The
foure
Prentises
OF
LONDON
.
Actus
primus
,
Scoena
prima
.
Enter
the
old
Earle
of
Boloigne
,
and
his
daughter
BELLA
FRANCA
.
EARLE
.
DAughter
,
thou
seest
how
Fortune
turnes
her
wheele
.
Wee
that
but
late
were
mounted
vp
aloft
,
Lul'd
in
the
skirt
of
that
inconstant
Dame
,
Are
now
throwne
head-long
by
her
ruthlesse
hand
,
To
kisse
that
earth
whereon
our
feete
should
stand
.
What
censuring
eye
,
that
sees
mee
thus
deiect
,
Would
take
this
shape
to
bee
that
famous
Duke
,
Which
hath
made
Boloigne
through
the
world
renown'd
,
And
all
our
race
with
fame
and
honour
crown'd
?
BELL.
But
father
how
can
you
endure
a
slaue
To
triumph
in
your
fortunes
;
and
heere
stand
In
soule
deiect
,
and
banisht
from
your
land
?
EARLE
.
Ile
tell
thee
Girle
.
The
French
King
,
and
my selfe
,
Vpon
some
termes
grew
in
a
strange
debate
,
And
taking
carefull
vantage
of
the
time
,
Whilst
I
with
all
my
powers
,
in
aide
of
William
The
Norman
Duke
,
now
English
Conquerour
,
Was
busily
emploi'd
;
hee
seiz'd
my
right
,
Planting
another
,
and
supplanting
mee
.
This
is
the
ground
of
my
extremitie
.
BEL.
If
for
King
Williams
sake
now
Conquerour
,
You
lost
your
birth-right
and
inheritance
:
How
comes
it
that
hee
sees
you
in
this
state
,
And
lifts
not
vp
your
fortunes
ruinate
?
EARLE
.
A
conquered
Kingdome
is
not
easily
kept
,
Hee
hath
so
much
adoe
to
guard
his
owne
,
That
mine
is
buried
in
obliuion
;
And
I
am
forc't
to
loose
the
name
of
Earle
,
And
liue
in
London
like
a
Citizen
.
My
foure
sons
are
bound
prentice
to
foure
Trades
.
Godfrey
my
eldest
boy
I
haue
made
a
Mercer
;
Guy
my
next
sonne
,
enrol'd
in
Gold-smithes
Trade
;
My
third
sonne
Charles
bound
to
an
Haberdasher
;
Yong
Eustace
is
a
Grocer
:
all
high
borne
,
Yet
of
the
Citty-trades
they
haue
no
scorne
.
Thus
bare
necessity
hath
made
me
seeke
Some
refuge
,
to
sustaine
our
pouerty
.
And
hauing
plac't
my
sonnes
in
such
a
sort
,
The
little
wealth
I
haue
left
,
I
leaue
to
thee
.
My selfe
will
trauaile
to
the
holy
Land
;
And
ere
I
lie
within
the
earths
vaste
wombe
,
Pay
my
deuoute
vowes
at
my
Sauiours
Tombe
.
BELL.
Was
that
the
cause
you
sent
for
my
foure
brothers
?
EVRLE.
Their
wished
sight
will
cheere
my
aged
heart
:
And
I
will
blesse
them
all
before
I
part
.
Enter
GODFREY
,
GVY
,
CHARLES
,
and
EVSTACE
,
like
Apprentices
.
GODF.
I
wonder
,
brothers
,
why
my
father
hath
sent
for
vs
thus
earely
:
that
,
all
businesse
set
apart
,
wee
must
meete
together
this
morning
.
GVY.
I
know
not
the
reason
.
I
had
much
ado
to
get
leaue
of
my
Maister
to
be
spared
from
my
attendance
in
the
Shop
,
and
seruing
of
Customers
.
CHA.
'Faith
as
soone
as
I
heard
but
the
messenger
say
,
my
father
must
speake
with
mee
:
I
left
my
Tanakrd
to
guard
the
Conduit
;
and
away
came
I
.
EVST.
I
beshrew
him
,
I
should
haue
bene
at
breake-fast
with
two
or
three
good
boyes
this
morning
:
but
that
match
is
disappointed
by
this
meeting
.
BELL.
See
where
my
brothers
are
already
come
.
EARLE
.
Godfrey
,
Guy
,
Charles
,
yong
Eustace
all
at
once
,
Diuide
a
fathers
blessing
in
foure
parts
,
And
share
my
prayers
amongst
you
equally
.
First
Godfrey
,
tell
mee
how
thou
lik'st
thy
Trade
?
And
knowing
in
thy
thoughts
what
thou
hast
ben
,
How
canst
thou
brooke
to
be
as
thou
art
now
?
GODF.
Bound
must
obey
:
Since
I
haue
vndertooke
To
serue
my
Maister
truely
for
seuen
yeares
,
My
duty
shall
both
answere
that
desire
,
And
my
old
Maisters
profite
euery
way
.
I
praise
that
Citty
which
made
Princes
Trades-men
:
Where
that
man
,
noble
or
ignoble
borne
,
That
would
not
practise
some
mechanicke
skill
.
Which
might
support
his
state
in
penury
,
Should
die
the
death
;
not
sufferd
like
a
drone
,
To
sucke
the
hony
from
the
publicke
Hiue
.
I
hold
it
no
disparage
to
my
birth
,
Though
I
be
borne
an
Earle
,
to
haue
the
skill
And
the
full
knowledge
of
the
Mercers
Trade
.
And
were
I
now
to
be
create
a
new
,
It
should
not
grieue
me
to
haue
spent
my
time
The
secrets
of
so
rich
a
Trade
to
know
,
By
which
aduantage
and
much
profites
grow
.
EAR.
Well
hast
thou
done
to
ouercome
thy
fate
,
Making
thy
minde
conformed
to
thy
state
.
How
likes
my
Guy
,
the
Gold-smithes
faculty
.
GVY.
As
a
good
refuge
in
extremity
.
Say
I
be
borne
a
Prince
,
and
be
cast
downe
By
some
sinister
chance
,
or
fortunes
frowne
:
Say
I
be
banisht
:
when
I
haue
a
Trade
,
And
in
my selfe
a
meanes
to
purchase
wealth
,
Though
my
state
waste
,
and
towring
honours
fall
,
That
still
stayes
with
mee
in
the
extream'st
of
all
.
EARLE
.
What
saies
my
third
sonne
Charles
?
CHAR.
If
I
should
say
I
would
not
brooke
those
bonds
,
Which
God
,
and
fate
,
and
you
,
haue
tied
me
in
;
You
would
be
preaching
disobedience
.
Or
should
I
say
the
Citty-trades
are
base
For
such
a
great
mans
sonnes
to
take
on
them
:
Your
fatherly
regard
would
straight
aduise
mee
To
chastise
my
rebellious
thoughts
;
and
say
,
Sonne
,
you
by
this
may
liue
another
day
.
Therefore
,
as
my
two
brothers
,
I
reply
;
You
aske
mee
if
I
like
it
;
I
say
I
.
EARLE
.
What
saies
my
yongest
boy
?
EVST.
Father
,
I
say
,
Hawking
is
a
pretty
sport
,
And
Hunting
is
a
Princely
exercise
;
To
ride
a
great
horse
,
oh
'tis
admirable
!
EARL
.
Eustace
I
know
it
is
:
but
to
my
question
.
How
canst
thou
brooke
to
be
a
Prentise
,
boy
?
EVST.
Mee thinkes
I
could
endure
it
for
seuen
yeares
,
Did
not
my
Maister
keepe
me
in
too
much
.
I
cannot
goe
to
breake-fast
in
a
morning
With
my
kinde
mates
and
fellow-Prentises
,
But
he
cries
Eustace
,
one
bid
Eustace
come
:
And
my
name
Eustace
is
in
euery
roome
.
If
I
might
once
a
weeke
but
see
a
Tilting
,
Sixe
daies
I
would
fall
vnto
my
businesse
close
,
And
ere
the
weekes
end
winne
that
idle
day
.
Hee
will
not
let
mee
see
a
mustering
,
Nor
in
a
May-day
morning
fetch
in
May
.
I
am
no
sooner
got
into
the
Fencing-schoole
,
To
play
a
venew
with
some
friend
I
bring
;
But
Eustace
,
Eustace
,
all
the
streete
must
ring
.
Hee
will
allow
me
not
one
howr
for
sport
.
I
must
not
strike
a
foote-ball
in
the
streete
,
But
hee
will
frowne
:
not
view
the
dancing-schoole
,
But
hee
will
misse
me
straight
:
not
suffer
mee
So
much
as
take
vp
cudgels
in
the
streete
,
But
hee
will
chide
:
I
must
not
go
to
buffets
;
No
,
though
I
bee
prouoked
;
that's
the
hell
,
Were't
not
for
this
,
I
could
endure
it
well
.
EARLE
.
Sonnes
,
yee
must
all
forget
your
birth
and
honors
,
And
looke
into
the
times
necessity
.
I
know
yee
are
perswaded
:
Thinke
not
,
sonnes
,
the
names
of
Prentice
can
disparage
you
.
For
howsoeuer
of
you
esteem'd
they
bee
,
Euen
Kings
themselues
haue
of
these
Trades
beene
free
.
I
made
a
vow
to
see
the
holy
Land
,
And
in
the
same
my
Sauiours
Sepulchre
.
Hauing
so
well
dispos'd
you
;
I
will
now
First
blesse
you
Boyes
,
and
then
preferre
my
vow
.
GODF.
With
much
ado
,
do
I
containe
my
spirit
.
Within
these
bandes
,
that
haue
inclos'd
me
round
.
Though
now
this
case
the
noble
Sunne
doth
shroud
;
Time
shall
behold
that
Sunne
breake
through
this
clowd
.
GVY.
My
Genius
bids
my
soule
haue
patience
,
And
sayes
I
shall
not
be
a
Prentise
long
.
I
scorne
it
not
:
but
yet
my
spirits
aime
,
To
haue
this
hand
catch
at
the
Crowne
of
Fame
.
CHAR.
An
Haberdasher
is
the
Trade
Ivse
:
But
the
soft
wool
feeles
in
my
hand
like
steele
:
And
I
could
wish
each
hat
comes
through
my
hand
Were
turn'd
into
an
Helmet
,
and
each
Helmet
Vpon
a
Souldiers
head
,
for
me
to
lead
.
Warre
is
the
walke
which
I
desire
to
tread
.
EVST.
I
am
a
Grocer
:
Yet
had
rather
see
A
faire
guilt
sword
hung
in
a
veluet
sheath
,
Then
the
best
Barbary
sugar
in
the
world
;
Were
it
a
freight
of
price
inestimable
.
I
haue
a
kinde
of
prompting
in
my
braine
,
That
sayes
;
Though
I
be
bound
to
a
sweete
Trade
,
I
must
forgoe
it
,
I
keepe
too
much
in
.
I
would
fast
from
meate
and
drinke
a
Summers
day
,
To
see
swords
clash
,
or
view
a
desperate
fray
.
EARLE
.
Bridle
these
humours
sonnes
,
expell
them
cleane
,
And
your
high
Spirits
within
your
breasts
containe
:
Whilst
I
my
tedious
Pilgrimage
prepare
,
To
spend
my
age
in
pouerty
and
prayer
.
My
first-borne
,
first
fare-well
;
my
second
next
:
Charles
,
Eustace
,
Daughter
:
Heere
my
blessings
say
,
Your
wishes
beare
mee
on
my
sacred
way
.
Exit
.
GODF.
Euen
to
the
place
you
trauaile
,
there
to
ascend
With
those
deuoute
prayers
you
to
heauen
commend
.
Brothers
,
since
wee
are
now
as
strangers
here
,
Yet
by
our
fathers
prouident
care
so
plac'd
,
That
wee
may
liue
secure
from
penury
:
So
let
vs
please
our
Maisters
by
our
care
,
That
we
our
ruin'd
fortunes
may
repaire
.
GVY.
Brother
,
if
I
knew
where
to
go
to
warre
,
I
would
not
stay
in
London
one
houre
longer
.
CHAR.
An
houre
!
By
heauen
I
would
not
stay
a
minute
.
EVST.
A
minute
!
not
a
moment
.
Would
you
put
a
moment
Into
a
thousand
parts
,
that
thousandth
part
Would
not
I
linger
,
might
I
goe
to
warre
.
Why
,
I
would
presently
runne
from
my
Maister
,
Did
I
but
heare
where
were
a
drumme
to
follow
.
BELL.
Would
you
so
brother
?
EVST.
I
good
faith
,
sweete
Sister
,
I
would
shew
him
as
fine
a
paire
of
heeles
,
as
light
and
nimble
,
as
any
the
neatest
corke
shoe
in
all
the
Towne
turnes
vp
:
I
would
i'faith
.
BELL.
And
leaue
me
here
alone
?
GVY.
Alone
?
why
sister
,
Can
you
be
left
alone
'mongst
multitudes
?
London
is
full
of
people
euery where
.
GODF.
Well
,
leaue
this
iesting
:
wee
forget
our selues
.
Sister
,
weele
haue
you
to
our
fathers
house
,
T'enioy
the
small
possessions
left
you
there
:
Returne
we
to
our
Maisters
and
our
charge
,
Left
seeking
this
our
loytering
to
excuse
,
With
forg'd
inuentions
wee
their
eares
abuse
.
Sound
a
Drumme
within
softly
.
I
heare
a
drumme
.
I
haue
as
much
power
to
sit
,
Sort
out
my
wares
,
and
scrible
on
a
Shop-board
,
When
I
but
heare
the
musicke
of
a
drumme
,
As
to
abstaine
from
meate
when
I
am
hungry
.
I'le
know
what
newes
before
I
stirre
a
foote
.
CHAR.
By
heauen
I
am
enamoured
of
this
tune
,
'Tis
the
best
Musicke
in
the
world
to
mee
.
EVST.
My
legs
are
marching
streight
when
I
but
heare
it
.
Ran
,
tan
,
tan
:
Oh
I
could
lead
a
drumme
With
a
good
grace
,
if
I
but
saw
behind
mee
An
hundred
souldiers
follow
in
euen
rankes
.
Had
I
but
here
a
band
of
men
to
lead
,
Methinkes
I
could
do
wonders
:
Oh
'tis
braue
To
be
a
Captaine
,
and
command
to
haue
.
Enter
after
a
Drumme
,
a
Captaine
with
a
Proclamation
.
CAP.
All
Commanders
,
Captaines
,
Liefetenants
,
Gentlemen
of
Compaines
,
Sergeants
,
Corporals
,
or
common
Souldiers
whatsoeuer
,
that
will
accompany
to
the
holy
warres
at
Hierusalem
,
Robert
Duke
of
Normandy
the
Kings
sonne
:
they
shall
haue
pay
and
place
,
according
to
their
deserts
.
And
so
God
saue
King
William
Surnamed
the
Conquerour
.
Exit
Drumme
and
Captaine
.
EVST.
Ran
,
tan
,
tan
.
Now
by
S.
George
,
he
tels
gallant
newes
:
Ile
home
no
more
;
I'le
'
runne
away
to night
.
GVY.
