his head, poor Knight, thou mayst as well  
Rob love of lightning, or clasp a hand Garnado,  
Being fired: tomorrow morning you shall forward set;  
On with the Hearse till you return  
We sorrows path shall tread,  
And bury grief when thou bringst Armand's head.  A dead March within. Exeunt. 

Chorus.  
Our Britain Knight we leave in his hard journey  
But more hard attempt, yet all the other have not idle been,  
For since their parting at the brazen Pillar,  
Each hath shared strange and perilous adventures,  
Which here in several acts to personate, would in the  
Meanest fill a larger Scene than on this Stage  
An Action would contain;  
But to the shortness of the time we'll sort,  
Each Champion in't shall bear a little part  
Of their more larger History:  
Then let your fancies deem upon a stage,  
One man a thousand, and one hour an age.  
And now with patience bear your kind attents to the  
Red Cross bearer, English George, your high renowned  
Knight, who since the hand of Christendom parted her  
Seven fair Knights, the dangers he hath seen and passed,  
Would make the brightest day look pale and tremble,  
Nay death himself, that ends mortality,  
To think of death, and that himself must die.  
After renowned George from the fell dragon's jaws,  
Redeemed Sabrina, Pomil's only heir, with slaughter  
Of the Hell-produced fiend; his wife he won,  
Had Pomil promise kept; but in a large requital  
Of her life, incensed by the Morocco King, our champion's rival,  
Cast George in prison, in a hateful Dungeon;  
He that deserved his Crown, and daughter's bed,  
He ingratefully with bran and water fed 7 years together,  
Which time expired, the miserable Knight found once  
That opportunity showed him a little favour,  
For by the breaking of the jailer's neck,  
He gained the keys which gave him liberty:  
When being freed, and out of danger's port,  
You his kind Countrymen shall see  
For England's honour, George's chivalry.   Enter Clown like a poor shepherd. Clow. 
Oh most astonishable hunger! thou that dost pinch worse than any Fairies, or the gums of old women: thou that dost freeze the mortal gouts of a man more than the resined stick of a Base Viol, what shall be said? what shall be done to thee? Oh my glorious Mother, what a time of eating had I in thy days, nay, my magnanimous Master, whom I lost in the devil's arse of Peake: what a plentiful progress had I with thee, when we did nothing but kill Giants and wild beasts, than the golden gobbets of Beef and Bacon, whose shining fat would cry clash in spite of my teeth, now I may compare with Ployden's law, the case is altered; A shepherd, a sheep-biter; nay, I were happy then, I would wish no better bitings than Mutton; the Cobs of Herring, and parings of Cheese is now a Sundays diet, and yet they cry out of my abominable feeding, my unsatisfied gut, with a Wolf at the end on't: I have eat up my tarbox for hunger already, what will be next trow? Soft, who comes here, my fellow Swain with some pitiful provant for my dinner?  Enter Shepherd. Shep. 
Suckabus, where art thou?  Clow. 
Here, where the bare bones of him will be very shortly: what hast thou brought me there?  Shep. 
A feast, a feast; here's princely cheer for thee: here's two Carrots and a Turnip, and a little morsel of Beanbread, that I stole to hearten thee up withal.  Clow. 
Sweet fellow Coridon, give me't, I shall grow a Philosopher shortly if I fare of'is fashion: O the very steam of the three fat Oxen that my Master found boiling for the giant's dinner, which we killed, would have filled both our bellies for a Fortnight.  Shep. 
Ha, three Oxen for one giant's dinner?  
Thou art mistaken sure; thou art not old enough to see a Giant,  
And could thy Master and thee kill him?  Clow. 
Why there's the wit of a bell-wether; one? we killed a hundred: but talk I to thee, that wert never no Traveller since thou wilt not believe a truth, I'll hold my tongue, and fall to my teeth.  Shep. 
Nay good fellow Suckabus be not angry,  
I do believe: What are those Giants? Prithee tell me?  Clow. 
No jackalents, no Pigmies, no dwarfs.  Shep. 
Nay, I do believe they are lusty fellows,  
And men of tall stomachs, they could never eat so much else,  
Three Oxen at one meal.  Clow. 
Tush, a fasting-day's Medicum; but when he makes a Feast to stuff his abominable gut, three hundred Acres of Oats will scarce make Oatmeal to thicken his porridge-pot.  Shep. 
Now the Devil choke him,  
For he's fitter far for hell, than to live here.  Clow. 
Hell? what should he do there? he'd piss out their fire, and drown all the devils in his urine.  Shep. 
O monstrous! marry bless me from him, I had thought  
They had not been much taller than some of our Guard.  Clow. 
The Guard? Hum, still like a bell-wether? why he'll chop up two yeomen of the Guard like poached eggs at a spoonful: there's not a meal that he makes, but he will load ye two Dung-carts with the picking of his teeth.  Shep. 
Bless us!  Clow. 
Bless thee? why dost thou know what thou speak'st?  Shep. 
No hurt I hope good fellow Suckabus:  
But how could you two kill this monstrous man?  Clow. 
Why as we killed a great many more of 'em; we rid a Horseback into their bellies, made a Quintin of their hearts, and rod out at the Butt-hole end.  Shep. 
That may be done indeed, this carries some show of truth.  Clow. 
Why, didst thou think the rest were lies?  Shep. 
No, no; Lord, what indiscretion people learn by Travail! I have heard my Master say, he was Page to a Knight erant they called old Dick, who has been six days together in the bottom of the Sea, and took tobacco 'mongst the sharks and such adventures, but none like this you speak of: traveled you e'er with him?  Clow. 
I had more wit i'faith; I deal in no waterworks.  Shep. 
But pray tell me now, what stature might this man be you killed?  Clow. 
His stature? Let me not lie, he was not the biggest that ere we killed, let me tell ye that, he was just about that stature that Tuttle-field would fitly make a Grave for: I have told ye of a place before; 'tis near London in England, where men go a Training to get 'em good stomachs.  Shep. 
That's more than e'er I heard of i'faith, that soldiers want stomachs: what enemies do they meet with there?  Clow. 
Why Barrels of Beer, bottles of Sack, costermongers, Cakes, and Cream, and their wives that bring 'em their dinner.  Shep. 
I marry sir, I would willingly be put into such service; sure, their Commanders are brave fellows.  Clow. 
The bravest can be picked out in each parish, and the ablest too, yet I heard one man in the shape of a Monster, put a Captain and his Company too slight.  Shep. 
O monstrous!  Clow. 
Come, no more of that; let me entreat thy absence till I have eat my victuals, and I will tell thee more.  Shep. 
Good Suckabus do, and I'll see if I can tell thee of a Dwarf shall be all as little.  Exit. Clow. 
Well, say and hold; come master carrot and mistress turnip, I want but Beef and Pork for sauce to ye, but hunger bids me fall to merrily, and I shall not want for sauce.  Eats. Enter George in poor habit. Geo. 
Thanks to my great preserver, by whose sacred power  
Poor George of England is set free again  
From death, danger, and imprisonment;  
I bow with duty to thy Deity; seven years  
Hath Famine under bolts and bars dungeoned me up,  
Accompanied with my tears in the dark bowels  
Of a loathsome Den, a place so far remote from comfort,  
That not the smallest chink or cranny  
Could let the sunbeams in to point on me;  
Yet thou, in whose foundation stands my building,  
Hast given me freedom and my hope again,  
Those sweet companions that despair shut out.  
Now George again may wear a plumed crest,  
And wave the Standard of great Christendom  
In the defiance of her opposites: I'm poor in show,  
Yet since my freedom hath thus long lain rusty,  
And unoiled loins unarmed, are grown a strength immutable  
And from the pinching pangs of famine's jaws  
A second time ransomed my pining life;  
But since I have left those desert woods behind,  
Let me behold this goodly prospective.  Clow. 
So my pannier's pretty well sussified, and the whelps in my belly muzzled from barking any more this two hours: How now what proper stripling's this stands gaping about him? let me survey him.  Geo. 
A goodly place, pleasant, and full of air.  Clow. 
I cannot for my guts call to mind where I have seen this fellow.  Geo. 
Enriched with Plenty's hand.  Clow. 
But that he had a horse and Armour, he doth resemble my long lost Master George of England.  Geo. 
Ha? what echoes that gives me my name,  
Without a summons which it answers to?  
What fellow's this that walks and stares about me?  
I am no wonder that I know of;  
And but that time makes me to doubt, I should suppose  
Him for to be my servant Suckabus I lost.  Clow. 
The same, the same; I am your servant, and fellow Suckabus: Oh my sweet Master! have we found one another? I could e'en kiss thee round about for joy.  Geo. 