If
I
cast
Bole
,
or
Spoone
,
or
Salt
againe
,
Before
I
haue
beheld
Hierusalem
,
Let
mee
turne
Pagan
.
CHAR.
Hats
and
Caps
adeiw
:
For
I
must
leaue
you
,
if
the
Drumme
say
true
.
GODF.
Nay
then
haue
with
you
brothers
;
for
my
spirit
With
as
much
vigour
hath
burst
forth
as
thine
,
And
can
as
hardly
be
restrain'd
as
yours
.
Giue
me
your
hands
I
will
consort
you
too
:
Let's
try
what
London
Prentises
can
doe
.
EVST.
For
my
Trades
sake
,
if
good
successe
I
haue
,
The
Grocers
Armes
shall
in
mine
Ensigne
waue
.
GVY.
And
if
my
valour
bring
mee
to
command
,
The
Gold-smithes
Armes
shall
in
my
colours
stand
.
GODF.
So
of
vs
all
:
then
let
vs
in
one
ship
Lanch
all
together
:
and
as
wee
are
brothers
,
So
let
vs
enter
zealous
amity
,
And
still
preuaile
by
our
vnited
strength
.
I
know
our
hearts
are
one
;
sister
Fare-well
.
Trust
mee
in
vaine
you
should
perswade
our
stay
:
For
wee
are
bent
,
consort
vs
with
your
prayers
.
ALL
.
Farewell
.
BELL.
Farewell
.
GODF.
God!
GVY.
Heauen
.
CHAR.
Fate
.
EVST.
Fortune
.
GODF.
Make
vs
happy
men
,
To
win
.
GVY.
Weare
.
CHAR.
Vanquish
.
EVST.
Ouercome
.
Exeunt
.
BEL.
Amen
.
Haue
you
all
left
mee
midst
a
world
of
strangers
,
Here
onely
to
my selfe
:
not
to
protect
me
,
Or
to
defend
me
from
apparant
wrong
?
Since
it
is
so
,
I'le
follow
after
you
:
In
some
disguise
I
will
pursue
their
steps
,
And
vnto
God
and
fortune
yeeld
my selfe
.
Toward
sea
they
are
gone
,
and
vnto
sea
must
I
,
A
Virgines
vnexpected
fate
to
try
.
Exit
.
Enter
marching
ROBERT
of
Normandy
,
the
Captaine
,
the
foure
brethren
,
Drumme
,
and
Souldiers
.
Enter
the
PRESENTER
.
PRE.
Thus
haue
you
seene
these
brothers
shipt
to
Sea
,
Bound
on
their
voiage
to
the
holy
Land
,
All
bent
to
try
their
fortunes
in
one
Barke
.
Now
to
auoide
all
dilatory
newes
,
Which
might
with-hold
you
from
the
Stories
pith
,
And
substance
of
the
matter
wee
entend
:
I
must
entreat
your
patience
to
forbeare
,
Whilst
we
do
feast
your
eye
,
and
starue
your
eare
.
For
in
dumbe
shews
,
which
were
they
writ
at
large
,
Would
aske
a
long
and
tedious
circumstance
:
Their
infant
fortunes
I
will
soone
expresse
,
And
from
the
truth
in
no
one
point
digresse
.
Yee
haue
seene
the
father
of
these
foure
faire
sons
,
Already
gone
his
weary
pilgrimage
:
Godfrey
,
Guy
,
Charles
,
and
Eustace
,
prest
to
sea
To
follow
Robert
Duke
of
Normandy
.
Imagine
now
yee
see
the
aire
made
thicke
With
stormy
tempests
,
that
disturbe
the
sea
:
And
the
foure
windes
at
warre
among
themselues
:
And
the
weake
barkes
wherein
the
brothers
saile
,
Split
on
strange
rockes
,
and
they
enforc't
to
swim
:
To
saue
their
desperate
liues
:
where
what
befell
thē
Disperst
to
seuerall
corners
of
the
world
,
We
will
make
bold
to
explane
it
in
dumbe
Show
:
For
from
their
fortunes
all
our
Scene
must
grow
,
Enter
with
a
Drumme
on
one
side
certaine
Spaniards
;
on
the
other
side
certaine
Citizens
of
Bullen
:
the
Spaniards
insult
vpon
them
,
and
make
them
do
them
homage
;
to
the
Cittizens
enter
GODFREY
,
as
newly
landed
and
halfe
naked
,
conferres
with
the
Cittizens
,
and
by
his
instigation
they
set
vpon
the
Spaniards
,
and
beate
them
away
,
they
come
to
honour
him
,
and
he
discloseth
himselfe
vnto
them
;
which
done
,
they
Crowne
him
,
and
accept
him
for
their
Prince
:
and
so
Exeunt
.
Those
Cittizens
you
see
were
Bullonoyes
,
Kept
vnder
bondage
of
that
tyrannous
Earle
,
To
whom
the
French
King
gaue
that
ancient
seate
,
Which
to
the
wronged
Pilgrim
did
belong
.
But
in
the
height
of
his
ambition
,
Godfrey
,
by
Shipwracke
throwne
vpon
that
Coast
,
Stirres
vp
th'oppressed
Citty
to
reuoult
:
And
by
his
valour
was
th'
usurper
slaine
;
The
Citty
from
base
bondage
free'd
againe
.
The
men
of
Bulloigne
,
wondring
what
strong
hand
Had
beene
the
meanes
of
their
deliuerance
,
Besought
him
to
make
knowne
his
birth
and
state
:
Which
Godfrey
did
.
The
people
,
glad
to
see
Their
naturall
Prince
procure
their
liberty
,
Homage
to
him
,
create
him
Earle
of
Bulloigne
;
And
repossesse
him
in
his
fathers
seate
.
Where
we
will
leaue
him
hauing
honour
wonne
;
And
now
returne
vnto
the
second
sonne
.
Enter
the
King
of
France
,
and
his
daughter
walking
:
to
them
GVY
:
all
wet
.
The
Lady
entreateth
her
father
for
his
entertainement
:
which
is
granted
;
and
rich
cloathes
are
put
about
him
:
&
sic
Exeunt
.
As
the
French
King
did
with
his
daughter
walke
By
the
Sea-side
:
from
farre
they
might
espy
One
on
a
rafter
floate
vpon
the
waues
,
VVho
as
he
drew
more
neere
vnto
the
shore
,
They
might
discerne
a
man
,
though
basely
clad
,
Yet
sparkes
of
honour
kindled
in
his
eyes
.
Him
at
first
sight
the
beauteous
Lady
loues
;
And
prayes
her
father
to
receiue
him
home
:
To
which
the
King
accords
;
and
in
his
Court
Makes
him
a
great
and
speciall
Officer
.
There
leaue
we
Guy
a
gallant
Courtier
prou'd
,
And
of
the
beauteous
Lady
well
belou'd
.
Enter
Bandetto's
,
with
the
Earle
prisoner
:
Exeunt
some
of
them
with
him
to
prison
:
Enter
CHARLES
all
wet
with
his
sword
;
fights
with
the
rest
,
and
kils
their
Captaine
:
They
yeeld
and
offer
to
make
him
their
Captaine
,
to
which
hee
agrees
:
&
sic
exeunt
omnes
.
Charles
the
third
sonne
,
is
by
the
winds
and
waues
Borne
on
a
Planke
as
farre
as
Italy
,
And
lands
iust
at
a
lofty
Mountaines
foote
:
Vpon
whose
top
a
many
out-law'd
Theeues
,
Bandetti
,
Brauoes
,
such
as
keepe
in
Caues
,
Made
their
aboad
.
This
crue
assailes
yong
Charles
:
VVho
in
the
bickering
strikes
their
Captaine
dead
.
They
wondring
at
his
valour
,
and
being
now
VVithout
a
Leader
,
humbly
seeke
to
him
To
be
their
Chieftaine
,
and
command
their
strength
:
Which
at
their
earnest
suite
hee
vndertakes
.
Wee
leaue
him
there
,
thinking
his
brothers
drown'd
,
Nor
knowing
yet
his
father
there
lies
bound
.
Enter
a
Coarse
after
it
Irishmen
mourning
,
in
a
dead
March
:
to
them
enters
EVSTACE
,
and
talkes
with
the
chiefe
mourner
,
who
makes
signes
of
consent
,
after
buriall
of
the
Coarse
,
and
so
Exeunt
.
Eustace
,
the
yongest
of
the
foure
,
was
cast
Vpon
the
coast
of
Ireland
;
and
from
thence
Hee
comes
to
trauaile
to
Hierusalem
;
Supposing
his
three
brethren
drown'd
by
sea
.
Thus
haue
you
seene
these
foure
,
that
were
but
now
All
in
one
Fleete
,
a
many
thousand
leagues
Seuer'd
from
one
another
:
Guy
in
France
,
Godfrey
in
Bulloigne
,
Charles
in
Italy
,
Eustace
in
Ireland
'mongst
the
Irish
kernes
.
Yet
Gentlemen
,
the
selfe
same
winde
and
fortune
That
parted
them
,
may
bring
them
altogether
.
Their
sister
followes
them
with
zealous
feete
:
Be
patient
,
yee
will
wonder
when
they
meete
.
Foure
London
Prentises
will
ere
they
die
,
Aduance
their
towring
fame
aboue
the
skie
;
And
winne
such
glorious
praise
as
neuer
fades
,
Vnto
themselues
and
honour
of
their
Trades
.
Grant
them
your
wonted
patience
to
proceed
,
And
their
keene
swords
shall
make
the
Pagans
bleed
.
Exit
.
Enter
GVY
,
and
the
Lady
of
France
.
LADIE
.
Fye
stranger
,
can
a
skinne
so
white
and
soft
Couer
an
heart
obdurate
,
hard
as
flint
?
Since
I
first
saw
thee
floating
on
the
waues
,
The
fire
of
loue
flew
from
your
radiant
eye
,
Which
like
a
Sunne-beame
pierc'd
vnto
my
heart
.
GVY.
Sweet
Lady
,
all
my
powers
I
owe
to
you
:
For
by
your
fauour
I
ascend
this
heigth
,
Which
seates
mee
in
the
fauour
of
a
Prince
.
A
Prince
,
that
did
he
know
me
,
in
the
stead
priuate
to
himselfe
.
Of
doing
me
honour
would
cut
off
my
head
.
Hee
did
exile
my
father
;
cast
mee
downe
;
And
spurd
with
enuious
hate
,
distrest
vs
all
.
Since
fortune
then
,
and
the
deuouring
Seas
,
Haue
rob'd
me
of
my
brothers
,
and
none
left
Of
all
my
fathers
sonnes
aliue
but
I
:
Take
this
aduantage
,
and
be
secret
,
Guy
.
Meete
this
occasion
;
and
conclude
with
fate
,
To
raise
againe
thy
fathers
ruin'd
state
.
LAD.
Fie
niggard
,
can
you
spend
such
pretious
breath
,
Speake
to
your selfe
so
many
words
apart
;
And
keepe
their
sound
from
my
attentiue
eare
,
Which
saue
your
words
no
musicke
loues
to
heare
?
GVY.
What
would
you
haue
mee
say
?
LADIE
.
Would
I
might
teach
thee
!
Oh
that
I
had
the
guidance
of
thy
tongue
!
priuate
.
But
what
would
that
auaile
thee
foolish
Girle
?
Small
hope
in
those
instructions
I
should
finde
,
To
rule
your
tongue
,
if
not
to
guide
your
minde
.
GV.
My
tongue
,
my
thoughts
,
my
heart
,
my
hand
,
my
sword
,
Are
all
your
seruants
,
Who
hath
done
you
wrong
?
LADIE
.
I
doubt
not
of
your
valour
.
But
resolue
mee
And
tell
me
one
thing
truely
I
shall
aske
you
.
GVY.
Bee't
not
my
birth
,
no
question
I'le
denie
.
Doubt
not
my
truth
for
honour
scornes
to
lie
.
LADIE
.
I
do
beleeue
you
:
Faire
Knight
do
you
loue
?
GVY.
To
ride
a
horse
as
well
as
any
man
;
To
make
him
mount
,
curuet
,
to
leape
,
and
spring
;
To
chide
the
bit
,
to
gallop
,
trot
the
ring
.
LADIE
.
I
did
not
aske
you
if
you
loue
to
ride
.
Some
thing
I
meane
;
which
though
my
tongue
deny
,
Looke
on
me
,
you
may
reade
it
in
mine
eye
.
But
do
you
loue
?
GV.
To
march
,
to
plant
a
battell
,
lead
an
Hoast
,
To
be
a
Souldier
and
to
goe
to
warre
,
To
talke
of
Flankes
,
of
Wings
,
of
skonces
,
Holds
,
To
see
a
sally
,
or
to
giue
a
Charge
,
To
leade
a
Vaward
,
Rereward
,
or
maine
Hoast
;
By
heauen
I
loue
it
as
mine
owne
deere
life
.
LADIE
.
I
know
all
this
;
your
words
are
but
delaies
.
Could
you
not
loue
a
Ladie
that
loues
you
?
'Tis
hard
when
women
are
enforc'd
to
wooe
.
Priuate
.
GV.
Where
is
my
man
to
bring
me
certaine
newes
,
The
Kings
Commission
sends
me
to
the
warres
:
The
villaine
loyters
in
my
businesse
.
LADIE
.
All
this
is
from
the
matter
gentle
Knight
:
The
Kings
Commission
may
be
sign'd
at
leasure
.
What
say
you
to
my
question
?
GV.
You
would
haue
me
tell
you
true
.
LADIE
.
Either
speake
true
,
or
do
not
speake
at
all
.
GV.
Then
as
I
am
true
Knight
I
honour
you
,
And
to
your
seruice
will
espouse
my
sword
.
I
wish
you
as
I
wish
the
glorious
Sunne
,
That
it
may
euer
shine
;
without
whose
lustre
Perpetuall
darkenesse
should
o'reshade
the
earth
.
But
tell
me
Lady
,
what
you
meane
by
loue
.
LADIE
.
To
loue
a
Lady
,
is
with
heart
entire
To
make
her
Mistresse
of
his
whole
desire
:
To
sigh
for
her
,
and
for
her
loue
to
weepe
;
As
his
owne
heart
her
precious
fauours
keepe
:
Neuer
be
from
her
,
in
her
bosome
dwell
;
To
make
her
presence
heauen
,
her
absence
hell
.
Write
Sonnets
in
her
praise
,
admire
her
beauty
:
Attend
her
,
serue
her
,
count
his
seruice
duty
.
Make
her
the
sole
commandresse
of
his
powers
,
And
in
the
search
of
loue
,
loose
all
his
howers
.
GV.
'Tis
pretty
for
some
foole
that
could
endure
it
:
How
neere
am
I
vnto
this
loue
,
sweete
Lady
?
I
loue
to
mount
a
Steed
,
whose
heauy
trot
Cracks
all
my
sinewes
,
makes
my
Armour
crash
:
I
loue
to
march
vp
to
the
necke
in
snow
.
To
make
my
pillow
of
a
cake
of
Ice
,
That
in
the
morning
,
when
I
stretch
my
limbes
,
My
haire
hangs
thicke
with
dropping
Isicles
,
And
my
bright
Armes
be
frozen
to
the
earth
.
I
loue
to
see
my
face
besmear'd
in
bloud
:
To
haue
a
gaping
wound
vpon
my
flesh
,
Whose
very
mouth
would
make
a
Lady
sound
.
I
loue
no
chamber-musicke
;
but
a
Drumme
,
To
giue
mee
hunts-vp
.
Could
your
Grace
endure
To
lie
all
night
within
a
sheete
of
Maile
,
By
a
drawne
sword
that
parts
not
from
my
side
,
Embrace
a
body
full
of
wounds
and
skarres
,
And
heare
no
language
but
of
bloud
and
warres
?
Such
is
my
life
;
such
may
my
honour
proue
:
Make
warre
a
Lady
,
I
that
Lady
loue
.
LAD.
Fy
,
fy
,
you
run
quite
from
the
by
as
eleane
,
To
loue
that
deerely
,
which
wee
hate
so
deadly
.
If
loue
and
I
be
one
,
you
hate
vs
both
.
GVY.
Then
can
I
loue
no
Lady
by
my
troth
.
Madame
fare-well
;
for
vnder
my
command
The
King
your
father
sends
ten
thousand
men
,
To
winne
the
holy
Towne
Hierusalem
.
Thither
must
I
;
esteeming
your
high
honour
Like
a
bright
Comet
and
vnmatched
Starre
;
But
loue
no
woman
in
the
world
,
saue
warre
.
Exit
.
LADIE
.
Go
flint
;
strike
fire
vpon
thy
enemies
steele
,
Whilst
I
descend
one
step
from
fortunes
wheele
.
Thou
goest
before
,
loue
bids
mee
follow
after
:
By
thee
,
the
King
thy
Lord
must
loose
his
daughter
.
Exit
.
Enter
CHARLES
like
an
Out-law
,
with
Bandetto's
and
Theeues
,
and
with
the
Clowne
.
CHA.
Theeus
,
and
good
fellowes
,
speak
what
should
I
call
you
?
There's
not
a
rogue
among
you
that
feares
God
,
Nor
one
that
hath
a
touch
of
honesty
.
Robbers
,
and
knaues
,
and
rascals
all
together
,
Sweete
consort
of
vild
villaines
list
to
me
.
Am
not
I
well
prefer'd
to
become
Captaine
Vnto
a
crew
of
such
pernicious
slaues
?
I
shall
haue
such
a
coyle
to
make
you
Christians
,
And
bring
you
to
some
shape
of
honesty
,
That
ere
I
do
it
,
I
shall
make
your
bodies
Nothing
but
scarre-crowes
,
to
hang
round
these
Trees
.
CLOVVNE
.
Braue
Captaine
couragious
whom
death
cannot
daunt
;
wee
haue
bene
all
Gentlemen
and
House-holders
;
But
I
was
banisht
for
nothing
but
getting
of
Bastards
;
but
this
fellow
fled
from
Venice
,
for
killing
a
man
cowardly
on
the
Rialto
;
some
for
one
villany
,
and
some
for
another
.
Our
Captaine
that
you
killed
,
and
now
supply
his
place
,
poisoned
a
worthy
Marchant
in
the
Citty
with
rates-bane
;
and
flying
hither
,
for
his
valour
we
made
him
our
Generall
.
But
now
braue
Cauallero
,
to
thee
alone
wee
sing
Honononero
.
CHAR.
Well
,
I
must
haue
you
now
turne
honest
Theeues
.
Hee
that
commits
a
rape
,
shall
sure
be
hang'd
:
He
that
commits
a
murder
,
shall
be
murdered
With
the
same
weapon
that
did
act
the
deed
.
Hee
that
robbes
pilgrimes
,
or
poore
Trauellours
,
That
for
deuotions
sake
do
passe
these
Mountaines
,
Hee
shall
bee
naked
tyed
to
armes
of
Trees
,
And
in
the
daies
heate
stung
with
Waspes
and
Bees
.
Yee
slaues
,
I'le
teach
you
some
ciuility
.
CLOVVNE
.
Captaine
,
what
shall
he
be
done
withall
,
that
lies
with
a
wench
with
her
will
,
if
hee
bee
hung
that
lies
with
one
against
her
well
.
CHAR.
I'le
haue
him
whipt
.
CLOVV.
See
,
see
,
I
thinke
the
Captaine
hath
beene
a
Cooke
in
his
time
,
he
can
fit
sweete
meate
with
sowre
sauce
.
But
what
a
foole
is
our
Captaine
,
to
prescribe
Lawes
to
Out-lawes
?
If
we
would
haue
kept
the
Lawes
before
in
the
Citty
,
wee
needed
not
to
haue
bene
driuen
now
to
leade
our
liues
in
the
Country
.
But
Captaine
,
since
you
are
our
Captaine
,
we
will
resigne
vnto
you
all
our
treasures
and
prisoners
,
and
our
spoiles
.
Take
possession
of
them
in
Gods
name
,
that
came
to
vs
in
the
deuils
name
.
CHAR.
Your
prisoners
,
spoiles
,
and
treasure
all
bring
forth
,
That
I
may
seize
them
as
mine
owne
by
right
;
As
heire
to
him
whom
I
haue
slaine
in
fight
.
Enter
the
Theeues
bringing
in
the
old
Earle
bound
.
EARLE
.
Villaines
I
know
you
drag
me
to
my
death
:
And
yee
shall
do
me
an
exceeding
grace
.
CHAR.
I
am
deceiu'd
but
I
haue
seene
that
face
.
VILL.
Come
,
come
you
old
gray-beard
,
you
must
before
our
Captaine
:
if
he
say
Viue
then
liue
;
if
not
,
thou
diest
if
thou
were
his
father
.
CHAR.
Villaine
,
thou
liest
if
thou
wert
my
brother
:
He
shall
not
die
.
Vpon
your
low
knees
fall
,
And
aske
him
pardon
,
or
I'le
hang
you
all
.
EARLE
.
Tweene
ioy
and
feare
amaz'd
in
heart
I
stand
:
Doth
my
sonne
Charles
lead
this
vnruly
band
.
CHAR.
Your
onely
sonne
,
and
all
the
sonnes
you
haue
,
And
borne
his
fathers
desperate
life
to
saue
.
EARLE
.
How
camst
thou
heere
?
why
do'st
thou
call
thy selfe
My
onely
sonne
?
hauing
three
brothers
more
,
Which
vnto
me
thy
beauteous
mother
bore
.
CHAR.
Once
we
were
foure
,
all
fellow-prentices
;
And
after
fellow-souldiers
,
prest
to
serue
The
good
Duke
Robert
in
his
holy
warres
.
But
in
a
storme
,
our
ships
so
brauely
man'd
,
Were
wrackt
;
and
saue
my selfe
none
swamme
to
land
.
They
perisht
there
:
I
by
the
waues
and
winds
Was
driuen
vpon
this
Coast
of
Italy
,
VVhere
landing
naked
,
saue
my
trusty
sword
,
This
crue
of
bold
Bandetto's
set
vpon
me
:
But
in
the
dangerous
fight
,
by
chance
I
slue
The
lucklesse
Captaine
of
this
damned
crue
:
VVho
since
haue
made
me
Captaine
,
here
to
stay
,
Till
fortune
grant
me
a
more
prosperous
way
.
EARLE
.
Mine
eies
haue
vow'd
to
die
the
selfe
same
death
My
sonnes
haue
done
:
sonne
let
me
weepe
a
while
,
To
bring
the
like
destruction
to
my
eyne
;
These
in
salt
teares
;
they
in
a
sea
of
brine
.
CLOVVNE
.
Is
this
our
Captaines
father
?
what
villaines
were
we
to
vse
him
so
roughly
?
VILL.
If
the
old
fornicator
had
but
told
vs
so
much
,
wee
should
haue
had
the
grace
,
either
to
haue
set
him
see
,
or
fortune
to
haue
vsde
him
more
gently
.
CHAR.
Since
father
we
haue
met
this
happy
day
,
Secure
with
me
amongst
these
Out-lawes
stay
.
EARLE
.
Not
for
the
world
;
since
I
haue
lost
my
sonnes
,
All
outward
ioyes
are
from
my
heart
remou'd
:
Vaine
pleasures
I
abhorre
,
all
things
defie
,
That
teach
not
to
despaire
,
or
how
to
die
,
Yet
ere
I
leaue
the
world
I
vow
to
see
,
His
holy
blessed
Tombe
that
died
for
mee
.
CHA.
Then
take
along
with
you
this
bag
of
gold
To
beare
your
charge
in
euery
Inne
you
come
:
Deny
it
not
,
reliefe
is
comfortable
.
EARLE
.
Thankes
my
deere
sonne
,
expence
it
will
defray
,
And
serue
to
deale
to
poore
men
by
the
way
.
And
now
fare-well
sweete
Charles
,
thou
all
my
sonnes
,
For
now
the
last
sand
in
my
howre-glasse
runnes
.
CHAR.
Yee
two
conduct
him
safe
beyond
the
mountaines
.
VILL.
Shall
I
be
one
?
CLOVV.
And
I
another
?
CHAR.
Yee
know
the
passages
,
be
it
your
charge
.
VILL.
I
am
glad
the
silly
man
is
weake
and
old
:
By
heauen
my
fingers
tickle
at
his
gold
.
CLOVV.
Old
man
is
your
purse
afloate
?
I
haue
vow'd
to
cut
his
throate
,
but
to
haue
it
euery
groate
.
Exeunt
.
CHAR.
And
now
returne
we
to
suruey
our
Caue
,
Peruse
our
treasure
got
by
rape
and
spoyle
,
Though
wonne
by
others
,
yet
possest
by
vs
:
Yet
henceforth
shall
be
vsde
no
violence
.
I'le
make
these
villaines
worke
in
seuerall
Trades
,
And
in
these
Forrests
make
a
Common-wealth
.
When
them
to
ciuill
nurture
I
can
bring
,
They
shall
proclaime
me
of
these
Mountaines
King
.
Exeunt
.
Enter
EVSTACE
and
his
Irishman
.
EVST.
I
thinke
these
vpright
craggy
mountaine
tops
,
Are
(
if
the
truth
were
knowne
)
high
way
to
heauen
:
For
it
is
streight
,
and
narrow
,
and
some
places
Are
for
the
steepinesse
,
inaccessible
.
Faire
fall
a
rafter
,
and
a
gale
of
winde
,
Or
I
had
gone
to
heauen
away
by
water
Neerer
then
this
by
land
;
that
way
they
found
,
Who
in
the
salt
remorcelesse
seas
were
drown'd
,
My
brothers
,
whom
I
dreame
on
when
I
sleepe
;
And
my
eyes
waking
at
their
fortunes
weepe
.
Forgetting
them
;
the
friendly
Irish
Coast
Gaue
me
safe
harbor
;
thence
I
haue
trauail'd
hither
Euen
to
these
lofty
hils
of
Italy
,
After
Prince
Robert
Duke
of
Normandy
.
'Tis
safer
sitting
in
my
Maisters
Shop
,
Crying
what
lacke
you
,
then
'tis
heere
to
stay
,
To
Wolues
and
wilde
beasts
to
be
made
a
prey
.
IRISH.
Maister
,
so
Christ
saue
me
,
I
shall
waite
on
thee
;
Wake
for
thee
when
thou
sleepest
,
runne
for
thee
when
thou
biddest
,
and
flye
a
thy
errands
,
like
a
narrow
from
a
bow
,
when
thou
wantest
wine
,
or
meate
,
to
drinke
or
eate
,
or
any
other
necessary
prouision
.
Now
I
haue
left
my
best
friend
in
the
graue
,
My
friendship
and
my
seruice
you
shall
haue
.
EVST.
Well
,
fortune
hath
preseru'd
me
to
some
end
.
It
is
for
some
thing
,
that
I
did
not
sinke
,
When
the
salt
waues
my
mouth
and
eares
did
drinke
.
I
might
haue
fed
the
Haddockes
;
but
some
power
,
Is
my
good
Maister
,
and
preserues
me
still
.
Well
,
sword
in
all
my
troubles
stand
me
by
,
Thou
art
bound
to
winne
me
somewhat
ere
I
die
.
Enter
the
Clowne
and
the
Villaine
,
Dragging
the
old
Earle
violently
,
and
rifling
him
.
CLO.
Giue
vs
the
gold
my
Captaine
you
,
you
old
Anatomy
.
VILL.
Gray-beard
deliuer
,
or
you
are
but
dead
.
EARLE
.
Take
it
my
friends
;
full
little
needs
this
strife
.
First
take
the
gold
,
and
after
take
my
life
.
CLOVV.
Nay
you
old
Iack
a
lent
,
sixe
weekes
and
vpwards
:
though
you
be
our
Captaines
father
,
you
cannot
stay
there
,
and
for
surety
that
you
shall
not
go
back
,
and
tell
him
what
we
haue
done
to
you
,
wee'le
kill
you
,
and
fling
you
into
some
Cole-pit
.
VILL.
Content
,
and
when
wee
haue
done
,
wee
will
returne
him
word
we
haue
conducted
thee
past
all
danger
of
the
Mountaines
:
And
now
prepare
thee
for
the
fatall
stroke
.
EARLE
.
Thou
dost
mee
a
great
kindnesse
,
let
it
come
;
God
take
my
soule
,
now
when
thou
wilt
strike
home
.
EVST.
He
strikes
his
owne
soule
downe
to
Erebus
,
That
lifts
a
sword
that
shall
but
touch
his
haire
.
IRISH.
And
by
S.
Patrick
I'le
make
him
Garter
his
hose
with
his
guts
,
that
strikes
any
stroke
here
.
CLOVV.
Whom
haue
wee
here
?
a
Gentleman
and
his
water-spaniell
?
Let's
robs
them
too
,
and
after
kill
thee
.
VILL.
Content
,
content
.
Sirra
stand
.
EVST.
Yes
I
will
stand
,
base
wretch
,
when
thou
shalt
fall
;
And
strike
thee
dead
,
and
trampling
on
thy
bulke
By
stamping
with
my
foote
crush
out
thy
soule
.
Take
that
you
slaue
,
for
bidding
Eustace
stand
.
Hee
beates
them
both
away
.
Now
father
go
in
peace
.
EAR.
Thankes
my
faire
sonne
,
By
whose
stout
valour
I
haue
freedome
wonne
.
I
can
bestow
vpon
you
nought
but
thankes
,
Vnlesse
you
will
diuide
this
gold
with
me
.
EVST.
No
,
father
,
keepe
it
;
thou
art
old
and
poore
:
But
when
I
want
,
my
sword
shall
purchase
more
.
apart
to
himselfe
.
EAR.
By
vewing
him
my
former
griefes
abound
,
Euen
such
a
one
was
Eustace
that
was
drown'd
:
Which
had
hee
liu'd
,
his
stature
,
yeares
,
and
all
,
Would
haue
resembled
his
,
so
streight
,
so
tall
,
So
faire
,
so
strong
,
of
such
a
worthy
spirit
.
But
his
blest
soule
,
by
this
,
doth
heauen
inherit
.
Griefe
for
his
death
so
neere
my
heart
doth
dwell
,
That
for
my
life
I
cannot
say
fare-well
.