I'm glad to see thee;  
It seems you have altered fortune with your Master:  
Where hast thou lived and wandered since I lost thee?  Clow. 
Oh sir, I have had such a company of Masters in law since I left you: First sir, I served a Lord till he entertained a Cook, and then I must stay no longer: Than I was Gentleman Usher to a young Lady, but she hating new fashions, I hated her service. Then sir, I served a young Heir newly come to his Living, and because he opened his gates, and let Hospitality enter, I bid , to him: than I served a Usurer, and because he would often be drunk, and let his Angels fly gratis, I gave him the bag too: Then I dwelled with a proctor, and he every day would bid conscience to dinner, so there was no staying with him: Then I served a Scrivener, but he was so taken up with his Orator the pillory, that I was fain to leave him too; and then I came here a sheep-biting, as you see sir.  Geo. 
'Tis very well sir; but will you leave your sheep & your sheephook, and follow me without losing?  Clow. 
Follow thee? that I will, till I find no land to tread on, nor water to swim on: Shepherd farewell, Fox, look to the Lambs, Wolf, keep the sheep safe: now shall we kill Giants, and eat meat again.  Geo. 
Be true to me, once more y'are entertained,  
'T shall not be long before thou seest  
This low dejected state shining in complete steel:  
He that in pursuit of adventures goes,  
Must not shun danger, though he meet with blows:  
Come Suckabus.  Exeunt. Loud Music: Enter the Enchanter Ormandine with some selected friends that live with him in his Magic Arts, with his spirit's Canopy borne over his head. Orm. 
This is the state of Princely Ormandine;  
Though once dejected, and low trodden down  
Under the feet of Fortune's petty Kings,  
Above her envy re-advanced again; and you my friends  
And partners in her frowns, shall now deride her petty Deity,  
Laugh at those Kings, which like to guilded moats!  
Dance in the Sunbeam of her various smile:  
And when we have laughed our fills, my fury then  
Shall rise, and like a Torrent in the Ocean raised  
By swelling spring-tides driven from their bounds,  
So shall the rage of Oxmandines swift vengeance  
At once o'erflow the cruel Tartar and Arabian Kings.  Lord. 
Great Ormandine has given us satisfaction;  
We were your subjects first, so are we now,  
Yet never lived in that tranquillity,  
When we did bow under your Sceptre as now we do:  
Then cares of country's safety, and your person,  
Care of our wives, our substance, and ourselves, expelled  
Our stomachs, took our sleeps away, and made our eyes  
Fears watchmen; here art thou crowned with Arts  
Rich, potent, and commanding power;  
There sat a golden hoop tempered with fear,  
That tattered on thy head, here with a wand thou call'st,  
And art obeyed; there by the Tartars cruelty dismayed,  
Thy pleasures mixed with store of misery,  
under the pride of Tartar's tyranny.  
Then let me speak, but far from contradiction,  
Your hand hath laid her actions wait on well.  Orm. 
Rest you contended with content, our will admits  
No counsel but our own; here lives no pity of our Enemy,  
We have bought vengeance at a mightier rate,  
Than you, or can, or must be privy to.  
Learning by time and industry are bought,  
But he that barters for revengeful Arts,  
Must with his best prized jewel from depart:  
I have yet showed tricks to make 'em laugh,  
But long it shall not be ere I smite home  
To make us pastimes by their general ruins:  
And now my friends and subjects shall behold  
The indented time and riddle of our safety: Ho Tarpax,  
The chiefest which attends upon our acts.  Tar. 
What would my Master? Tarpax must obey.  Orm. 
Set forth my brazen pillar.  Tar. 
'Tis done.  Orm. 
Now wonder at the Tablet I shall read,  
Which while it comes to pass, live in more pleasures  
And voluptuous state, than doth the Roman Potentates.  He Reads. 
ORmand be bold, seeare, and free,  
Revel thou in art's potency,  
Till from the cold and Northern Clime,  
A Knight post on the wings of time,  
Being lighted on Tartaries ground,  
Of Fame spoke loud by honour crowned:  
From Brute descended, and his breast  
Is with a sanguine Cross be blessed:  
Then shall this Sword, thy Art here closed,  
By him be drawn, thy Art opposed;  
Thy life, thy Arts, thy potent power  
Expire, dissolve that instant hour.  Orm. 
This bugbear frights us not, and yet my fall must come  
From Brute descended, and on his breast  
The Emblem of our hate, a sanguine Cross:  
Must Ormandines great power be shaken down  
By a chill Northern Ague-shaken Knight,  
A lump of snow, a frosty I sickle? this saying damps me,  
And the thin pure blood, which but even now  
Flowed through the azure branches of my veins,  
Is run to cherish my fear-trembling heart,  
Who, there affrighted at its horrid ruin,  
Mixed with cold comfort, is congealed to clods,  
And I a blood less substance do remain.  Lord. 
Why is our King and governor dismayed?  Orm. 
Walk in I pray, I'm very much disturbed:  Exeunt Lords. 
A swarthy passion harrows up my sense: Ho Tarpax.  Tar. 
Your call must be obeyed: I'm here.  Orm. 
Fetch me my Characters, my calculation, & my glass.  Tar. 
They are here.  Orm. 
My ever-ready servant, fly to the first Aerial degree,  
Snatch thee a cloud, and wrap thyself into't;  
Fly to Tartaria, look within his Court, confines, & Country,  
If any Christian Knight there be arrived,  
I fear me Tarpax; bring me answer swift,  
Whilst I survey my Book and magic glass.  Tar. 
I'm gone; ten minutes hence expect me back.  Orm. 
Ha? what's here?  
The Tartars son slain by a British Knight,  
Who, as a penance for this heinous fact,  
Sent here to fetch my head, by Oath enjoined to't:  
A British Knight, the same my Tablet speaks of:  
Now Ormandine must fall. Ho Tarpax!  
What sees my Tarpax?  Enter Tarpax. Tar. 
Great Ormand, haste unto thy powerful charms,  
We will assist thee in what Hell can do,  
With strength, with horror, and detested shapes,  
To daunt the courage of this Northern Knight,  
That comes to fetch the head of Ormandine.  Orm. 
I read the same here too; be swift my Tarpax,  
Summon up hell's host to be my Guardians  
'Gainst this Northern Knight: put out the golden Candle  
Of the day with horrid darkness from the night below:  
Unchain the winds, send out our fiery rains,  
Break Atlas back with Thunder through the clouds,  
And dart your quick-past lightning at his face:  
Raise Earthquakes shaking round about his steps,  
To bandy him from one place to another;  
Let horror empty all her store-house:  
If Ormandine can vanquish but this Knight,  
Secure and firm still stand our power and might.  Exit. Enter David armed Cap-a-pe. Dav. 
How shall I style this Tartar?  
I cannot say he's noble, nor yet base: h'as given me life,  
But with that strange adventure,  
That he himself is confident I perish:  
My Knightly Oath assures him I will on, and setting on,  
Am sure enough to fall: unhappy David in that PRINCE's death,  
Whom Fates, no will of mine, gave so unkind a meeting;  
For which the sable plume and Corslet I do wear,  
As a true Emblem of my inward sorrow:  
Rest Princely ashes in a golden Urn,  
Whilst wretched David in a work is sent,  
To his own sad Requiems bitterment,  
And be mine own destroyer: take courage yet,  
Let not base fear steal from thy heart the name of man away,  
Death cannot dress himself in such a shape,  
But I dare meet him; on then in pursuit of a Knightly vow,  
If 't chance Dice run so, that we must fall,  
Fame shall wear black at David's Funeral.  Enter above Ormandine, his friends, Tarpax, & spirits. Orm. 
he's now within a Mile and less of us;  
Spirits away, each fall unto his task,  Enter David. 
Whilst I raise storms which may dismay the Knight.  Dav. 
Yonder's the place, mine eye hath reached it:  
Now Ormandine, our bloody game begins,  
Heads are our stakes, and there's but one can win.  
Protect me Heaven, what sudden strange Eclipse do I behold  Thunder & lightning 
The golden Sun that now smiled in my face,  
Draws in his beams, and robes himself in black:  
In what a dark veil is the clear azured sky!  
You do begin to entertain me Ormandy,  
But we'll have better welcome ere we part:  
ay, let your thunder come, we dread it not;  
What send ye Fire-drakes too to meet with us?  
Your worst of horror is best welcome to me:  
Your ministers rather invite me on, than like to bugbears  
Fright me back again: more visitants of hell-bred sorcery?  
I must needs through, or sink.  Tar. 
There's nothing we can do,  
Can quell the valour of this Christian Knight.  Orm. 