Exit
.
EVST.
The
Captaines
father
,
whom
the
slaues
had
kil'd
Had
not
our
comming
interuented
them
,
Resembles
mine
in
gesture
,
face
,
and
looke
.
But
the
old
Earle
my
father
is
by
this
Within
the
wals
of
faire
Ierusalem
.
Else
had
I
had
surely
tooke
this
aged
man
T'haue
askt
him
blessing
.
But
what
next
cusues
?
I
find
these
Mountaines
will
be
full
of
newes
.
Enter
Charles
,
Clowne
,
Villaine
,
and
the
Crew
.
CLOVV.
Captaine
,
a
prize
!
we
two
were
assailed
by
two
hundred
,
and
of
them
two
hundred
.
we
kil'd
all
but
these
two
.
These
are
the
remainder
of
them
that
are
left
aliue
.
CHAR.
Go
two
or
three
of
you
,
and
fetch
them
in
:
If
they
resist
you
,
take
their
weapons
from
them
.
CLO.
I
had
rather
some body
else
should
attempt
them
then
I
now
:
But
since
their
is
no
other
remedy
,
Giue
me
three
or
foure
of
the
stourest
of
our
crew
,
and
then
GOD
and
S.
Anthony
.
EVST.
More
Theeues
and
villaines
haue
begirt
vs
round
.
Now
Eustace
,
for
the
honour
of
thy
name
,
Returne
them
to
their
Captaine
backe
with
shame
.
Hee
sets
vpon
them
all
,
and
beates
them
.
CHAR.
Now
by
mine
honour
,
the
best
peece
of
flesh
That
euer
in
these
woods
held
Out-law
play
.
Euen
such
a
spirit
had
Eustace
when
he
liu'd
:
We
must
not
loose
this
Gallant
,
if
wee
can
,
Wee'le
striue
to
make
him
our
Companion
.
EVST.
Yee
slaues
,
Ile
beate
you
all
into
a
mouse-hole
:
And
like
a
baited
Lyon
at
a
stake
,
Kill
all
the
curres
that
come
but
neere
to
barke
.
Yee
Guls
,
haue
yee
no
better
men
amongst
you
.
Defie
your
Captaine
from
me
:
here
I
stand
,
To
dare
him
to
a
combat
hand
to
hand
.
CHAR.
I
were
a
Bastard
,
not
my
fathers
sonne
,
Should
I
refuse
it
.
EVST.
By
all
the
land
I
haue
left
me
in
the
world
,
that's
but
my
graue
:
Captaine
thou
honorest
me
.
CHAR.
By
all
the
wealth
I
brought
into
these
woods
,
That's
but
my
sword
,
thou
dost
the
like
to
me
.
Thou
shalt
haue
faire
play
,
Gallant
,
by
mine
honour
.
EVST.
False
was
my
mother
to
my
fathers
bed
,
If
I
should
aske
more
oddes
of
Hercules
.
CHAR.
Hee
dies
vpon
my
sword
,
disturbes
our
fray
,
Or
in
the
fight
dares
disaduantage
thee
.
EVST.
Were
I
the
world-commanding
Alexander
,
I
would
make
thee
my
Ephestion
for
that
word
.
I
loue
thee
for
thy
valour
,
Captaine
Thiefe
.
CHAR.
'Tis
that
preserues
thee
from
our
violence
,
An
honour'd
minde
lies
in
this
Out-lawes
shape
.
So
much
I
rekon
of
thy
cheualry
,
That
wert
thou
maister
of
an
Indian
Mine
,
Thou
should'st
not
be
diminisht
one
denier
.
Securely
fight
,
thy
purse
is
sanctuary'd
,
And
in
this
place
shall
beard
the
proudest
Theife
.
EVS.
An
honour'd
minded
villaine
,
by
my
sword
,
A
right
good
fellow
,
and
an
honest
Theife
.
If
I
should
haue
thee
prostrate
at
my
mercy
,
I
will
not
kill
thee
for
thy
liberall
offer
.
Yet
winne
it
lad
,
and
take
it
without
faile
:
I
scorne
to
haue
my
purse
go
vnder
baile
.
CHA.
He
goes
beyond
me
in
heroicke
thoughts
:
To
thine
I
stake
downe
this
:
stand
all
apart
.
He
that
steps
in
,
be
subiect
to
our
curses
:
And
now
the
betterman
take
both
the
purses
.
EVST.
It
is
a
match
,
I'le
seize
them
to
thy
griefe
.
Now
True
man
try
,
if
thou
canst
rob
a
Thiefe
.
They
fight
,
as
they
are
fighting
,
enter
BELLA
FRANCA
,
pursued
by
an
Out-law
,
shee
runnes
betwixt
them
and
parts
them
.
BELL.
If
yee
were
borne
of
women
,
aid
a
woman
.
CHAR.
Why
what's
the
matter
?
BELL.
Oh
turne
the
edges
of
your
swords
'gainst
him
,
That
in
the
Forrest
would
haue
rauisht
mee
.
CHAR.
Cease
thy
pursuite
,
and
stranger
pause
a
while
,
To
heare
the
tenour
of
this
Ladies
plaint
.
EVST.
Why
then
Kings
truce
.
But
let
the
purses
lie
:
They'le
fall
to
my
aduantage
by
and
by
.
CHAR.
Now
tell
me
Lady
,
what's
your
suite
to
mee
?
BELL.
To
saue
my
life
from
foule
inchastity
.
For
passing
by
these
Countries
on
my
way
,
To
pay
my
zealous
vowes
in
Golgotha
,
Attended
onely
by
a
little
page
:
This
villaine
with
a
crew
of
russian
thieues
,
Seiz'd
what
we
had
first
,
haled
my
page
from
me
:
And
after
would
haue
wrackt
my
chastity
.
But
being
swift
of
foote
,
feare
lent
me
wings
Hither
(
I
hope
in
happy
time
)
to
flie
,
Either
to
saue
mine
honour
,
or
to
die
,
CHA.
Thy
honour
and
thy
life
are
both
secur'd
:
And
for
a
Ladies
sake
you
much
resemble
,
Command
my
sword
,
my
subiects
,
and
my
caue
.
Where
succour
,
all
offencelesse
,
you
shall
haue
.
Sirra
go
you
,
and
scoure
about
the
hill
.
CLOVV.
I
go
.
BELL.
How
like
is
he
to
Charles
by
Shipwracke
dead
!
And
he
to
Eustace
perisht
in
the
waues
!
But
they
are
both
immortall
Saints
in
heauen
:
Yet
I
am
glad
because
these
shapes
are
theirs
.
My
happy
comming
hath
tane
vp
their
strife
,
Preseruing
mine
owne
honour
and
my
life
.
EV.
So
blusht
my
sister
:
and
this
Out-law
Theife
Hath
a
resemblance
to
my
brother
Charles
:
But
she
in
London
liues
a
Virgine
pure
:
He
in
some
huge
Whales
belly
too
too
sure
.
CHA.
A
pretty
wench
'ifaith
,
I'le
marry
her
,
And
make
her
Queene
of
all
this
Out-law
crew
.
EVST.
I
am
halfe
in
loue
already
,
at
first
sight
:
How
will
this
raging
flame
increase
by
might
?
CHAR.
Faire
beauteous
maide
,
resigne
your
loue
to
me
;
Mistresse
of
all
these
Forrests
you
shall
be
.
EVST.
Loue
me
,
I'le
kisse
away
these
teares
of
griefe
;
Sweete
wench
embrace
a
True-man
,
scorne
a
Thiefe
.
CHAR.
How
now
sir
Sauce
!
you
are
as
bold
me thinkes
,
As
if
you
were
a
Free-man
of
our
Trade
.
None
but
my selfe
plead
interest
in
this
Maide
.
EVST.
My
interest
is
as
much
;
in
this
'tis
greater
,
Because
that
of
the
two
,
I
loue
her
better
.
CHAR.
Proud
passenger
,
I'le
make
thee
eate
that
word
.
EVST.
If
I
eate
aire
,
thou
shalt
digest
my
sword
.
CHAR.
Reuiue
this
quarrell
,
let
the
former
die
:
Fight
we
for
her
,
and
let
the
purses
lie
.
Out-law
,
I
rather
loue
to
fight
,
then
brall
:
I'le
winne
from
thee
thy
wench
,
thy
purse
,
and
all
.
BELL.
Stay
Gentlemen
.
Shee
steps
betweene
them
.
EVST.
By
heauen
,
I
scorne
to
stay
,
Till
both
the
purses
I
haue
tane
away
.
CHAR.
My
sword
for
me
,
my
Mistresse
,
and
my
gold
.
My
resolution
shall
my
claime
vphold
.
Enter
the
Clowne
running
betwixt
them
.
CLOVV.
What
do
you
meane
Gentlemen
to
fight
among
your selues
,
that
should
be
friends
,
and
had
more
need
to
take
one
anothers
part
,
to
fight
against
your
enemies
.
Wee
shall
all
be
slaine
,
kil'd
,
murdered
,
Massacred
.
For
my
owne
part
,
if
I
had
nine
liues
like
a
cat
;
they
were
all
sure
to
die
one
dogges
death
.
CHAR.
Why
?
What's
the
matter
fellow
?
CLOVV.
Oh
noble
Captaine
,
we
shall
all
be
slaine
.
Tankard
a
Prince
of
Italy
,
with
an
Army
hath
beset
the
foote
of
the
Mountaines
,
and
hath
vow'd
to
make
Venison
of
all
vs
poore
Out-lawes
,
and
kill
vs
like
Deere
.
God
be
with
you
:
I'le
go
shift
for
one
.
CHA.
Deere
we
will
be
too
him
,
before
he
do
it
,
And
deerely
sell
our
desperate
karcases
.
Kind
stranger
wilt
thou
take
a
Truce
with
me
,
Thou
shalt
diuide
with
me
my
dignity
:
Wee
two
will
iointly
o're
these
Mountaines
raigne
,
And
by
our
valours
,
our
estates
maintaine
.
EVST.
Because
I
heare
thy
life
in
ieopardy
,
And
thou
hast
dealt
with
me
so
honourably
:
Receiue
my
hand
;
now
I
am
wholy
thine
.
And
yee
mad
rogues
,
I
am
halfe
your
Captaine
now
.
Looke
when
yee
see
me
nodde
,
yee
crouch
and
kneele
,
Make
legges
,
and
curt'sies
,
and
keepe
bare
your
Crownes
.
CLOVV.
'Tis
hard
to
teach
them
manners
that
are
Clownes
.
But
for
my
owne
part
,
here's
a
legge
,
here's
a
cap
,
here's
a
knee
,
All
these
sweete
halfe
Captaine
,
I
reserue
for
thee
.
EVST.
Speake
,
do
you
all
accept
me
?
ALL
.
We
do
,
we
do
.
EVST.
Then
brother
thiefe
,
I
am
turn'd
Out-law
too
.
But
to
do
no
man
wrong
;
I
make
that
Law
,
Onely
to
passe
this
tedious
Summer
here
,
Till
wee
our
downe-cast
fortunes
may
vp-reare
.
CHAR.
You
share
with
mee
in
end
,
in
minde
,
in
all
.
Soft
March
.
But
hearke
,
I
heare
our
enemies
Drummes
do
brawle
.
EVST.
Their
voyce
is
welcome
:
Oh
that
I
had
with
mee
As
many
good
lads
,
honest
Prentises
,
apart
.
From
Eastcheape
,
Canwicke-streete
,
and
London-stone
,
To
end
this
battell
,
as
could
wish
themselues
Vnder
my
conduct
if
they
knew
me
heere
;
The
doubtfull
daies
successe
we
need
not
feare
.
apart
.
CHAR.
Oh
for
some
Cheape-side
boyes
for
Charles
to
lead
:
They
would
sticke
to
it
,
when
these
Out-lawes
faile
.
Wishes
are
winde
,
let's
thinke
our selues
well
man'd
,
Wee'le
sooner
die
,
then
flie
,
so
make
a
stand
.
Enter
TANCRED
with
Drumme
and
Souldiers
.
TANC.
Are
these
the
Out-lawes
that
disturbe
our
peace
?
Thinke
they
these
Mountaine
tops
can
shelter
them
From
our
reuenge
,
and
iust
assembled
Armes
?
CHAR.
Come
,
come
,
let
vs
prepare
to
answere
them
.
TANC.
Which
be
the
chiefe
of
these
confounded
Troupes
?
CHAR.
Prince
,
I
am
one
of
them
.
EVST.
And
I
another
.
CHAR.
I
am
his
friend
.
EVST.
And
I
his
out-law-brother
.
TAN.
How
dare
you
stand
contemptuous
'gainst
your
Leige
?
Captaines
yee
are
our
men
.
CHAR.
That
wee
deny
:
I
am
a
stranger
Tancred
.
EVST.
So
am
I
.
TANC.
Such
valour
is
reported
to
appeare
apart
to
his
owne
people
.
In
the
braue
deeds
of
these
rude
Forresters
,
That
wee
could
rather
wish
they
were
our
friends
,
To
dwell
in
Citties
,
then
keepe
out
in
Caues
.
Considering
now
what
warres
we
haue
in
hand
,
Their
martiall
spirits
might
much
aduantage
vs
,
Wold
they
but
keep
within
some
honored
bounde
.
Wee'le
worke
them
if
we
can
to
our
alliance
,
And
rather
motion
loue
,
then
proud
defiance
.
CHAR.
Why
comes
the
County
Palatine
in
Armes
,
To
fight
against
vnarmed
Forresters
?
If
thou
wilt
winne
renowne
,
bend
thy
braue
forces
Gainst
Pagans
that
besiege
Hierusalem
.
Small
fame
and
honour
canst
thou
winne
thee
here
,
Besides
our
cheape
liues
thou
shalt
purchase
deere
.
EV.
We
haue
reform'd
these
villaines
since
we
came
,
And
taught
them
manners
and
ciuility
:
All
rape
and
murder
we
repay
with
death
:
Amongst
vs
doth
not
liue
a
rauisher
.
TAN.
I
haue
heard
no
lesse
,
but
that
you
weed
out
such
As
passe
the
bounds
of
Christian
honesty
:
Which
makes
me
rather
offer
peace
then
warre
.
But
what
bright
virgine
stands
so
discontent
?
CHAR.
My
life
.
EVST.
My
loue
.
TAN.
The
word
had
bene
well
spent
,
If
I
had
said
mine
too
:
for
I
protest
,
Of
all
this
number
I
affect
her
best
.
CHAR.
Beleeue
me
fellow-partner
in
my
rule
,
You
offer
wrong
to
impart
in
this
my
loue
.
EVS.
Halfe
of
al's
mine
,
I
claime
it
as
my
due
:
In
which
bright
Virgin
,
I
except
not
you
.
TAN.
I
do
containe
my
loue
with
much
ado
:
For
her
(
me thinkes
)
I
could
turne
Out-law
too
.
EVST.
What
,
do
you
thinke
to
haue
a
double
share
?
Halfe
of
her's
mine
;
I
will
not
bate
an
haire
.
CHAR.
By
thine
owne
words
thou
gau'st
me
halfe
at
least
.