My fears divine this is the man,  
By whom great Ormand falls: he's come unto the gates,  
And now stick fast my sword, and we are yet secure:  
So, in spite of all the tampering of your Arts  
We are got something near you now.  
This is the gate; what have we here? a Brazen Pillar,  
In it a golden sword, immured and riveted;  
A golden Tablet with inscriptions on't,  
Let me discourse with you a little first.  
Ormand be bold, secure, and free,  
Revel in arts strong potency,  
Till from the cold and Northern Clime,  
A Knight post on the wings of time.  
Ha, what's here? Till from the Northern Clime,  
A Knight post on the wings of time.  
A Northern Knight! why that's myself:  
Let's see a little farther.  
Being lighted on Tartary's ground,  
Of fame beloved by honour crowned.  
I am arrived here in Tartary, a Northern Knight,  
And for my same and deeds of Chivalry, with honour  
Hath been crowned in PRINCE's Courts: a little farther yet.  
From Brute descended, and his breast  
Is with a sanguine Cross be blessed.  
I have enough; David of Wales from Brute descended is,  
A Christian Knight, that wears the sanguine Cross,  
That must dissolve this black Enchantment here:  
Come let me clutch thy temper in my hand,  
Thus draw thee forth, and thus: will you not come?  Orm. 
O you are not the man, ha, ha,  
Fear Vanish once again; go Spirits, seize that Knight,  
And bring him straight.  
Ormand and all laugh: Spirits with fiery Clubs, they fight.  Enter Ormandine. Orm. 
Knight, Knight forbear,  
In vain thy strokes are dealt against our power:  
Thou mayst as well number those briny drops,  
As cope with these, or scape with life, did not we pity thee;  
Spirits away.  Dav. 
Art not thou Ormandine?  Orm. 
The same; thy friend and Ormandine.  Dav. 
That head I come for, and must ha''t.  
Runs at him with his sword, he puts it by with his wand.  Orm. 
The body will not yet so part with it;  
This is the Tartars cruelty not thine;  
I know thy oath stands gauged to bring this head,  
Or not return; thus shalt thou save thy oath,  
Here shalt thou live, with Ormandine thy friend,  
Here spend thy days, crowned with delight and mirth,  
Pleasure shall be thy vassal to command,  
With new inventions, fresh varieties,  
And when thy dalliance would consort with love,  
Queens shall enfold thee in their Ivory arms,  
Which to affirm, and give thee love and liking,  
This waving of my wand above thy head,  
Dissolves this horror, and does give thee cause  
To change thy mind.  The day clears, enchantments cease: Sweet Music. Dav. 
What alteration's here! your pardon mighty Sir;  
Oh let me never, never part from hence.  Orm. 
Be Master of your wish: come sit here by me,  
I'll rape your care, and captivate your eye.  soft Music. Enter free Excess, immodest Mirth, Delight, Desire, Lust sated, and sickness, they dance; after the dance Excess, Delight, and Desire embrace him to a lazy tune, they touch him, he falls into their arms, so carry him away. Orm. 
How happy now is Ormandine in this; I will no more  
Credit the Tablet I shall for ever rain, as now I do:  
Eternity shall seal my habitation here,  
The Britain Knight is now within my power,  
Charm hangs a drowsy rest upon his eyes,  
And he shall sleep his youth to a full age.  
As for the Arabian bird, and the proud Tartar,  
Revenge armed with destruction to them flies;  
Who seeks my life, without my pity dies.  Exeunt. Enter George armed, and Clown with him. Geo. 
Come on sir Suckabus, how do you like this alteration?  Clow. 
Nay, we are come to wear good cloth again, and we fill our bellies at other folks' cost: marry we part with cracked Crowns for our Ordinaries. They that in the low country-garrisons kill men for three shillings a week, are punies to us; by that time I have served but half my time, I shall be able to play with all the Fencers in Christendom.  Geo. 
Leave your folly sir.  Clow. 
Leave your prating sir, and then we'll leave our livings both together.  Geo. 
Villain no more;  
How pleasant is this place, how fresh and clear,  
As when the last of April offers to sweet May  
The pride and glory of the youthful Spring,  
The lovers coupling time! the farther that I go,  
The more Elysium like it doth appear.  Clow. 
Good Master let's go back again: I do not like this talking of Elysium; it is a place where good and honest men come in, and for mine own part, I am in the mind never to trouble it.  Geo. 
I think so too:  
What's here the platform of a Garden?  
If that the Sun robbed in his brightest glory,  
Dazzle not mine eyes, it is the richest that I ever saw,  
The Paradise of some Deity:— Music too.  Clow. 
ay, two Tailors are a dancing for a buttered bun.  Geo. 
List Suckabus, hear'st thou no Music?  Clow. 
I think I hear the Horsehead and the tongues.  Geo. 
Most heavenly Music, follow me close,  
we'll see the guider of this heavenly sphere,  
For sure no mortal owns it.  Clown. 
Pray Sir let's back again, I have no mind to 't,  
the Sun shines so hot, I fear we shall have some rain.  Geor. 
What's here, a wonder past the other beauties far?  
A Brazen Pillar, through whose impregnable body  
Sticks a Sword, a Tablet, and Inscriptions  
Writ upon't, wonder falls on me!  
Be'st thou enchantment, thouart the loveliest shape  
That ever hell's Art strove to tempt withal:  
By your leave a little, it seems these are no secrets,  
Y'are open breasted, I must know your mind:  
We will not stand on doubts.  He reads, pulls out the sword: Thunder and Lightning: a great cry within. 
I am the man, for England, oh y'are welcome Sir.  Clown. 
Did not I tell ye? now shall I be roasted for Devils, and my bones scorched into small-coals: Where's the goodly weather that we had even now? where's the tongs and the Tailors a dancing.  Georg. 
Follow me slave, we'll in, and with this Immured blade, that I set free, cut out my passage through the Gates of horror: the enchantment's done, and George's happy fate Some Christians may redeem from tyrant's hate.  Exit George. Clown. 
Well, I were best run away, while I have legs to carry me: he's a good loving Master, this same honest George, but he does lead me into more quarrels and dangers than all the roaring Davids in the world; but they are cowardly rascals, & I will stay no longer, my accounts are made even, and I will back again; hay day, they are at it.  Thunder & Lightning, Devils run laughing over the stage: Tarpax with 'em. Tar. 
Come, we are freed, let's now prepare his death, That being done, give welcome to him in confusion.  Clown. 
O brave, that by his likeness and voice should be my Sire Suckabus, 'tis he; I'll take acquaintance of him.  Tar. 
Who's that, the issue of my Calib?  
Begone afore I'll follow.  Exeunt spirits. Clow. 
He sees me, and stays a purpose to talk with me: I will put on my mother's good face, and salute him: pray sir, hoping that the like is the same, Father give me your blessing.  Tar. 
What Suckabus? O let me kiss my boy:  
A blessing on my Princely son and heir.  Clow. 
Thank you Father, I have not known myself a long time: but now your blood royal begins to plump up my veins. Have you brought me never a Letter from my Mother Queen?  Tar. 
None my sweet son.  Clow. 
Why that shows now, she's in her Pontificalities, in my kingdom after your decease, she never minds the sweet heir of her body, she casts me backward, as if I were unworthy to be Prince of her joys: but I shall think on't.  Tar. 
Be patient son.  Clow. 
You talk you know not what; have you no Carriers in your kingdom?  Tar. 
Yes, divers.  Clow. 
Is Hobson there, or Dawson, or Tom Long?  Tar. 
I know not till I make inquiry.  Clow. 
Well, do so Father;  
And if you find 'em, send to me by 'em; they are honest men. Not a Letter? Can Limbonia's Queen, and Duchess of Witchfordia so much forget herself, and that royal blood of hers, as not to send a Letter to me?  Tar. 
List to me my son, and I'll show thee the cause,  
Why so thy mother and our royal self sent not unto thee:  
For hadst thou but obeyed the charge I left,  
Just at the parting of thy mother from thee,  
Thou hadst ere this been with us gentle boy,  
enthroned and honoured as thy Mother is:  
Welcomed with triumphs, shows, and fireworks:  
Of what we want, we shall be furnished shortly.  Clow. 
I would you had 'em, they'd give much content; Oh I do love those things a life i'faith. Have you any squibs in your Country? any Green-men in your shows, and Whizers upon lines, Jack Pudding upon Rope, or Sis in fireworks? But pray father let me know why you did not send.  Tar. 
Then thus: I did not bid thee unsolace thy mind  
Like a dejected low-begotten slave,  
But revel, drink, laugh, and carouse, quarrel, and stab,  
Game, wench, swear and curse, and if thy master offend thee,  
Watch him asleep, and kindly cut his throat;  
So doing, hadst thou long ere this come to us.  Clow. 
Forgive me this, and if the obeying of your will, will bring me to you, let me alone; I'll not be long from home: But Father, what, no trick, no invention to make me famous ere I come to you? why, my Mother could juggle as well as any hocus-pocus i'th' world, and shall I do nothing?  Tar. 
Here, take this paper, learn these nine words in't;  
At reading the first three, I will appear to thee,  
To satisfy whatever thou demandest.  
The virtue of the other three is this:  
Look, in what place soe'er thou wish thyself,  
Or company should meet thee to thy mind,  
Speak but the middle three, 'tis done:  
The best and last three words carry this property;  
Which once rehearsed by thee,  
Whom thou shalt please, shall straightways dote on thee,  
Love thee entirely, nay, would die for thee,  
If that in pity thou not comfortst them:  
There's a jewel for my princely boy.  Clow. 
Oh sweet father, now thou lov'st thy boy: but you know father, I never was so well learned, as to say God by my speed.  Tar. 
The better, I would not have thee boy:  
I will infuse that learning in thy brain,  
That thou shalt read that whensoe'er thou please.  Clow. 
Pray read 'em over to me father.  Tar. 
Observe the first three words: Hulcha, pulch, palcha;  
These three being spoken, I straight appear.  
The next is Runio, rant, runto; then art thou  
Where thou please, and in what company,  
The last and best Plagmanitis, squirtis, pampistis,  
Thy love lies in thine arms.  Clown. 
What a gift is here! I will Cuckold the great Turk, love all his Concubines, and lie with all over and over: I will beget a thousand of Giants, fill the world full of bastards, march with an Army Royal of 'em into my Kingdom, depose my Father, and live like a Monarch.  Tarp. 
Come bring me a little on my way my son,  
I'll tell thee braver things than these that thou shalt do.  Clown. 
Oh my sweet father, what a man art thou!  Enter George, bringing out Ormand and his friends. Geor. 
What is the cause, you ten times worse than devils,  
That thus, like Traitors, you deface and spoil  
So fair a stamp as your great maker's is?  
Why have you sold your endless bliss for bane?  
Had they the hopes man has shining on them,  
Worlds would not gain a life of thousand years,  
And in those lives reign Kings and Emperors,  
Change those Celestial joys you might have had:  
Ever lost wretches, where's your power now?  Orm. 
Vanquished by thee: that sanguine Cross my Tablet foretold,  
Bloodsheds mine eyes for to behold it worn  
And thou that Christian Knight confounds my state:  
Yet as thou honour'st what I fear to see,  
As thou art hopeful of what's passed in me,  
And as thou art a Knight sworn to honour,  
Grant me one small request.  Geor. 
If thy request in honour's grant stands fair,  
Give us the knowledge, we will see't performed,  Orm. 
Then spare the lives of these two harmless men.  
Which I secured by safety of my charms.  Geor. 
Are they not practised in thy horrid Art?  Orm. 
Christian no.  Geo. 
The happier men: rise, we have no hate against ye.  Both. 
Live still in honour, courteous Christian Knight.  Geor. 
Now Ormandine quit this my grant  
With one request from me.  Orm. 
'tis yours; say on.  Georg. 
I crave the knowledge of your former being,  
Before you found the path of your destruction.  Orm. 
Know then, that Island seated in the Main,  
Whose crostic sides points to Barbary's kingdom,  
Was I once Duke of, the nearest parts to it is this  
Of Tartary, the other is Arabia, whose Kings disturbed  
My peace and government: Briefly, by flight we saved our  
Lives; and to revenge those wrongs I practised on this Art,  
And since have lived scourges to both those Kings:  
My Tablet and Pillar then erected, through whose hardness  
Stuck that tempered blade; the riddles date on't did so strange appear,  
That I thought ever, ever to live here.  
And now you shall behold another Christian Knight,  
Sent from the Tartar King, by oath enjoined to fetch my  
Head, this did I deem the man, hath brought what you have,  
My confusion, but missing of my fears, I entertained him fair,  
Yet dreading still lest he might prove the man,  
My Art hung on his eyes these charms of sleep,  
Which till I expiate, can never wake:  
His name is David, and a Britain Knight.  Geo. 
Ha, my brother! Prepare thee Ormand, this shall wake him.  Orm. 
Hold, do not with crimson purple your white blade  
With such a handsel: give me but leave to mount  
Yond storied steps, and you shall see brave Archers hit me sure:  
Think not that I must live, would you life give,  
Be good unto my friends: I fallen, take up your friend & hence.  Geor. 
Well to your Fate: farewell.  Thunder. Orm. 
Oh are you aiming, 'twas time I came, you had  
Fetched me else: so, so, we are met.  Thunder strikes him. 
He that sells bliss, and would in this Art shine,  
At last shall pay for't, as did Ormandine.  Geor. 
So, farewell Ormandine; wake David, wake.  Dav. 
Is the Enchantment past? where is this fiend, this devil?  
Ormandine, your charms no longer shall prevail on me.  Geor. 
No more, they shall not noble Britain Knight,  
See who with joy embrace thee in his arms.  Dav. 
Brother of England, far-renown George,  
Am I a second time enlarged by thee?  
I shall pay Time a death indebted to thy valour.  Geo. 
Do not engage so far,  
Who knows what haps attend our next adventure?  Dav. 
Brother, where's Ormand?  Geo. 
Dead!  Dav. 
Oh I am lost, for ever lost and gone,  
For ever bearing Knightly Arms again: oh, oh—  Geo. 
Brave Britain Knight with patience hear,  
I'll tell o'er your own Story.  Dav. 
Say on my Oracle, I will attend.  Geo. 
This Sword you see is mine, enchantments done,  
You wakened from death's sleep, think it not strange,  
Ormand did declare before his death,  
Your Oaths adventure for to fetch his head:  
By the Tartarian King, your Oath shall be performed,  
we'll take it off; these harmless men  
That hither fled, only to save their lives,  
Shall you get favoured of their King again;  
I'll bear you company unto the King,  
Where we again must part: you shall be further satisfied  
In all what appears dark, I'll open as we ride.  
Come brother David, we the world that range,  
Must not admire at accidents or change.  Exeunt.  

ACTUS QUARTUS.  Enter Argalio, Leonides, and spirits. Arg. 
Come dear Leonides, My love's sole minion,  
That like the powerful ruler of the Fates,  
Turns my restless Necromantic charms  
Into what form best fits thy appetite:  
Speak my Leonides, prithee smile, and speak it,  
Could Earth or Hell invent a guard  
To shield black crimes from direful punishment?  
Walls are by Wars strong Engines razed and torn,  
And Center-reaching caverns of the earth,  
Have oft been made the inhabitants sad graves:  
But to build thee a stronger Barracado,  
I have fetched force from underneath the Poles,  
The slimy mists of dark Avernus' Lake,  
Cocytus pitchy steams are mixed with that,  
And black compounded smoke the Cyclops send  
From the foul sulphur of hot Aetna's Forge,  
All which I have compounded in a lump,  
To make this Isle obscure and tenebrous.  
I'll tell thee friend, those furious Giants that did war with heaven,  
Had they effected their great enterprise,  
Could not more glory in their usurpation,  
Than I do in this Masterpiece of Art.  Leon. 
True great Argalio,  
Yet here I live as a reprieved prisoner,  
In hope of life, sure of imprisonment,  
Losing the benefit of life's repast.  Arg. 
In what?  Leon. 
In the grand loss of the all-pleasing light,  
Without the which life is a misery too hard to be inflicted.  Arg. 
Wrong not thy judgement with that fond opinion,  
Night, why 'tis the proper sphere, the Orb of pleasure;  
When do those heirs of pleasure, Cupid's Lords,  
The active Courtiers and attractive Dames,  
Choose to express their quintessence of mirth  
In sports and revels, is't not in the Night?  
Night and the pleasures that she brings with her,  
Shall make thee scorn day, as unnecessary:  
My several spirits in an active dance  
Shall now present themselves.  Enter spirits, and dance; thunder & lightning. Leon. 
Why are these terrors mixed with our delights?  Arg. 
The angry heavens with common destiny, Thunder,  
Reprove my sports.  Leon. 
As they'd oppose my sins:  Enter Leopides with father and sister. 
See, see where those poor souls,  
Their murdering hands pulled from the mortal  
Motion of their flesh, come back to give  
The Ferryman his hire, I am behind hand in that  
Fatal debt: but now in spite of his black churlish Oar,  
we'll waft ourselves unto the hoped shore.  Arg. 