EVST.
But
I'le
haue
all
,
my
Title
is
encreast
.
TANC.
Stay
Captaines
,
for
our
annall
Crownes
reuenues
,
We
would
not
loose
the
weakest
of
you
both
,
So
much
do
we
affect
your
Chiualries
.
Let
me
take
vp
this
mutuall
enmity
:
Your
quarrell
is
for
her
;
both
would
enioy
her
.
You
claime
her
as
your
right
.
To
Charles
.
CHAR.
'Tis
true
I
do
.
TANC.
And
Captaine
,
you
say
she
belongs
to
you
.
EVST.
True
(
valiant
Prince
)
my
hopes
shall
his
destroy
:
Thou
art
mine
owne
,
sweete
wench
,
God
giue
vs
ioy
.
TANC.
Then
till
this
strict
contention
ended
be
,
Deliuer
this
bright
virgin
vnto
me
.
Here
shall
our
former
hate
and
discord
cease
:
This
Lady
shall
be
Hostage
of
your
peace
.
Vnto
thy
charge
we
giue
ten
thousand
men
.
To
Charles
.
As
many
souldiers
we
resigne
to
thee
.
To
Eustace
.
Make
me
her
keeper
till
these
warres
be
done
:
Ye
haue
the
price
,
I
my
content
haue
wonne
.
CHAR.
Honour
hath
taught
the
Palatine
to
speake
.
EVST.
Since
what
we
both
desire
,
one
can
but
haue
,
Take
charge
of
her
.
Let
me
receiue
the
charge
Of
a
great
Army
,
and
commanding
power
:
Before
I
marry
,
I
must
winne
my
Dower
.
CHAR.
So
say
I
too
,
and
Out-law
life
adiew
.
TANC.
And
welcome
loue
,
which
I
must
keepe
for
you
.
Their
Drummes
shall
scold
,
mine
shall
haue
time
to
cease
,
And
whilst
they
warre
,
with
her
I'le
make
my
peace
.
Are
you
content
,
sweete
Lady
?
BELL.
I
must
do
That
which
amongst
you
all
best
pleaseth
you
.
I
am
a
prisoner
;
prisoners
must
obey
.
You
say
I
shall
,
and
I
must
not
say
nay
.
CHAR.
Do
so
,
sweete
loue
.
EVST.
Till
these
warres
ended
be
I
prethee
sweete
loue
,
keepe
thy
heart
to
me
.
TAN.
Come
Captaine
,
we
bequeath
you
to
your
charge
,
To
march
with
speed
towards
the
holy
warres
.
This
Lady
,
as
our
life
we
will
esteeme
,
And
place
her
in
the
honour
of
a
Queene
.
Exeunt
.
Enter
ROBERT
of
Normandy
,
GODFREY
of
Buloigne
,
and
GVY
of
Lessingham
,
with
Drumme
and
Souldiers
.
GODF.
What
art
thou
with
thy
brow
confrontest
mee
?
GVY.
One
that
thinkes
scorne
to
giue
least
place
to
thee
.
GODF.
Thou
know'st
mee
not
to
set
my
name
so
light
.
GVY.
I
reck
thee
not
,
my
frowne
thou
canst
not
fright
.
Wee
are
no
babe
;
or
if
we
were
,
yet
know
Thy
proud
face
cannot
like
a
Bug-beare
show
.
GODF.
Thou
hast
strucke
fire
vpon
a
flinty
spirit
.
Think'st
thou
,
because
thou
lead'st
the
French
Kings
troupes
,
And
art
Commander
of
a
few
bold
French
,
That
we
will
yeeld
the
vpper
hand
to
thee
?
I
let
thee
know
thou
hast
dishonoured
mee
.
GVY.
I
let
thee
know
thou
hast
done
as
much
by
me
.
Think'st
thou
,
thou
canst
outface
me
?
proud
man
,
no
:
Know
I
esteeme
thee
as
too
weake
a
foe
.
GODF.
Now
by
my
Knight-hood
I'le
reuenge
this
wrong
;
And
for
that
word
,
thy
heart
shall
curse
thy
tongue
.
ROB.
What
meane
these
hasty
Princes
thus
to
iarre
,
And
bend
their
swords
against
their
mutuall
breasts
,
Whose
edge
were
sharpned
for
their
enemies
crests
?
GODF.
He
shall
not
march
before
me
.
GVY.
But
I
will
.
GODF.
Zounds
but
thou
shalt
not
,
by
this
blessed
day
,
I'le
pitch
thee
like
a
barre
out
of
my
way
.
GVY.
Thy
armes
want
strength
,
thou
canst
not
tosse
me
so
.
GODF.
No
,
can
they
not
?
by
heauen
I'le
try
a
throw
.
ROB.
Princes
,
I
charge
you
by
the
honoured
zeale
,
And
loue
to
him
for
whom
ye
come
to
fight
,
To
cease
this
enuy
and
abortiue
iarre
.
The
fields
are
broad
enough
for
both
to
march
,
And
neither
haue
the
vantage
of
the
ground
.
GVY.
Robert
,
mine
arme
shall
act
a
wondrous
thing
,
I'le
hurle
him
like
a
stone
out
of
a
sling
.
Not
haue
the
way
?
I'le
fling
thee
on
the
earth
,
And
then
march
ouer
thee
with
all
my
Troupes
.
GODF.
Robert
of
Normandy
,
by
all
the
honour
Thou
hop'st
t'atchiue
thee
in
these
holy
warres
,
Stand
from
betwixt
vs
,
let's
but
try
one
fall
I'le
cast
his
corke-like
trunkè
by
wondrous
skill
,
As
Hercules
threw
Lycas
from
an
Hill
.
ROB.
For
Gods
sake
and
our
Sauiours
,
in
whose
booke
Yee
now
are
entred
as
his
souldiers
prest
,
In
whose
Campe
Royall
if
yee
mutiny
,
Yee
are
found
guilty
by
his
martiall
Law
,
And
worthy
death
:
I
charge
you
Princes
both
,
T'abandon
this
iniurious
enmity
.
Stand
you
betwixt
the
Souldiers
,
lest
this
sting
Of
blinde
seditions
,
raigne
in
this
our
Army
And
feed
vpon
our
bodies
like
a
plague
.
Princes
I
charge
you
by
your
Sauiours
bloud
Shed
for
your
sinnes
,
yee
shed
none
at
this
time
.
GODF.
Well
let
him
march
before
,
I
will
resigne
:
Robert
preuailes
;
French-man
the
right
is
thine
.
GVY.
I
will
not
march
first
;
but
in
courtesie
I
will
resigne
that
honoured
place
to
thee
;
But
what
a
King
should
say
,
I
should
not
do
With
violent
rage
that
would
I
runne
into
.
Go
on
,
by
heauen
you
shall
,
I
yeeld
it
you
;
By
heauen
you
shall
,
the
place
I
freely
grant
.
Friendship
can
more
with
me
,
then
rude
constraint
.
GOD.
Thy
honoured
loue
with
honour
I
returne
,
What
thou
would'st
giue
me
,
I
resigne
thee
backe
;
This
kinde
reply
to
me
stands
like
a
charme
,
Then
royally
let's
march
on
arme
in
arme
.
ROB.
Such
iust
proportion
Princes
still
should
keepe
.
Braue
Lord
of
Bulloigne
ioyne
your
Troupes
with
ours
,
That
are
by
birth
approued
Englishmen
:
And
Lord
of
France
that
vnder
your
conduct
Haue
ready
arm'd
ten
thousand
fighting
men
,
To
fight
with
vs
for
faire
Ierusalem
,
Distrest
by
mis-beleeuing
Infidels
,
Let
vs
vnite
a
friendly
Christian
league
.
We
haue
entred
,
valiant
Lords
,
vpon
our
way
Euen
to
the
midst
of
fertile
Lumbardy
,
By
writers
term'd
the
Garden
of
the
world
.
Halfe
of
our
way
we
haue
ouercome
already
:
Then
let
vs
here
in
campe
vpon
these
Downes
.
But
stay
,
what
threatning
voyce
of
warfare
sounds
.
Enter
after
a
Trumpet
EVSTACE
.
GODF.
Had
not
yong
Eustace
in
the
seas
bene
drown'd
,
I
should
haue
said
,
he
treads
vpon
this
ground
.
And
but
none
scap'd
the
dangerous
seas
saue
I
,
This
French-man
I
should
thinke
my
brother
Guy
.
EVST.
Princes
,
my
Maister
County
Palatine
,
Wondring
what
bold
foote
durst
presume
to
tread
Vpon
his
Confines
without
asking
leaue
,
Sends
me
to
know
the
cause
of
your
arriue
:
Or
why
the
arm'd
hoofes
of
your
fiery
steeds
Dare
wound
the
fore-head
of
his
peacefull
Land
.
DODF.
Dare
?
sends
thy
Lord
in
that
ambitious
key
.
GVY.
Or
hath
the
pride
of
thy
refined
tongue
Guilded
thy
message
with
these
words
of
scorne
?
ROB.
Add'st
thou
vnto
thy
message
,
Knight
,
or
no
?
EVST.
The
naked
tenour
of
my
Maisters
minde
Thus
I
infold
;
rash
saucy
insolent
,
That
by
audacious
boldnesse
haue
not
fear'd
To
breake
into
my
Soueraignes
royall
pale
;
I
charge
you
to
returne
the
way
you
came
,
And
step
by
step
tell
euery
tedious
stride
,
That
you
haue
measured
rashly
in
his
Land
:
Or
by
the
honour
of
his
name
he
sweares
,
To
chace
you
from
the
margent
of
his
Coast
,
With
an
vnnumbred
Army
and
huge
Hoast
.
GODF.
March
backe
againe
?
Oh
scandall
to
our
names
!
Haue
we
deseru'd
to
be
so
censur'd
on
,
Though
not
one
man
vpon
my
part
would
stand
,
Alone
I'le
pierce
the
bowels
of
his
Land
.
GVY.
Basely
retire
,
and
thirty
thousand
strong
?
Were
the
whole
worlds
power
ambusht
in
our
way
,
Yet
would
we
on
.
Returne
dishonourably
?
Forward
Il'e
march
,
though
euery
step
I
tread
Plunge
me
in
bloud
,
thus
high
aboue
my
head
.
ROB.
Princes
,
haue
patience
,
let
me
answere
him
.
Knight
,
I
condemne
not
thee
for
speaking
boldly
The
proud
defiance
that
thy
Maister
sends
:
But
mildly
we
returne
our
pleasures
thus
.
We
do
confesse
it
was
some
ouer-sight
To
march
so
farre
,
without
some
notice
giuen
Vnto
the
Lord
and
Prince
that
owes
the
Land
:
And
we
could
wish
that
we
had
crau'd
his
leaue
.
But
since
'tis
thus
,
that
we
haue
march'd
thus
farre
,
And
basely
to
retire
is
infamous
.
(
If
not
with
leaue
)
wee
forward
meane
to
go
:
Despight
of
King
or
Emp'rour
shall
say
no
.
EVST,
I
will
informe
the
Prince
my
Soueraigne
so
.
Exit
.
GVY.
That
yong
Knights
face
,
me thinkes
,
I
well
should
know
.
GOD.
I
see
the
swords
were
sharpt
'gainst
Infidels
,
Must
be
employ'd
to
lauish
Christian
bloud
.
Vpon
his
soule
lye
all
the
heynous
guilt
,
Who
being
a
Christian
Prince
,
forbids
and
barres
Our
quiet
passage
to
these
Pagan
warres
.
GVY.
This
bickering
will
but
keepe
our
armes
in
vre
,
The
holy
battailes
better
to
endure
.
ROB.
Well
,
God
for
vs
,
for
our
intent
is
good
:
Charg'd
be
their
soules
with
all
this
Christian
bloud
.
Enter
TANCRD
,
CHARLES
,
EVSTACE
,
Drumme
,
Colours
and
Souldiers
,
marching
.
TANC.
What
art
thou
brau'st
the
County
Palatine
?
ROB.
My
name
is
Robert
Duke
of
Normandy
.
TANC.
Speake
,
will
yee
all
retire
the
way
ye
came
?
ROB.
God
keepe
Duke
Robert
from
so
foule
a
shame
.
GODF.
Basely
retire
when
we
haue
march'd
thus
farre
?
First
we'le
vnpeople
this
thy
Land
by
warre
.
CHAR.
Then
will
we
driue
you
back
by
our
maine
force
,
And
seize
vpon
your
Troupes
of
Foote
and
Horse
.
GV.
So
say
you
:
but
should
you
attempt
to
do't
,
We
straight
should
ouerthrow
you
Horse
and
Foote
.
EVST.
So
said
,
so
done
,
braue
Lord
,
were
gallant
play
.
But
you
would
at
the
first
push
shrinke
away
.
ROB.
No
proud
Italians
all
our
spirits
are
fire
,
Which
burnes
not
down-ward
,
but
is
made
t'aspire
.
Prince
we
confesse
wee
did
forget
our selues
,
Presuming
on
that
ancient
priuiledge
Which
euery
Christian
brother
Prince
shold
claime
One
in
the
interest
of
anothers
name
▪
An
errour
we
confesse
,
though
not
a
fault
.
But
basely
with
dishonour
backe
to
flye
,
And
to
be
held
as
cowards
we
deny
.
TANC.
And
nothing
else
can
satisfie
mine
ire
,
But
whence
ye
came
the
same
way
to
retire
.
ROB.
And
that
I'le
neuer
do
.
GODF.
Nor
I
.
GV.
Nor
I
.
CHA.
Then
shall
yee
on
these
Lumbard
Champaines
die
.
To
Armes
braue
Souldiers
.
EVS.
Strike
vp
warlike
Dumme
.
Prepare
you
,
Christian
Princes
,
now
we
come
.
GOD.
Stay
braue
Prince
Tancred
,
stay
great
Norman
Duke
.
Out
of
my
zeale
to
God
and
Christendome
,
To
stanch
the
bloud
which
should
be
broacht
this
day
,
Vnto
the
griefe
of
all
that
honour
CHRIST
,
And
ioy
to
such
as
loue
Idolatry
:
I
make
this
challenge
generall
through
the
Hoast
Of
him
that
interrupts
vs
on
our
way
.
If
any
proud
Italian
dare
take
vp
The
honour'd
gage
which
I
haue
here
throwne
downe
,
And
fight
a
single
combate
for
our
passage
;
These
shall
be
made
our
strict
conditions
.
If
him
I
conquer
,
all
our
Hoast
shall
march
Without
all
let
and
contradiction
:
If
I
be
vanquisht
by
thy
Champions
hand
,
Our
Army
shall
march
backe
out
of
thy
land
.
CHA.
A
Princely
motion
to
saue
Christian
bloud
.
Great
Prince
of
Italy
,
vpon
my
knee
I
humbly
beg
I
may
thy
Champion
be
.
TAN.
Thou
hast
thy
suite
;
thy
valour
hath
bene
tride
:
With
a
rough
brow
see
thou
confront
his
pride
.
ROB.
Then
what
ten
thousand
Christian
liues
should
right
,
These
two
braue
Lords
will
end
in
single
fight
.
TAN.
It
is
agreed
.