Correct thy fear affrighted fantasy  
Against these fond illusions, see they are vanished;  
Come unto pleasures turn, they but abuse thy thoughts.  Enter Spirits. Spir. 
O great Argalio, call thy ablest charms,  
Never had Art more need to help her Mistress:  
Three bold adventurous Knights prepare themselves  
To ruin thee. and thy Leonides:  
Aurela, Queen of this unhappy Kingdom,  
Has given her best advice to further them.  Arg. 
Be careful of your charge,  
Down to the infernal vaults, call up  
The Legion of the lower World, and throw  
hell's vengeance on them:  
Come my Leonides, away with fear,  
Should these charms fail, which to mistrust were poor,  
My Art should help thee with ten thousand more.  Exeunt. Enter james. Iam. 
Sure I have lost mine eyes, or else am walked  
Into eternal darkness: I have read how wise  
Ulysses saw the under world, conversed with bold  
Achilles and the Greeks, and then returned alive  
To earth again, but Fables help but weakly,  
Imitate what really I feel I have lost,  
My fellows in this endless night; till now  
Their voyees kept me company. Ho Denis, Denis.  Within. 
Here, here.  Iam. 
Where art thou man?  Den. 
Wading through fire, and buffetting with air.  Iames. 
Where's Patrick?  Within. 
Here, here.  Enter Patr. Pat. 
Where's my noble Spaniard?  Enter Iam. Iam. 
Here, my friend.  Pat. 
We all came several ways then?  Den. 
But a worse than I have ventured, never  
Man set foot to: first through a Lake that  
lybia's Deserts yield not more hot contagions,  
Venom that has struck confused terror  
Throughout all my limbs, and pierced my armours  
Closure, then was I fain to interpose my shield,  
Betwixt me and that ponderous weight, that fell,  
As if some Castles ruins had fall'n down,  
To crush me into nothing.  Pat. 
Mulciber like I walked through fire,  
And as the Salamander bathed in the flames,  
Winding his body in a stream of sulphur,  
So the devouring heat encompassed me.  Iam. 
But I had music in my passage friends,  
The Whistler and the screech-owl joined their songs,  
The boding Ravens made the consort up,  
And with their multitudes pressed me to earth;  
But here the air breathes cold and gently on us:  
Is not yond light? or being enured to darkness,  
Have not our eyes forgot their faculties?  
'Tis light; what's here, a Pillar, and a Tablet on't?  
The lively Taper, which not only clears our eyes,  
So long invaded with Cimmerian mists, but gives  
Us light, by viewing this Inscription, thereby  
For to unfold this dark Aenigma.  
Read Denis.  

Denis Reads.  
Read, and wonder, you that be not be  
Not borne to end this prodigy.  
The golden Fleece, which jason sought,  
In emblem must be hither brought,  
The Flower de Luce and Harp must join,  
Before the Riddle you untwine.  
Iberia's earth must yield a Knight,  
That must extinguish this great light.  
By the same water must be found,  
That borne was on unvenomed ground.  
A gallion Helmet, that must hold  
The water that these Charms unfold;  
That done, this land resumes her rest,  
And all Enchantments here depressed.   
Either my Genius flatters my best thoughts,  
Or else we three were borne to consummate  
This great adventure.  Iam. 
'Tis most plain, Spain gave me birth,  
The Golden Fleece mine Arms,  
The figure of that prize which jason brought,  
And to make perfect the Inscription,  
Here is a Helmet framed in Normandy,  
Which I have worn in all my travails since.  Den. 
No more of doubts; Argalio and Leonides  
Prepare to meet your ruin, your all potent Charms,  
methinks I see them fly from room to room,  
Searching the Caverns and obscurest Vaults  
To hide their guilty heads from vengeance:  
And this strong Charm, once thought invincible,  
When it shall vanish like an idle dream,  
Their confidence will plague their Conscience more,  
Than if they had mistrusted it before.  Iam. 
No more delays, but boldly let's assail,  
Our cause is good, and justice must prevail.  Exit. Enter Argalio, and Leonides. Leon. 
It clears, it clears:  
What does thy Art avail thee,  
Thou that hast said for to obscure the Sun,  
Where are they fled? hide thyself now Argalio,  
And hide my errors with thee, they are vain,  
As my beliefs are, that thou hast a knowledge  
Above my mischiefs: horse us on the Clouds,  
For nought else can prevent our imminent ruin.  Arg. 
Art thou yet doubtful, unbelieving boy?  
Remember the large stretched thoughts  
I have employed to arm thee, could I cause  
Darkness? could my powerful Art hide the  
Bright Sun in his most royal progress?  
And shall it be confined by these opposers?  Leon. 
I cannot have a faith in these delusions:  
Let me despair and die; here is a sword  
Can quickly ease my torments, and set free  
A burdened Conscience: how freely will my spirit  
Greet the air of hell's black kingdom:  
There the Thracian sits, hard by the sullen  
Waters of black Styx, fingering his Lute;  
To hear whose pleasing strains, hell's Ministers  
Forget their offices, the wearied souls their torments,  
The whole Vault resounds his echoes;  
Thither will I hie, and lay my troubled head  
Upon his lap, and he shall charm me  
Into endless slumbers.  Arg. 
Hold brainsick man, look up for thy safety;  
Seest thou this Throne by sable spirits borne,  
In it we'll mount, so unbelieved a height,  
Earth shall appear an atom to thine eye:  
Thou shalt view Cynthia in her silver sphere,  
Couched by Aurora on her Rosy bed; and make  
The sun-god jealous of your loves:  
we'll progress over the Celestial Orbs,  
Thence to the Winds, and view the hollow cave,  
Where Aeol fetters up the unruly brood;  
Then by descensions pleasing to our thoughts,  
we'll take survey of Neptune's watery rule,  
Ride o'er the bosom of the Ocean  
On crooked Dolphins,  
Amphion like, striking a well tuned Harp,  
And then to th' earth again.  Leon. 
Thou hast given me a new life,  
I feel a new unwonted joy assail me,  
And all my sorrows vanish like those clouds,  
That even but now environed us with darkness.  Arg. 
Mount then my Son, and as we reach the sky,  
My Spirits shall salute us with sweet bays,  
jove shall bow down his head to hear their lays,  
And wish himself commander of their skill:  
Will this delight thee?  Leon. 
Oh my happy friend.  Enter Champions. Pat. 
Earth, nor her strongest hold shall not secure 'em.  Den. 
O act of wonder, we in vain pursue:  
Look how they raise themselves unto the clouds:  
Oh had I wings but to o'ertake  
The Villain, Devil, Enchanter.  Arg. 
Ha, ha, ha; fools to imagine you could wrong Argalio,  
I pity you, or else my powerful hand  
Should crush you into air:  
Stand, and admire, whilst we ascend a height  
'Bove your weak thoughts.  Pat. 
Yet are we happy, though they scaped  
Our justice, that we have freed  
The Country from contagion. The people  
Find this benefit already;  Shouts within. 
And hark, with shouts applaud this act  
Of wonder: let's to the Queen,  
And fully give relations of all these accidents,  
Then are we free for other Warlike deeds.  
Virtue should still be active, apt to right  
Those which are wronged, and good deeds to requite.   

ACTUS QUINTUS.  Enter Suckabus with bread and meat in his hand. Clown. 
Ah sirrah, the world is pretty well amended with me now, thanks to my Kingly father, and his Charms, 'twas time for me to leave the domineering Rascal, and his beggarly crew of wanderers, Grooms I may term them, for if they had been Knights they would never have used a Prince amongst 'em so. I have travailed five times through the world, and not a Town, City, or Burrough in England but I carried the marks on my shoulders to show for't. The best days that ever I saw with 'em, was when we hired Charles' Wain, and rid about the elements, that was the best twelve days journey that e'er I had: and I remember we had good lodging at the twelve Signs, and nobly used, for they would not take one Penny, and to say the truth we had no money to give: but how we got up, or how the devil we got down again I know not: and then we fell to our old course again, to kill every one that we met: which course I not liking, in regard we must fight for our victuals, I begged this charm of my Father, where hearing of a famous Castle of Brandron's, and what a brave house he kept for Victuals, I out with my Spell, and straight wished me there; which being no sooner uttered, but a Hawk or a buzzard flew betwixt my legs, mounted me in the Air, and set me down here, where I find whole Oxen, boiled in a Pottage-pot will hold more water than the Thames, and now having pretty well stuffed my Pannier, I'll e'en take a He sleeps. nap, and so wish myself somewhere else.  Enter Brandron. Bran. 
How weary am I with this foraging,  
Yet cannot find my hunted prey come in:  
Have I a truce granted to a fruitful Kingdom,  
And her chief City, not a mile from hence  
Upon condition I should spare his City,  
Self, and people, to have my quick provision hunted  
Into my Iron nets, and do they break and baffle thus?  
Is Bear and Lion food too good for me?  
Why then I see I must take pains to march,  
And with my Iron Mace, pound, pash, and mortar them  
And City too: oh the net is fall'n,  
'Tis well you keep your league.  
How now, what scarecrow's that?  
A sleeping Dormouse in my Castle walls: how got he in?  
I have no other Porter than myself,  
And through the keyhole sure he could not crawl;  
How or which way should this small spy get in?  
Sirrah awake, or with one fillip of my Iron Mace,  
I'll send eternal sleep to seize on thee:  
Awake you dog.  Clown. 
ay, ay, you say very well Father, 'tis true indeed,  
And then watch him asleep, and kindly cut his throat.  Bran. 
How? cut my throat? I shall prevent ye slave:  
Wren of deformity awake I say.  Clown. 
I hear a rumbling noise, I'll e'en pack up my trinkets, and begone: Oh Lord what will become of me! I have wished myself to have my brains beat out.  Bran. 
What art thou worm?  Clown. 
An't please you Sir, I am a Prince, a sweet young Prince, my Father's name is Tarpax, Prince of the grisly North, my mother's name was Calib, Queen of Limbonia, and Duchess of Witchfordia.  Bran. 
Perish thy father and thy mother, as thyself shall:  
Slave how got'st thou in?  Clown. 
I flew over the Castle wall.  Bran. 
Bird of the Devil, where's your wings to fly?  Clown. 
If you will give me leave, you shall see me fly the same way back again.  Bran. 
No my fine Pigeon, I will clip your wings:  
Come to my cauldron, come I'll see how finely you can  
Flutter there, it reeks and bubbles, there  
I'll plunge thee in, there shalt thou play my pig.  
Till thou art fine, soft, plump, and tender sod,  
And then I'll pick thy bones my dainty bird.  Clown. 
O Lord, what shall become of me? boiled, O Lord, the very terror of that word, hath thrust the charm quite from my head, that Charm would save me; oh sweet father now or never help me, and save a Prince from boiling, a boyld Prince is his meat else.  Bran. 
Dispatch my bird.  Clown. 
O sweet father, now, now, now I go else,  
Boiled: oh the thought of that word: O I ha''t,  
Sweet Father I thank thee,  
Has put that Charm into my head  
Shall make 'em all in love with me:  
Now I care not.  Bran. 
Why when I say?  Clown. 
Splagnalis squirtis pampistis.  
The Giant in a maze lets fall his Club.  Bran. 
Ha! The beams of wonder shoots into mine eyes,  
And love and pity hath surprised my heart.  Clown. 
Oh sweet father, now he's mine sure, and I will domineer.  Bran. 
The morning's majesty doth not so fresh break forth,  
When she doth usher the Altitionate from forth his bed  
Of spices, here to shine: how were mine eyes deluded,  
My sweet boy, when that I thought  
Deformity hung here? for which upon my knees  
I beg thy gracious pardon, and with submission,  
And contrition, do desire that favour,  
But to kiss thy foot.  Clown. 
My foot? no you shall kiss somewhere else,  
My backside of this hand is yours.  Bran. 
I merit not that favour, heavenly boy.  Clown. 
Go too, I'll have my will, my hand is yours I say.  Bran. 
And for that hand my whole heart is thy slave;  
Demand, and take the life of Brandron.  
Then say, my dotage darling, canst thou love me?  Clown. 
As well as I love roast Beef:  
Hast any victuals love? I am a hungry.  Bran. 
Enough, my dainty boy; the banquet of the Gods,  
To which flew Saturn, once in thirty years,  
Tasteth not there of more delightsome Cates,  
Than I'll have for my love: come in my boy,  
Walk with me hand in hand,  
Thou shalt not ask, but have thy full demand.  Exeunt. Enter the six Champions. Iam. 
Brothers, you are welcome all to Brandron's Castle.  Iam. 
Not Brandron nor his Castle  
Long shall bear that name.  Pat. 
A strong and sumptuous habitation.  Jam. 
too good a Palace for a tyrant's rain.  Andr. 
What, shall we knock, and rouse the Monster up?  Ant. 
let's walk the round, and take a view  
Of this strong Castle first; happily we may find  
A passage in, for to surprise him  
ere he think of us; let's strike upon occasion,  
But advantage, in Law of Arms, deserves this  
Hateful Traitor.  Pat. 
Your counsel we'll allow, on, let be so:  
Come Gentlemen, let's walk, but not too near  
The Castle pray, least treasons bounty  
Should drop down upon us.  Iam. 
What if we find no entrance,  
And he refuse our summons, and not come?  And. 
That cannot be, we then might starve the fiend;  
His food is daily hunted to these nets,  
And once a day we are sure to meet with him:  
Then let us careful pass about these walls.  Exit. Enter Clown and Brandron. Bran. 
How lik'st thou Brandron, and his Castle boy?  Clown. 
As I am a Prince,  
I was never better pleased in all my life.  Bran. 
Music to Brandron's ear that thou art so.  Clown. 
Now you talk of Music, will you hear me sing?  Bran. 
A contradiction to thy will, were poison  
To my thoughts: on my soul's harmony.  

clown sings.  
I have a Love, as white as a Raven,  
Excelling for blackness the snow,  
She will scold, scratch, and bite  
Like a Fury or Spright,  
And yet she was counted no shrew.  
The hair of her head was like cobbler's thread,  
Which Sow-haires do draw through so,  
Her Legs on each foot  
Is so swollen with the gout,  
That my love is not able to go.  
Her face bears a front, like to Wear waterspout.  
Which brought was from thence by great cunning,  
With a Mill in her bum,  
That did roar like a drum,  
Which did set her fair nose still a running.   How like you this love? Bran. 
Orion, that o'erstrode the Dolphin with his Harp,  
ne'er song nor played such chanting melody:  
Thou hast made me drowsy love with thy sweet air.  Clown. 
I carry air at both ends of my Pipe,  
But this is the sweeter: come what shall we do?  Bran. 
Walk with thy jove, my lovely Ganymede,  
And once a day survey my Castle round,  
Then will I play with these thy silken locks,  
Kiss that sweet Venus' Mole upon thy Cheek,  
And smell unto thy sweet Sabean breath,  
Then will we walk and view my silver fountain,  
And my silver Swans, whom next to thee,  
I take most pleasure in.  Clown. 
I like that Fountain very well,  
And the three Swans that swims about it:  
I was wishing for a Goose-pie made  
Made of one of 'em but the other day.  Bran. 
Little dost thou know what those Swans be.  Clown. 
Why, what are they?  Bran. 
List, and I'll tell thee:  
Those Swans are daughters to the King of Macedon,  
Whom I surprised, and kept within my Castle,  
Till at the length, so scorched with love's hot flames,  
That Brandron needs must die, if not enjoy:  
So thinking to deflower 'em one by one,  
Each by her prayers converted to a Swan,  
And flew for safety in my golden fountain,  
And there for ever shall my Leda's Birds  
Remain, unharmed by Brandron, or any.  Clown. 
Oh monstrous, I have heard indeed that wenches have turned pretty coneys, Ducks, or Pigeons; but Swans, O brave: Come whither shall we go now love?  Leon. 
Up to the promontory top of my fair Castle,  
There take thy pleasure of the morning's air,  
Breathed from Aurora's care the Sun doth wake,  
From thence to banquet upon lions' hearts,  
I'll feast the high and strong, my Ganymed:  
Come let us mount, pleasure's to us a toy,  
My happiness consists in thee my boy.  Exeunt. Enter the six Champions. Den. 
As yet we cannot find a fitting place,  
Where we may make a breach for entrance.  Pat. 
What shall we rouse him then?  Iam. 
A little stay, we have not yet begirt the Castle walls,  
The time of his approach will not be long,  
For all his Iron nets are stored you see.  Anth. 
I long to see, and grapple with the monster.  Andr. 
Here's no man here but hath the same desire.  
Come let us walk.  Enter Brandron and Clowne above. Bran. 
Where art thou love?  Clown. 
Here, here, as close as beggary to a Prodigal,  
I'll ne'er forsake ye I'll warrant.  Bran. 
'Tis well; now we have attained the highest top: ha!  Clown. 
What's the matter Sir?  Bran. 
See, see, six straggling spies, wandering fugitives  
Are lurking 'bout my Walls to make a breach,  
And steal my Swans away; but I will down,  
And with my Iron Mace send 'em a welcome,  
That their powder bones shall seem a pastime  
For the wind to play with.  Clown. 