EVS.
Stand
to't
,
braue
Outlaw-brother
Would
I
were
one
of
them
.
GVY.
And
I
the
other
.
CHAR.
What
weapon
wilt
thou
vse
?
GODF.
That
which
next
comes
.
Giue
me
this
Partizan
:
now
strike
vp
drummes
.
CHAR.
Giue
me
this
souldiers
;
Trumpet
,
sound
a
charge
:
I'le
stop
the
passage
which
he
seekes
t'enlarge
.
GODF.
Princes
stand
off
,
my
warlike
arme
this
day
For
all
your
Troupes
shall
winne
a
prosperous
way
.
CHAR.
Thou
canst
not
enter
though
the
way
stood
ope
:
My
heart
,
and
this
,
thy
passage
vowes
to
stop
.
GODF.
Yet
will
I
through
.
CHA.
Thou
shalt
not
,
this
saies
nay
.
GODF.
Oh
but
behold
!
I
haue
this
to
hew
my
way
.
They
fight
,
and
are
parted
by
Robert
and
Tancred
.
TAN.
I
would
not
loose
my
Champion
for
the
world
.
ROB.
Nor
I
this
Prince
:
For
were
these
spirits
spent
,
All
Christendome
their
fortunes
might
lament
.
Part
them
on
equall
oddes
,
and
equall
termes
:
Both
a
like
valiant
,
both
haue
honour
wonne
,
More
valorous
liue
not
vnderneath
the
Sunne
.
TAN.
We
will
reserue
their
haughty
Chiualries
,
To
exercise
against
Gods
enemies
.
EVST.
They
haue
wonne
honour
,
I
haue
idly
stood
:
By
my
good
starres
I'le
haue
a
challenge
too
,
If
any
in
their
Campe
dares
answere
me
.
Giue
me
thy
Pike
,
a
Pike
a
Prince
may
traile
,
And
at
that
weapon
will
I
challenge
all
.
Great
Prince
,
these
fiery
Princes
that
came
hither
To
braue
our
forces
,
had
a
Champion
To
challenge
vs
:
Are
we
as
valiant
,
And
shall
we
faile
to
do
the
like
to
them
?
Giue
me
but
leaue
,
my
Lord
,
to
send
one
boast
T'affright
them
,
like
a
deuill
,
through
their
Hoast
.
TAN.
It
pleaseth
vs
;
then
when
thou
wilt
beginne
.
ROB.
What
Champion
shall
we
haue
to
answere
him
?
GVY.
I
should
esteeme
him
my
immortall
foe
,
That
should
attempt
to
take
away
the
honour
Of
such
a
strong
encounter
from
my
hand
.
Champion
appeare
betwixt
our
Royall
Hoasts
,
Let's
see
thy
strength
make
good
thy
haughty
boasts
.
EVST.
I
am
here
;
stand
thou
forth
on
the
aduerse
part
Suruey
me
well
,
braue
Hector
I
resemble
,
Whose
very
brow
did
make
the
Greekes
to
tremble
.
GV.
But
I
Achilles
,
proud
ambitious
boy
,
Will
drag
thy
Coarse
about
the
wals
of
Troy
.
Giue
me
thy
Pike
,
I'le
tosse
it
like
a
reed
,
And
with
this
bul-rush
make
mine
enemy
bleed
.
Rapier
and
Pike
,
is
that
thy
honoured
play
?
Looke
downe
yee
Gods
,
this
combat
to
suruey
.
EVST.
Rapier
and
Pike
,
this
combat
shall
decide
:
Gods
,
Angels
,
Men
,
shall
see
me
tame
thy
pride
.
GV.
Thou
do'st
thy selfe
wrong
to
ore-charge
thine
arme
,
With
such
a
weapon
as
thou
canst
not
weild
.
I'le
teach
thee
;
thou
shalt
like
my
zanie
be
.
And
feigne
to
do
my
cunning
after
me
.
EVST.
Thou
wouldst
instruct
thy
Maister
at
this
play
.
Think'st
thou
this
rye-strew
can
ore-rule
my
arme
?
Thus
do
I
beare
him
when
I
vse
to
march
:
Thus
can
I
fling
him
vp
,
and
catch
him
thus
:
They
tosse
their
Pikes
.
Then
thus
,
to
try
the
sinewes
of
my
arme
.
GV.
But
thou
should'st
charge
him
thus
,
aduance
him
thus
,
Thus
should'st
thou
take
him
,
when
thou
seest
from
farre
The
violent
horses
runne
to
breake
our
rankes
.
EVST.
All
that
is
nothing
,
I
can
tosse
him
thus
.
GV.
I
thus
:
'tis
easier
sport
then
the
Baloone
.
EVST.
We
trifle
time
,
this
shall
thy
rage
withstand
.
GV.
With
this
,
our
Hoast
shall
peirce
thy
Soueraignes
Land
.
They
fight
:
Robert
and
the
Palatine
cast
their
Warders
betweene
them
,
and
part
them
.
ROB.
That
Hoast
should
loose
ten
thousand
Pagans
liues
With
the
rich
honour
of
their
ouerthrow
,
That
should
but
loose
his
Champion
in
this
combat
If
both
should
perish
,
our
braue
Christian
Army
Should
be
more
weake
by
thousands
then
it
was
.
TANC.
Their
matchlesse
valour
haue
preuail'd
with
vs
,
Freely
enioy
the
pleasures
of
our
Land
,
Our
Army
here
we
do
conioyne
with
yours
,
To
lead
them
to
the
faire
Hierusalem
.
ROB.
We
pawne
our
faith
to
this
perpetuall
league
:
And
now
we
shew
our selues
that
Christian
Hoast
,
In
which
true
peace
should
flourish
and
abound
:
Vnto
this
peace
let
Drums
and
Trumpets
sound
.
Champions
embrace
,
and
all
your
sterne
debate
Florish
.
Poure
in
aboundance
on
the
Pagans
heads
.
Princes
and
Lords
,
let
our
vnited
bands
Winne
back
Iudea
from
the
Pagans
hands
.
Exeunt
all
marching
.
Manet
the
French
Lady
.
LADIE
.
Thus
haue
I
maskt
my
bashfull
modesty
Vnder
the
habite
of
a
trusty
Page
,
And
now
my
seruants
seruant
am
I
made
.
Loue
,
that
transform'd
the
Gods
to
sundry
shapes
,
Hath
wrought
in
me
this
Metamorphosis
.
My
loue
and
Lord
,
that
honoured
me
a
woman
,
Loues
me
a
youth
,
employes
me
euery where
,
I
serue
him
,
waite
vpon
him
,
and
he
sweares
He
fauours
both
my
truth
and
dilligence
:
And
now
I
haue
learnt
to
be
a
perfect
Page
,
He
will
haue
none
to
trusse
his
points
but
me
,
At
boord
to
waite
vpon
his
cup
but
me
:
To
beare
his
Target
in
the
field
,
but
me
.
Nay
,
many
a
thing
,
which
makes
me
blush
to
speak
,
He
will
haue
none
to
lie
with
him
but
me
,
I
dreame
and
dreame
,
and
things
come
in
my
mind
:
Onely
I
hide
my
eyes
;
but
my
poore
heart
Is
bar'd
and
kept
from
loues
satiety
.
Like
Tantalus
,
such
is
my
poore
repast
,
I
see
the
Apples
that
I
cannot
taste
.
I'le
stay
my
time
,
and
hope
yet
,
ere
I
die
,
My
heart
shall
feast
as
richly
as
my
eye
.
Exit
.
Flourish
.
Enter
the
old
SOLDAN
,
the
yong
SOPHIE
,
Tables
and
Formes
,
and
MORETES
,
TVRNVS
,
with
drumme
and
Souldiers
.
SOL.
Counsell
braue
Lords
,
the
Christian
Army
marcheth
Euen
to
our
gates
with
paces
vndisturb'd
:
The
hollow
earth
resounds
with
weight
of
armes
,
And
shrinkes
to
beare
so
huge
a
multitude
.
They
make
a
valley
as
they
march
along
,
And
raising
hils
encompasse
either
side
.
Counsell
,
braue
Lords
,
these
terrours
to
decide
.
SOP.
Ioues
great
Vice-gerent
ouer
all
the
world
:
Let
vs
confront
their
pride
,
and
with
our
powers
Disperse
the
strength
of
their
assembled
Troupes
.
SOL.
Sion
is
ours
by
conquest
:
All
Iudaea
Is
the
rich
honour
of
our
conquering
swords
.
Shall
we
not
guard
it
then
,
and
make
our
breasts
The
wals
that
shall
defend
Ierusalem
?
SO.
They
shal
march
ouer
vs
,
that
march
this
way
:
Before
the
Christians
shall
attaine
these
wals
With
dead
mens
faces
we
will
paue
the
earth
.
SOL.
I
cannot
iudge
the
Christians
are
so
mad
To
come
in
way
of
battell
,
but
of
peace
.
SOP.
They
rather
trauell
in
deuotion
,
To
pay
their
vowes
at
their
Messia's
Tombe
,
And
so
,
as
Pilgrimes
,
not
as
Souldiers
come
.
SOL.
Your
own
power
blinds
you
and
hath
skreend
your
eies
,
My
haires
do
weare
experience
liuery
:
But
yours
,
the
badge
of
youth
and
idlenesse
.
Their
Army
stands
vpon
a
Mountaine
top
,
Like
a
huge
Forrest
:
their
tall
Pikes
,
like
Pines
,
In
height
do
ouer-peere
the
lower
Trees
;
Their
Horsemen
ride
like
Centaur's
in
the
meads
,
And
scout
abroad
for
pillage
and
for
prey
:
Courage
is
their
good
Captaine
.
SOP.
Courage
!
no
.
Pale
feare
,
and
blacke
destruction
,
leads
the
soe
.
SOL.
I
say
againe
,
the
Christian
Princes
leade
An
Army
,
for
their
power
,
inuincible
.
Victorious
hope
sits
houering
on
their
plumes
:
Their
guilded
Armour
shines
against
the
Sunne
,
Dazeling
our
eyes
from
top
of
yonder
Hill
Like
the
bright
streakes
that
flow
from
Paradise
.
SOP.
Oh
conquest
worthy
the
braue
Persian
swords
?
Let
vs
descend
from
forth
the
Towne
and
meete
them
.
SOL.
No
.
SOP.
Yes
.
SOL.
Should
Ioue
himselfe
in
Thunder
answere
I
When
we
say
no
;
wee'd
pull
him
from
the
skie
.
SOP.
Should
Soldan
,
Sophy
,
Preist
,
or
Presbyter
,
Or
Gods
,
or
deuils
,
or
men
,
gaine-say
our
will
:
Him
,
them
,
or
thee
,
would
the
braue
Persian
Kill
.
MOR
Quench
your
hot
spleenes
with
drops
of
sweete
aduice
,
Temper
your
rage
with
counsell
mighty
Kings
.
SOL.
I
say
●e
will
make
peace
with
Christendome
.
SOP.
I
say
the
Persian
scornes
to
be
colleague
,
Or
to
haue
part
with
them
of
Christendome
.
SOL.
Yet
heare
my
age
.
SOP.
Yet
hearken
to
my
youth
.
MOR.
My
tongue
giue
place
vnto
the
Sold●
age
.
TVR.
But
I
applaud
the
Persians
youthfull
rage
.
SOL.
Stay
Lords
,
our
graue
experience
doth
forsee
The
mischeifes
that
attend
on
this
debate
.
We
tread
the
path
of
our
destruction
,
By
our
dissentions
grow
the
Christians
strong
,
Whom
our
vnited
hearts
may
easily
quell
.
Braue
Persian
Sophy
,
we
commend
your
hate
To
them
that
haue
abhor'd
our
Pagan
gods
:
Yet
temper
it
with
wisedome
,
valiant
Prince
.
'Tis
our
security
I
would
increase
,
When
with
my
words
I
mention
gentle
peace
.
MOR.
Experience
doth
instruct
the
Soldans
tongue
,
Hearken
to
him
,
hee
speakes
iudicially
.
SOP.
My
tongue
a
while
giues
licence
to
mine
eare
:
The
depth
of
your
graue
wisedomes
let
vs
heare
.
SOL.
Then
thus
,
let's
send
vnto
the
Christians
Hoast
,
To
know
what
cause
hath
brought
them
thus
farre
arm'd
.
If
peaceably
they
come
to
visite
here
The
ancient
Reliques
of
their
Sauiours
Tombe
;
Peace
shall
conduct
them
in
,
and
guard
them
out
.
But
if
they
come
to
conquer
Syons
Hill
,
And
make
irruption
through
our
triple
wals
;
Death
and
despaire
shall
ambush
in
their
way
,
And
we
will
seize
the
ensignes
they
display
.
SOP.
My
youth
yeelds
willingly
to
your
graue
yeares
,
Let
it
be
so
.
But
whom
shall
we
elect
To
be
created
Lords
Embassadours
?
SOL.
Moretes
shall
be
one
,
for
I
am
sure
He
will
employ
his
tongue
,
peace
to
procure
.
SOP.
Turnus
another
,
he
that
all
things
dares
,
Will
with
defiance
stirre
them
vp
to
warre
.
SOL.
Moretes
and
braue
Turnus
,
speed
you
straight
Vnto
the
Christian
Hoast
:
Say
,
if
they
come
Like
Pilgrimes
,
to
behold
the
Sepulchre
,
Our
gates
stand
open
to
receiue
them
in
:
And
be
you
painefull
to
perswade
a
peace
.
But
if
they
stand
vpon
their
hostile
ground
,
Say
that
our
brests
are
arm'd
,
our
swords
are
keene
,
Bold
are
our
hearts
,
and
fiery
is
our
spleene
,
And
so
be
gone
.
MOR.
I
to
perswade
a
peace
.
Exit
.
TVR.
I
go
the
furious
rage
of
warre
t'encrease
.
Exit
.
SOL.
We
will
meane
time
conduct
,
our
royall
hoast
:
One
halfe
is
mine
,
the
other
you
shall
lead
,
To
intercept
them
ere
they
winne
the
sight
Of
these
inuincible
and
high-built
walles
.
Braue
Persians
,
we
will
both
in
ambush
lie
:
Sure
now
the
Christians
are
all
come
to
die
.
Exeunt
:
Enter
TANCRED
with
BELLA
FRANCA
,
richly
attired
,
shee
some-what
affecting
him
,
though
she
makes
no
shew
of
it
,
ROBERT
of
Normandy
,
the
foure
brethren
,
and
the
French
Lady
like
a
Page
.
TANC.
Behold
,
braue
Christian
Princes
,
all
the
glory
That
Tancred
can
inherite
in
this
world
.
EVST.
Part
of
it's
mine
.
CHA.
And
part
belongs
to
me
.
GODF.
An
heauenly
mixture
,
now
beshrew
my
heart
,
But
Godfrey
with
the
rest
could
cry
halfe
part
.
GV.
I
am
all
hers
.
ROB.
That
Lady
seemes
to
me
The
fairest
creature
euer
eye
did
see
.
BEL.
Tancred
,
of
all
,
thy
face
best
pleaseth
mee
.
in
priuate
.
TAN.