Go to love, no more such words,  
No more I say, I know 'em well enough.  Bran. 
Dost thou my love?  Clown. 
Yes, and I am afraid you will know 'em to your  
Cost: there's not a man of these, but is able to cope  
With a whole army.  Bran. 
Ha, ha, ha.  Clown. 
You were best tell me I lie:  
Have you not heard of seven roaring boys,  
That made such a damnable thunder through the world,  
Making Gallimafries of all came in their way?  Bran. 
O the Christian curs, what then?  Clown. 
These are six of 'em, and I'm afraid the seventh,  
And that's my Master, George of England.  Bran. 
Are these the men? beshrew me heart  
The largeness of their fame makes Brandron shrug.  Clown. 
Do not you fear for all this;  
What will you say if I betray all these Champions to ye,  
And bring 'em all unarmed unto your mercy?  Bran. 
I cannot love thee dearer if thou dost,  
But I am loath to venture thee my love.  Clown. 
Take you no care for that, I'll do't,  
Give me the keys, and Then when i have got them in  
Unarmed, if we cannot make our parties good with 'em,  
Would you were hanged i'faith.  Bran. 
Go and be fortunate, I long till thou returnest.  Exit. Enter Champions. Dav. 
There is no hope of entrance till he comes.  And. 
Shall we obscure ourselves till then,  
Or face the Monster at his coming out?  Dav. 
Obscure, no brother Andrew, here's not a man of us  
But singly dares both meet and cope with him:  
But soft, I hear the gates unlock,  
Each stand upon his guard, the Giant comes.  Enter Clown. Iam. 
Who this?  
This the mighty Brandron?  Den. 
If black Enchantments do not blind mine eyes,  
I well should know that habit and that person:  
Send me your judgements, know you not that face?  Anth. 
'Tis Suckabus, our brother George's man.  Clown. 
You are not deceived Sir, I'm the very same.  All. 
What Suckabus?  Clown. 
Gentlemen, 'tis no wonder for us that are Champions to meet at though world's end: my master's i'th' Castle.  All. 
How?  Clown. 
'Tis as I tell ye; we saw ye out of a window look about the Castle walls, and laughed heartily at ye, and so did the Ladies too.  All. 
How, Ladies?  Clown. 
Yes faith Ladies: my master hath killed the Giant, a foul great lubberly knave he was I'm sure a that: we had much ado with him ere he fell: but now have we the bravest life with the Ladies, we do nothing but dance with 'em all day long. You must come up unto my Master presently.  All. 
With all our hearts;  
Lead the way good Suckabus.  Clown. 
Nay not so hasty neither: my Master doth earnestly desire you, that you would deliver all your weapons to me, for fear of frighting the Ladies; there must no sign of a Soldier now appear, all must be lovers that do enter there.  All. 
With all our hearts; take 'em, and lead the way.  Clown. 
Why now it is as it should be;  
I'll bring you sweet linen and water to refresh you, and then into your pantables, and pump up the Ladies.  All. 
Excellent Suckabus.  Exeunt. Enter Brandron. Bran. 
Ha, ha, ha; how happy am I in this faithful boy?  
I have beheld through a chink, the Knights  
Brought in unarmed and weaponless:  
Oh my prosperous politician how I love thee:  
These were the Knights whom I did ever fear,  
And now I have 'em all mine own but one:  
Oh here comes my boy; the news, the news?  
My eyes best object; what are they springed my love?  Clown. 
ay, they are my own, fast locked in a pitfold:  
But I have stranger news to tell thee than this.  Bran. 
Say on, we are secure from fear and danger now.  Clown. 
After my slight had fetched 'em in unarmed,  
And Caged my birds fast under lock and key,  
I went to fetch some weapons that I left  
Behind me at the gate porch: where peeping  
Through a keyhole, by more chance I spied my Master  
George of England, prancing his steed about the walls.  Bran. 
What's he the seventh?  Clown. 
ay, and the veriest kill-cow of 'em all,  
These are but very punies to him.  Bran. 
Go and betray him as thou didst the rest.  Clown. 
Nay soft, some wiser than some: he's no such fellow as ye take him for; he may hear me, but he'll see me hanged ere he trust me; for indeed I have been so trusty to him, that he'll be sure to truss, if he catch me.  Bran. 
I will not venture thee: come, let's to these Knights,  
If they will yield unto our fair demands,  
And by that Christian power they do adore,  
Swear fealty and faithful love to us,  
To fight our battles, and our Champions prove,  
'Gainst those that shall oppose our might and power,  
We are their friends, and they shall live in favour;  
But if denial breath from ones lip,  
He and the rest shall perish instantly:  
Follow me love.  Exeunt. Enter George. Geor. 
Through black Enchantments, misbelieving men,  
Wild beasts and monsters, and through death himself,  
Hath George of England made his passage, to the desire  
Of my longing thoughts; and by my  
Tedious travails have I now obtained,  
And here I am arrived, where ends my fame,  
Or deeper shall insculp my honoured name.  
The Castle bears a foul usurped title,  
Which I will read out of the tyrant's heart,  
And back deliver injured honours due,  
Or die in the attempt.  
A rich and stately building:  
How fast 'tis riveted into the Rock,  
As if the sure foundations and the walls were one,  
How gained the monster such a policy to vanquish,  
And still hold it as his own?  
I have no other way but one, and this is it,  
This sword must play the Pioneer for me,  
Which through Brandron's plaited coat of brass,  
Shall cut his passage to his heart:  
And thus I ring death's 'larum at his gate.  Enter Brandron aloft. Bra. 
Ha, what harebrained frantic Urchin have we there?  
Dost come to meet the Crows and chatting Pies?  
They'll make a banquet of thy carcase:  
Reserve your smooth-faced brow to play with Ladies,  
begone I say, and do not make reply,  
For if thou urge me to a porter's pains,  
The strong nerved Cyclops, who by ponderous weight,  
Forged out the gates of steel, ne'er laid such strokes,  
As I will on thy childish Burgonet.  
begone I say, thou seest I'm pitiful.  
Geor Let pitty be accepted at thy hand by such as fear  
Thy bugbear terms, were thy deeds as much:  
Therefore descend, and to my hands deliver up the keys,  
With it those Virgins, undeflowred and wronged,  
The daughters to the King of Macedon,  
Or by the sacred Cross of Christendom,  
Under whose Banner George of England fights,  
I'll pitch thy head upon the wall thou standst,  
And Traitor like thy hateful limbs beside.  Bra. 
O, we have heard of you before, but since you are so hot,  
I'll fetch a julip for to cool your blood,  
You shall be fought, and fought, and fought with too:  
Betake you to your tools, that valour tries,  
For ne'er till now you played your Master-prize,  Exit. Georg. 
I do accept it: Brandron in this alone  
Do I find thee honourable: mean time,  
I will prepare to entertain them.  Enter Brandron aloft, with all the Champions and Clown. Bran. 
Hollow once more, look up and see,  
If these thou conquerst, than thou cop'st with me,  
But not before: nay, never start, I know thou know'st 'em well,  
You ne'er so strange were, as you must be now:  
I keep those bonds which yoked your amities,  
And I have broke those bonds: these, once whate'er they were,  
Are now my subjects, and all sworn to fight  
In Brandron's quarrel, be it wrong or right.  
ay, and to die in't: question them I pray.  Geor. 
Amazement throws his wonders on my head:  
Brother resolve me, is it so, or no?  
I see y'are prisoners to his power and will,  
But let me know the means that makes you so,  
Lives there no foul enchantment in this place?  Dav. 
Brother not any.  Georg. 
Monster, I know thou took'st 'em not in fight;  
The meanest of them them there that stands by thee,  
But with the quick flames of his resolution,  
Had scorched thee into ashes: give reason then  
How this should come to pass?  Bran. 
One of you tell him, if you please you may.  Dav. 
We all arrived at one Court, the Macedonian Kings,  
And coming hither in his wrongs behalf,  
Met with your Hellborn Suckabus,  
Who was before by Brandron entertained;  
No sooner we approached the Castle here,  
And made a gentle walk about the walls,  
But running to us with great signs of joy, that slave  
Came to us, told us yourself was here,  
And how the mighty Brandron by your hand was slain.  Bran. 
Ha, ha, ha; oh my dainty boy, stand near my love,  
Here's none dares injure thee.  Clown. 
Look how Master George on footback frowns  
on me, but I care not.  Dav. 
Further he told us 'twas your fair request,  
Having sweet Music and fair Ladies with you,  
We should come in unarmed and weaponless:  
We being joyful, thinking truth he spoke,  
Were all betrayed, and so to Brandron led,  
And so our lives were granted, on condition,  
His wrong or right to guard against the world.  Geor. 