Faire
Lady
.
EVST.
Madame
:
CHA.
Mistresse
.
GODF.
Beauteous
loue
.
GV.
Bright
Goddesse
.
ROB.
Nymph
.
FREN.
LAD.
Loue
whom
ye
will
say
I
:
So
yee
affect
not
my
beloued
Guy
.
TAN.
Lords
,
she
is
mine
.
EVS.
When
did
my
interest
cease
CHA.
When
I
am
here
,
you
brother
Out-law
peace
.
GODF.
Why
should
not
I
enioy
her
?
ROB.
Why
not
I
?
GV.
She
can
haue
none
but
me
.
EVST.
&
CHAR.
That
we
deny
:
BELL.
Princes
,
what
meanes
this
frenzy
in
your
hearts
?
Or
hath
some
Negromanticke
Coniurer
Rais'd
by
his
Art
some
fury
in
my
shape
,
To
worke
sedition
in
the
Christian
Campe
?
You
haue
confirm'd
by
generall
Parliament
A
Statute
,
that
must
stand
inuiolate
;
Namely
,
that
mutiny
in
Prince
or
Pesant
Is
death
,
a
Kingdome
cannot
saue
his
life
.
Then
whence
proceed
these
strange
contentions
?
CHA.
I
seiz'd
her
first
.
EVS.
I
first
her
thoughts
did
proue
.
TAN.
I
plead
the
composition
for
my
loue
.
ROB.
If
wealth
will
win
the
thoughts
of
that
chaste
Lady
,
I
▪
le
bid
as
faire
as
any
for
her
loue
.
GODF.
If
valour
may
atchieue
her
,
I
'mongst
many
Will
bid
more
warlike
blowes
for
her
then
any
.
GV.
Nay
,
if
you
go
to
scrambling
,
this
for
me
.
Draw
.
FREN.
LAD.
Speed
they
that
list
,
so
you
repulsed
be
.
BELL.
Yet
heare
me
Princes
.
EVST.
Hence
with
friuolous
words
.
GODF.
Stand
we
to
prate
,
when
others
draw
their
sworde
▪
CHAR.
Speake
thou
my
cause
.
Draw
.
TAN.
This
shall
my
pleader
be
.
Draw
.
GV.
Thou
art
for
vs
.
Draw
.
ROB.
And
sword
speake
thou
for
mee
.
BELL.
He
that
best
loues
me
,
pierce
me
with
his
sword
,
Lest
I
become
your
generall
ouerthrow
.
I
do
coniure
you
by
the
loue
you
beare
me
,
Either
to
banish
this
hostility
,
Or
all
at
once
to
act
my
Tragedy
.
A
blow
is
death
proclaim'd
by
Parliament
:
Can
ye
make
Lawes
,
&
be
the
first
that
break
them
?
Knew
I
that
this
my
beauty
bred
this
strife
,
With
some
black
poyson
I
would
staine
my
cheeks
,
Till
I
lookt
fouler
then
an
Aethiop
.
Still
do
ye
brandish
your
contentious
swords
?
This
night
shall
end
my
beauty
,
and
to morrow
Looke
to
behold
my
Christall
eyes
scratcht
out
,
My
visage
martyrd
,
and
my
haire
torne
off
:
He
that
best
loues
it
,
ransome
it
with
peace
:
I
will
preserue
it
,
if
your
fury
cease
.
But
if
ye
still
persist
,
the
heauens
I
call
As
my
vowes
witnesse
,
I
will
hate
ye
all
.
TANC.
To
shew
my
loue
,
my
sword
shall
sleepe
in
rest
.
GODF.
I'le
keepe
mine
sharpe
for
the
braue
Soldans
crest
.
GV.
Peace
sword
.
ROB.
The
Norman
Robert
keeps
his
keene
,
T'abate
the
fury
of
the
Soldans
spleene
.
CHA.
My
sword
cries
truce
.
EVST.
Blade
when
thou
next
art
seene
▪
Thou
mak'st
thy
Lord
a
King
,
his
Loue
a
Queene
.
BELL.
You
haue
redeem'd
my
beauty
,
your
last
iarre
Had
made
perfection
with
my
face
at
warre
.
EVST.
Lady
,
the
vertuous
motions
of
your
heart
Adde
to
the
aboundant
graces
of
your
fame
,
It
was
your
beauty
that
did
blinde
our
soules
,
And
in
our
close
brests
plac'd
obliuion
.
'Tis
true
,
we
haue
ordain'd
a
strict
decree
,
That
whosoeuer
in
our
Christian
Hoast
Strikes
with
a
sword
in
hostile
enmity
,
Forfeits
his
life
,
then
breake
off
this
debate
,
And
keepe
our
owne
decrees
inuiolate
.
Enter
with
a
Tucket
before
them
TVRNVS
,
and
MORATES
.
MO.
Health
to
the
Christians
from
the
mighty
Soldan
.
TV.
Death
and
destrustion
from
the
Persian
Sophy
.
ROB.
That
tongue
brings
peace
,
to
thee
will
I
attend
.
GODF.
That
tongue
brings
war
,
thy
motions
we
commend
.
TANC.
Speake
peace
,
thy
lookes
are
smoth
,
we'l
list
to
thee
.
CHAR.
Speake
warre
,
bring
warre
,
and
we
to
warre
agree
.
MOR.
The
Babylonian
Soldan
,
mighty
Princes
,
Sends
me
to
know
the
cause
of
this
your
March
Into
a
land
so
farre
remote
from
ye
.
If
ye
intend
to
see
your
Prophets
Tombe
,
As
holy
Pilgrimes
,
peace
shall
guard
your
way
.
EVST.
Peace
we
defie
:
let's
heare
what
thou
canst
say
.
ROB.
Proceed
,
proceed
.
GV.
Do
;
and
I'le
sound
my
Drumme
To
drowne
his
voyce
,
that
doth
for
parleance
come
.
EVST.
Why
,
I
am
borne
to
nothing
in
this
world
But
what
my
sword
can
conquer
.
Should
we
yeeld
Our
fortunes
to
base
composition
,
I
haue
no
hopes
mine
honour
to
encrease
.
Curst
be
his
base
eare
that
attends
to
peace
.
MOR.
Let
me
conclude
my
message
.
GODF.
Pagan
,
no
:
Warres
friend
speake
thou
,
I
am
to
Peace
a
foe
.
TVR.
The
Persian
Sophy
thus
instructs
my
tongue
That
Prince
amongst
you
whose
heroicke
brest
Dares
shew
it selfe
to
his
triumphant
speare
,
(
Excepting
but
the
name
of
Christian
)
Like
to
the
Persian
Gods
he
honours
him
.
But
should
he
know
a
heart
in
these
proud
Troupes
,
And
know
that
heart
to
be
addict
to
peace
,
Hee'd
hate
him
like
a
man
that
should
blaspheme
.
In
Sion
Towres
hangs
his
victorious
flagge
,
Blowing
defiance
this
way
:
and
it
showes
Like
a
red
meteor
in
the
troubled
aire
;
Or
like
a
blazing
comet
,
that
fore-tels
The
fall
of
Princes
.
CHAR.
Thine
owne
Princes
●all
.
TVR.
Then
in
one
word
,
destruction
to
you
all
.
GODF.
I
had
not
thought
such
spirits
had
remain'd
Within
the
warlike
breasts
of
Infidels
.
EVST.
Dares
the
Maiesticke
spirit
of
thy
King
Answere
a
challenge
?
dares
he
pawne
his
Crowne
Against
the
hazard
of
ten
thousand
liues
?
GVY.
And
who
should
fight
against
him
?
EVST.
I
.
GVY.
Thou
!
EVS.
I
,
'gainst
him
,
and
thee
,
and
all
the
world
.
That
interdicts
my
honour
.
GV.
Me
!
EVST.
Thee
.
GV.
Fire
,
rage
,
and
fury
,
all
my
veines
do
swell
.
Be
mute
my
tongue
,
bright
sword
my
fury
tell
.
EVST.
Fire
mount
'gainst
his
mad
fury
,
check
his
rage
.
Burne
out
then
flame
,
his
bloud
thy
heate
shall
swage
.
They
fight
,
and
are
parted
.
GODF.
What
haue
ye
done
?
iniustice
staines
our
crests
If
for
this
act
yee
haue
not
lost
their
liues
.
ROB.
I
will
not
beare
the
badge
of
Christendome
In
such
a
Bedlam
mad
society
.
CHA.
Cease
to
determine
of
their
haire-braine
rage
,
Till
yee
haue
sent
the
Pagans
from
our
Tents
.
TAN.
'Tis
well
aduis'd
.
Souldiers
take
charge
of
the
Till
we
determine
of
our
Embassie
.
MOR.
I
feare
me
Turnus
,
had
you
known
before
The
spirits
of
these
haughty
Christians
,
T'haue
bene
so
full
of
enuious
cheualry
,
You
would
haue
temper'd
some
part
of
your
rage
.
You
see
they
striue
,
and
fight
amongst
themselues
,
To
practise
hate
against
they
meete
with
vs
.
TVR.
Morates
,
no
,
we
scorne
all
abiect
feares
,
And
they
shall
know
our
hearts
as
great
as
theirs
.
GODF.
It
shall
be
so
.
Attend
me
,
Pagan
Lords
;
We
come
not
with
grey
gownes
,
and
Pilgrimes
staues
,
Beads
at
our
sides
,
and
sandals
on
our
feete
,
Feare
in
our
hearts
,
entreaty
in
our
tongues
,
To
begge
a
passage
to
our
Prophets
graue
.
But
our
soft
Beauer
Fel●
▪
we
haue
turn'd
to
iron
,
Our
gownes
to
armour
,
and
our
shels
to
plumes
,
Our
walking
staues
we
haue
chang'd
to
Cemytars
,
And
so
with
pilgrimes
hearts
,
not
pilgrims
habits
,
We
come
to
hew
way
through
your
maine
Armies
,
And
offer
at
the
Tombe
our
contrite
hearts
Made
purple
with
as
many
Pagans
blouds
,
As
wee
haue
in
our
breasts
religious
thoughts
.
And
so
be
gone
,
no
words
in
trifling
wast
,
Death
followes
after
you
with
wings
of
hast
.
TVR.
That
Prince
speaks
Musick
,
which
doth
cheere
my
heart
.
MOR.
Princes
adew
,
with
terrour
I
depart
.
Exeunt
.
CHA.
Now
to
these
other
Captaine-mutiners
.
What
shall
be
done
with
them
?
EVST.
Euen
what
you
please
.
We
haue
liu'd
with
paine
,
and
we
can
die
with
ease
:
GVY.
What
God
hath
made
,
a
Gods
name
do
you
marre
,
Death
is
the
least
I
feare
,
now
to
the
barre
.
ROB.
Lords
giue
me
leaue
to
temper
our
decree
,
The
Law
is
death
,
but
such
is
our
regard
Of
Christian
bloud
,
we
moderate
it
thus
.
Because
we
know
your
worths
,
your
liues
are
sau'd
:
Yet
that
the
world
shall
see
we
prise
our
Lawes
,
And
are
not
partiall
should
we
sit
on
Kings
;
Wee
doome
you
euerlasting
banishment
From
out
the
Christian
Army
.
EVS.
Banishment
?
This
was
your
doing
;
well
,
I'le
be
reueng'd
:
By
all
the
hopes
that
I
haue
lost
,
I
will
.
Princes
,
your
doomes
are
vpright
,
I
obey
them
,
And
voluntarily
exile
my selfe
.
(
Against
my
furious
spirit
)
I
could
weepe
To
leaue
this
royall
Army
,
and
to
loose
The
honour
promist
in
the
Pagans
deaths
.
Farewell
to
all
,
with
teares
of
griefe
I
go
.
Yee
are
all
my
friends
,
thou
onely
art
my
foe
.
GVY.
Hold
me
so
still
;
where
ere
I
next
shall
meete
thee
,
This
sword
,
like
thunder
,
on
thy
crest
shall
greet
thee
.
Banisht
the
Campe
I
go
,
but
not
so
farre
,
But
I
will
make
one
in
this
Christian
warre
,
Like
an
vnknowne
Knight
I
will
beare
a
sheild
,
In
it
engrauen
the
Trade
I
did
professe
,
When
once
I
was
a
Gold-smith
in
Cheape-side
:
And
if
I
prosper
,
to
these
armes
I'le
adde
Some
honour
,
and
the
scutcheon
I
shall
beare
,
Shall
to
the
Pagans
bring
pale
death
,
and
feare
.
Adiew
braue
Christian
Lords
;
for
I
must
stray
,
A
banisht
man
can
neuer
misse
his
way
.
GODF.
Why
do
you
looke
so
sad
vpon
their
griefes
?
CHA.
Ah
pardon
me
.
My
heart
begot
a
thought
At
their
departure
,
which
had
bene
of
force
T'haue
strayn'd
a
teare
or
two
from
my
moiste
eye
.
How
like
was
he
to
Eustace
!
he
to
Guy
!
GODF.
A
leaden
weight
of
griefe
lies
at
my
heart
,
And
I
could
wish
my selfe
were
banisht
too
,
To
beare
them
in
their
sorrowes
company
.
ROB.
These
,
for
examples
sake
,
must
be
remou'd
,
And
though
their
absence
will
much
weaken
vs
,
Yet
we
had
rather
put
vs
in
Gods
guard
,
Lessening
our
owne
strength
,
then
to
beare
with
that
Which
might
in
time
lead
to
our
ouerthrow
.
March
forward
Lords
;
our
loue
we
will
deferre
.
Prince
Tancred
,
till
our
warres
cheife
heat
be
spent
,
Keepe
still
this
beauteous
Lady
in
your
Tent
.
Exeunt
.
flourish
Manent
two
Ladies
.
FREN.
LAD.
My
Lord
is
banisht
,
what
shall
poore
I
do
?
There
is
no
way
,
but
I
must
after
too
.
But
ere
I
go
,
some
cunning
I
must
vse
,
To
make
this
Lady
my
Lords
loue
refuse
.
BELL.
Faire
youth
,
why
haue
you
singled
me
along
?
Is
it
to
share
ioy
,
or
partake
my
mone
?
FREN.
LAD.
Whether
you
please
.
Inuention
helpe
me
now
,
(
apart
)
To
bring
her
out
of
loue
with
my
sweete
Lord
,
For
should
she
loue
him
I
were
quite
vndone
.
Madame
,
in
faith
,
how
many
suiters
haue
you
?
BELL.
More
then
I
wish
I
had
:
First
,
the
French
Generall
.
FREN.
LAD.
Oh
God
,
I
feare
,
I
thinke
I
am
accurst
.
Shee
loues
him
best
,
because
she
names
him
first
.
BELL.
The
English
Robert
,
County
Palatine
;
Two
Gentlemen
that
tooke
me
in
the
woods
;
One
is
now
banisht
,
but
the
other
still
Stayes
in
the
Army
;
then
,
the
Bulloigne
Duke
,
FREN.
LAD.
And
which
of
all
these
is
the
properest
man
?
BELL.
'Faith
let
me
heare
thy
iudgement
.
FREN
LAD.