Brood of the Devil thou shalt pay for this.  Clown. 
Thy worst, I defy thee.  Geor. 
What we must fight then?  Omn. 
Brother we must.  Geor. 
Well then, what remedy?  
But tell me Brandron, ere we begin,  
Since thou hast set this quarrel on our heads,  
Shall I have fair and single opposition?  Bran. 
Champion thou shalt.  Geor. 
Seal it with your oath, and then 'tis firm.  Bran. 
Why by the Ethiopes stamp, yond burning ball,  
I vow; and this I furthermore will promise,  
That each several Combatant shall bear several arms;  
And to thyself, from our rich Armoury,  
Weapons I'll send complete, although mine enemy:  
Here, take the keys, my boy, and see each weapon fitted  
Both for him and them: mean time, here will we sit  
Spectators of their deeds: Oh they are met.  Enter Champions severally, armed; weapons brought for George. Da. 
Y'are welcome to our castle: I'm your first man brother  Geor. 
You are welcome.  Dav. 
For Brandron, and his right.  Geor. 
For England, and the Britons do I fight.  fight. 
Brother y'are mine, your quarrel is not good.  David is o'ercome. Da. 
What I have lost, then call it Brandron's blood.  Geor. 
You are noble. Come the next.  And. 
That's I for Brandron.  fight. Geor. 
I stand for Scotland now.  And. 
You have won it fairly; take it as your own.  Geor. 
Y'are welcome home.  And. 
And I am glad it is so well fall'n out.  Each fight their several Combats: George overcomes them all: Brandron stamps. Geor. 
Let us unite our brotherhoods again.  
You are welcome to your liberty.  Omn. 
We joy to see't.  Iam. 
There are the keys, enter, and seize on Brandron.  Bran. 
Am I betrayed?  Dav. 
Each hath the best done to defend your state,  
Then yield thee to the mercy of our brother.  Bran. 
First will I head long throw me from this Tower,  
And dash my brains 'gainst the craggy rocks,  
That murmurs at the fall of Brandron:  
No, Christian slaves, you shall not write  
Your glories in my blood, to say,  
The mighty Brandron fell by you:  
Brandron wins glory to himself to yield,  
And thus will conquer Brandron in the field,  He beats out his own brains. Geor. 
One ruin ends for to begin another:  
Enter the Castle, seek the slave his man.  
And give his guerdon for his treachery.  Dav. 
That will we do; follow me Anthony.  Exit. Geor. 
What drum is that? let's in, and stand upon our guard,  Pat. 
It is our friend, the King of Macedon.  
That comes to gratify our victory.  Geor. 
we'll greet him with a token of our loves.  Enter the King, Drum, Colours, and Soldiers. Mac. 
I come in loving quest of you, brave Christian Knights,  
Who since your absence from our mournful Court,  
In this adventure took in our behalfs,  
Fear made us doubt your safety and your lives:  
Wherefore resolved, in quittance of your loss,  
More than the wrongs I did sustain before,  
Made us thus change our mournful black for steel,  
And armed with dread less danger of our lives,  
Came thus resolved, to fight, and die for you.  Pat. 
You have outdone us in your noble mind:  
Brother of England, embrace this aged King:  
And reverend Sir, do you the like by him;  
This the seventh, which in this enterprise,  
Redeemed us from the hateful hands of treachery.  Mac. 
I joy to see such worth abound in man,  
May honours spring send Garlands for thy brow,  
And victory still dwell on thy triumphant arm:  
I glory in your conquest.  Geor. 
Which glory once more shines upon thy head;  
The hateful monster, that usurped so long,  
And kept poor Tenopas in dread and awe,  
Hath justice from his own hand done himself,  
And you are honour of your loss again:  
Therefore reserve it as our loving deed,  
And wear it as our favour.  Mac. 
You so enrich me with your love and bounty,  
My life and kingdom is too poor to thank ye.  
Were I assured of my daughter's lives,  
I were ascended to my height of joy.  Geor. 
Of that these gentlemen can more resolve ye.  Omn. 
We never knew, nor saw no Ladies there.  Mac. 
Why then they are dead:  
Sweet peace rest with their souls.  Enter with the Clown. Clown. 
As you are gentlemen use not a Prince so hardly: what I have done was merely out of love; because I would have you stayed men, men of biding, to be forth coming, though not every hour coming forth: Master George, for my Queen mother's sake, that killed your father and mother, and kept you in a Cave, have compassion upon me.  Geo. 
Dispatch, and hang the slave.  Clown. 
What shall I do now? I have been calling to my father for help, and he does nothing, but stands and laughs at me, and will not put my charm in my head.  Dav. 
Nay come away good Suckabus.  Clown. 
Which is the King of Macedon, I pray?  Mac. 
I am my friend, but cannot save thy life,  
Because thou didst betray these gentlemen.  Clown. 
I do beseech thy Kingly worship to save my life, &  
I will bring you where your daughters are.  Clown. 
Thou pourest fresh blood into our empty veins,  
And melts the snow that lay upon my heart:  
Victorious Knights, as much renowned for pity,  
As for valour, upon my aged knees I beg the life  
Of this condemned wretch.  Geor. 
You must not kneel: upon condition that thou dost perform,  
Thy words, we will not only give thee life,  
But guard on thee with rich rewards, and love:  
But if thy fear delude us, hoping to save thy life—  Clown. 
Why you may hang me then, that's all the care I take.  Mac. 
And wilt thou bring me to my daughter's friend?  Clown. 
Come follow me, I'll lead you a dance.  Sings. 
Three whitings they cockle, and set in their luddle,  
Sing bay Cock without a comb, sing cock a doodle.  
Look you, do you see those three Swans? these Swans were once the Daughters, Ducks and Darlings to the King of Macedon.  Geor. 
Those were the Swans that in the fountain lived:  
Did not I tell you what this slave would do?  
Dispatch and hang him straight.  Mac. 
I do beseech ye spare him;  
And noble Knights, thus for to let you know,  
I do give faithful credit to his words;  
Hear me relate what once my daughters told me;  
The eldest having privilege of Birth,  
Came to me first for to relate her dream,  
And asked me if I could interpret it;  
I answered, as I had small faith in dreams,  
So I had less knowledge to expound the meaning.  
Yet went she on; I dreamed, said she, my sisters and myself  
Were playing round about your golden fountain,  
When suddenly we all three were surprised,  
By a fierce savage and inhuman Monster,  
And as his flaming Lust did us pursue,  
We turned to Swans, and in the fountain flew.  
As she related so did both the rest,  
And all three had one dream.  Clown. 
I'll assure you, the Giant that is dead told me the self same tale, and how he would have done something to 'em, but having three Eels by the tail they slipped out of his fingers, & flew like Swans into the golden fountain.  Mac. 
This doth confirm it more: oh my Swans, my girls!  
Come shall we sing our Requiem together?  
And at the stretching out your silver wings,  
Your aged father falls and dies with you.  Geo. 
Take comfort, royal Macedon, as heaven for to preserve  
Their honours, changed their shapes it may be pleased  
For to restore again, for after prescripts to believing men,  
And would you but become—  Mac. 
In that I'll interrupt ye: hold I pray,  
Let me embrace you all; nay, take sure hold:  
Though clouds of darkness did my clear shine smother,  
I am converted to each here a brother.  Omn. 
A happy conversion.  Geor. 
Blessed Macedon, thou hast sent a gift to heaven,  
Borne upon Angels wings;  The swans turn. 
And is by us on earth here ratified,  
Which without this could never have been done.  Omn. 
O father, father, happy are we now.  Mac. 
My blessing on my Swans, my new found joys:  
We all are Christians now.  Omn. 
Oh happy state!  Georg. 
Each Lady doth deserve a monarch's bed.  Mas. 
Renowned Knights, may we desire to know,  
Which of you are unmarried?  An. De. Pat. 
We are.  Geor. 
Then here's three Ladies, take 'em to your beds.  Mac. 
George highly honours aged Macedon.  3 Knig. 
But can the lady's love accord with us?  3 Lad. 
Most willingly.  3 King. 
We thus then seal our contracts.  Geor. 
Which thus we ratify:  
Sit with the Brides, most noble Macedon,  
And since kind fortune sent such happy chance,  
we'll grace your Nuptials with a soldier's dance.  They dance. Mac. 
True noble Knights, how am I honoured in you?  Georg. 
No more good Macedon: pray lead the way,  
we'll see your Nuptial Rites,  
That task once done,  
We must abroad for fame of Christendom.  
FINIS.