Prince
Robert
is
a
gallant
Gentlemen
:
But
the
French
Lord
vncomely
,
and
vnshap'd
.
Tancred's
a
proper
man
,
but
the
French
Lord
,
He
hath
no
making
,
no
good
shape
at
all
.
I
could
not
loue
a
man
of
his
complexion
:
I
would
not
sue
him
if
I
were
a
Lady
,
Had
he
more
Crownes
then
Caesar
conquered
.
BELL.
I
see
no
such
defects
in
that
French
Lord
.
FREN.
LAD.
I
,
I
,
'tis
so
.
Vpon
my
life
she
loues
him
.
I
must
deuise
some
plot
,
or
they
will
vse
Some
meanes
to
meete
,
and
m●ry
out
of
hand
.
Lady
,
he
was
my
Maister
,
but
beleeue
me
,
He
is
the
most
in●e
man
for
women
,
That
euer
breath'd
;
nay
,
Madame
,
which
is
more
,
He
loues
variety
,
and
delights
in
change
.
And
I
heard
him
say
,
should
he
be
married
,
Hee'd
make
his
wife
a
Cucke-queane
.
BEL.
Why
though
he
do
;
'tis
ver●
in
a
woman
,
If
she
can
beare
his
imperfections
.
FREN.
LAD.
Vpon
my
life
they
are
made
sure
already
,
Shee's
pleas'd
with
any
imperfections
.
What
should
I
do
?
BELL.
Now
faire
youth
,
list
to
me
,
I
will
acquaint
thee
with
a
secrecy
.
These
Lords
so
trouble
me
with
their
vaine
suites
,
That
I
am
tir'd
and
wearied
,
and
resolue
To
steale
away
in
secret
from
the
Campe
.
FREN.
LAD.
My
Guy
is
gone
,
and
she
would
follow
him
:
I
must
preuent
it
,
or
else
loose
my
loue
.
BELL.
Wilt
thou
consort
me
,
beare
me
company
,
And
share
with
me
in
ioy
and
misery
?
FREN.
LAD.
Madame
I
will
.
She
loues
him
,
and
no
wonder
.
I'le
go
,
be't
but
to
keepe
them
still
assunder
.
BELL.
Then
from
their
Tents
this
night
wee'le
steale
away
,
And
through
the
wide
woods
and
the
Forrests
stray
.
Exeunt
.
Florish
.
Enter
SOLDAN
,
SOPHIE
,
TVRNVS
,
MORETES
,
Drummes
,
Ensignes
,
and
Souldiers
.
SOL.
Then
your
reports
sound
nought
but
death
and
war
.
MOR.
The
Christians
would
not
lend
an
eare
to
peace
.
SOP.
Since
they
demeane
themselues
so
honourably
,
This
earth
shall
giue
them
honourable
graues
.
TVR.
By
pride
her selfe
are
their
proud
Ensignes
bo●ne
:
Warre
in
their
tongues
sits
,
in
their
faces
scorne
.
SOL.
Our
resolutions
shall
controule
base
feares
.
Wee
are
proud
as
they
;
our
swords
shall
answere
theirs
.
SOP.
Didst
thou
deliuer
our
strict
Embassie
?
TVR.
I
did
,
my
Lord
.
SOL.
Did
they
not
quake
to
heare
it
?
TVR.
No
more
then
Rockes
shake
with
a
puffe
of
breath
,
They
come
resolu'd
,
and
not
in
feare
of
death
.
SOP.
Lookt
they
not
pale
?
TVR.
With
fury
,
not
with
feare
.
The'were
mad
,
because
your
forces
were
not
there
.
SOL.
Did
you
not
dash
their
spirits
?
fell
not
their
〈◊〉
.
Downe
to
the
earth
,
when
thou
didst
speake
of
vs
?
Went
not
a
fearefull
murmur
through
their
Hoast
,
When
thou
did'st
number
our
vnnumbred
power
?
Did
not
their
faint
swords
tremble
in
their
hands
,
At
that
name
Soldan
?
SOP.
Or
when
thou
namd'st
mee
,
My
power
,
my
strength
,
my
matchlesse
chiualry
:
Fell
they
not
flat
vpon
the
earth
with
feare
?
TVR.
No
,
but
their
proud
hearts
bounded
in
their
breasts
,
Their
plumes
flew
brauely
on
their
golden
crests
:
And
they
were
ready
to
haue
fallen
at
iarre
,
Which
of
them
first
should
with
the
Persian
warre
.
MOR.
There
was
no
tongue
but
breath'd
defiance
forth
:
I
could
not
see
a
face
but
menac'd
death
:
No
hand
,
but
brandisht
a
victorious
sword
.
They
all
cry
Battaile
,
Battaile
,
peace
defie
,
And
not
a
heart
but
promist
victory
.
SOL.
There's
not
an
heart
shall
scape
our
tyranny
,
Since
they
prouoke
our
indignation
,
Like
the
vaste
Ocean
shall
our
courage
rise
,
To
drown
their
pride
,
and
all
their
powers
surprise
.
SOP.
My
Cemytar
is
like
the
bolt
of
Ioue
,
That
neuer
toucheth
but
it
strikes
with
death
.
Oh
how
I
long
,
till
we
with
speares
in
rests
,
Strike
out
the
lightning
from
their
high-plum'd
crests
.
SOL.
I
would
burne
off
this
beard
in
such
a
flame
,
As
I
could
kindle
with
my
puissant
blowes
:
Yet
the
least
haire
I
valew
at
more
worth
Then
all
the
Christian
Empire
.
SOL.
Speake
,
braue
Soldan
,
Shall
our
bar'd
horses
clime
yond
Mountaine
tops
,
And
bid
them
battell
where
they
pitch
their
Tents
.
SOL.
Courage
cries
,
on
;
but
good
aduice
saith
,
stay
.
Experience
bids
vs
fight
another
way
.
Why
should
we
tire
our
Troupes
in
search
of
them
,
That
with
audacious
boldnesse
secke
out
vs
?
Let
vs
stand
to
receiue
them
when
they
come
,
And
with
a
groue
of
Pikes
growing
on
this
earth
Where
now
no
tree
appeares
,
tosse
vp
their
bodies
,
Whose
coarses
by
your
strong
armes
kept
aloofe
,
May
hang
like
bloudy
pendants
on
your
staues
.
SOP.
Oh
sight
best
pleasing
to
the
Persian
gods
!
TVR.
In
the
skies
fore-head
shall
the
bright
Sunne
stand
Amaz'd
to
view
that
glorious
spectacle
,
And
with
the
pleasing
sight
forget
his
way
,
To
grace
our
Trophee
with
perpetuall
day
.
MOR.
But
how
shall
we
receiue
their
armed
Troopes
?
What
speciall
order
will
your
grace
assigne
To
them
that
shall
command
your
Companies
?
SOL.
It
shall
be
thus
.
This
way
the
Christians
march
,
The
body
of
our
Hoast
shall
stay
behind
,
To
be
a
strength
to
faire
Hierusalem
.
But
we
with
certaine
souldiers
secretly
,
Will
lie
in
ambush
:
The
great
Persian
Sophy
,
With
Turnus
,
and
a
chiefe
command
of
men
,
Shall
guard
that
way
:
my selfe
,
and
thou
Morates
Will
keepe
this
passage
with
a
troupe
select
,
To
seize
on
their
fore-runners
,
scouts
,
and
spies
.
Assist
vs
fate
,
ere-long
the
world
shall
know
Our
glories
by
the
Christians
ouerthrow
.
This
is
my
Quarter
:
these
my
men
shall
be
.
SOP.
Morates
,
thou
and
these
shall
follow
me
.
Exeunt
.
Enter
ROBERT
of
Normandy
.
ROB.
Oh
whether
will
blind
loue
conduct
my
steps
?
Prince
Tancreds
Deere
,
and
English
Roberts
Ioy
,
Is
fled
in
secret
,
and
hath
left
our
Tents
.
Thus
like
an
Errant
and
Aduenturous
Knight
,
I
haue
left
the
Hoast
to
follow
her
faire
search
,
And
durst
not
trust
the
aire
with
my
intent
.
This
way
,
they
say
,
she
went
;
the
Campe's
secure
.
This
way
vnknowne
,
in
secret
I
pursue
her
.
Enter
CHARLES
.
CHA.
This
way
my
loue
went
like
a
shooting
starre
,
Whose
blazing
traine
doth
guilde
the
firmament
.
Such
glorious
beauty
addes
she
to
the
way
,
Making
the
dark
night-pathes
,
shine
bright
as
day
.
Ye
honoured
Armes
farewell
,
and
Campe
adiew
,
I
do
forsake
my selfe
her
to
pursue
.
ROB.
Behold
a
traueller
!
I
will
enquire
If
chance
hath
cast
his
eye
vpon
my
loue
.
CHA.
I
was
about
to
aske
of
yonder
man
,
Whether
her
beauty
had
enricht
his
sight
:
But
'tis
my
riuall
Robert
;
Charles
obscure
thee
.
For
should
he
see
thee
,
he
would
quickely
iudge
What
Adamant
had
drawne
me
to
these
woods
.
One
case
I
see
hath
made
vs
errants
both
.
To
be
found
wandring
thus
I
should
be
loth
.
ROB.
Loue
that
drew
me
,
hath
drawne
that
knight
along
Being
but
a
childe
,
a
Gyant's
not
so
strong
.
Enter
SOLDAN
,
MORETES
,
and
Souldiers
.
SOL.
Stand
Christians
,
by
your
Crosses
on
your
brests
Yee're
markt
for
death
,
and
base
destruction
.
ROB.
What
are
ye
,
that
,
like
cowards
,
with
such
oddes
Assault
vs
thus
vnfurnisht
for
the
warres
.
SOL.
I
am
the
Soldan
;
these
my
men
at
armes
,
That
lie
to
intercept
you
,
and
prepare
For
your
accursed
liues
this
fatall
snare
.
CHA.
The
Soldan
,
the
grand
enemy
to
CHRIST
,
The
deuils
Liuetenant
,
Vice-roy
vnder
him
!
Braue
English
Robert
,
since
our
frowning
starres
Haue
brought
vs
to
this
narrow
exigent
,
And
train'd
vs
hither
with
a
chaine
of
loue
To
perish
by
the
swords
of
Infidels
:
Stand
foote
to
foote
.
ROB.
Tush
,
I
am
Pagans
swords
proofe
,
and
my
starres
,
Haue
markt
me
for
a
Conquerour
in
these
warres
.
SOL.
Vpon
them
,
souldiers
;
pitty
they
despise
,
Scarce
can
the
world
affoord
a
richer
prize
.
Alarum
.
They
fight
,
and
are
both
taken
.
CHA.
Thou
glorious
eye
of
heauen
,
be
euer
blinde
:
Maske
thy
bright
face
in
clouds
eternally
:
Darke
vapours
and
thicke
mysts
thy
front
embrace
And
neuer
shine
to
looke
on
my
disgrace
.
ROB.
A
prisoner
,
Robert
!
this
my
comfort
bee
:
He
makes
me
bound
that
best
can
set
me
free
.
SOL.
Take
them
to
guard
,
this
entrance
to
our
warres
Is
full
of
spirit
,
and
begets
much
hope
.
We
will
not
yet
examine
what
ye
are
,
Till
tortures
wring
it
from
your
slauish
tongues
.
That
done
,
your
blouds
these
champaines
shall
embrue
Meane
time
wee'le
waite
for
more
of
your
loose
crue
.
Enter
GVY
with
his
Shield
,
and
a
Page
brings
his
Sword
and
Target
:
in
each
of
his
hands
a
Pollax
.
GVY.
I
am
turn'd
wilde
man
since
I
vsde
these
Forests
:
And
I
haue
wonne
more
weapons
in
these
woods
,
From
Out-lawes
,
whom
my
sword
hath
vanquished
,
Then
I
can
carry
on
my
backe
with
ease
.
I
haue
swords
,
targets
,
Pikes
,
and
Partisans
,
Pollaxes
,
maces
,
clubs
,
and
horse-mens
sta●
,
Darts
,
halberds
,
long
swords
,
Pistols
,
Petronels
,
All
which
I
haue
conquered
.
At
this
Mountaine
ridge
Two
villaines
with
these
weapons
set
vpon
me
:
But
with
my
sword
I
made
them
turne
their
heeles
,
And
leaues
these
Trophees
which
I
thus
support
,
And
beare
vpon
my
shoulders
Conqueror-like
,
What
?
do
I
see
an
ambush
?
by
their
armes
They
should
be
Pagans
:
Robert
prisoner
!
With
him
a
Christian
Leader
!
Oh
my
God
,
Thou
hast
either
brought
me
to
reuiue
my
name
By
rescuing
these
,
or
here
to
die
with
shame
.
Come
life
,
come
death
;
a
banisht
man
will
try
,
To
liue
with
honour
,
or
with
honour
die
.
Robert
breake
from
thy
guard
,
make
them
dismaid
,
Receiue
these
weapons
,
God
hath
sent
thee
aid
.
ROB.
God
,
and
Saint
George
.
CHA.
Now
by
the
Soldans
Crowne
,
If
I
can
weild
this
weapon
,
he
shall
downe
.
GVY.
The
Christians
God
for
vs
.
SOL.
What
,
are
they
free
?
Alarum
Drummes
,
the
heathen
powers
for
mee
.
They
fight
;
the
Pagans
are
beaten
off
,
Guy
departs
suddenly
.
ROB.
Some
Angell
in
the
habite
of
a
Knight
,
Hath
reskued
vs
:
such
heauy
downe-right
blowes
Could
neuer
come
from
any
mortall
arme
.
For
euery
blow
he
reacht
,
was
certaine
death
.
CHAR.
What
is
that
power
,
if
heauenly
power
he
be
,
That
we
may
laude
and
praise
his
Deity
?
ROB.
Departed
on
a
suddaine
ere
we
know
,
To
whom
our
freedomes
,
and
our
liues
we
owe
!
CHA.
By
that
inscription
grauen
on
his
shield
,
We
may
perhaps
descry
him
in
the
campe
Cease
admiration
then
;
let
these
euents
,
Hasten
our
steps
backe
to
suruey
our
Tents
.
Enter
seuerally
GODFREY
,
and
TANCRED
.
TANC.
Godfrey
!
GODF.
Tancred
!
TANC.
Well
met
my
Lords
in
these
vnpeopled
paths
:
What
hath
your
loue
made
you
to
leaue
the
field
.
GODF.
Godfrey
ne're
dreamt
to
haue
met
with
Tancred
her
The
Lady
that
hath
fled
from
our
chaste
loue
,
(
Whom
Tancred
I
do
more
affectionate
,
Because
she
much
resembles
my
faire
sister
)
Hath
caused
me
so
much
to
forget
my selfe
,
And
play
the
wanderer
in
these
vnknowne
woods
.
soft
march
.
But
soft
,
that
drumme
should
speake
the
Pagans
tongue
:
I
feare
we
are
betrai'd
,
I
,
I
,
'tis
so
:
Tancred
,
we
are
round
compast
by
the
foe
.
SOLDAN
,
SOPHIE
,
and
Souldiers
,
encompasse
the
Christian
Princes
:
Enter
EVSTACE
,
and
set
them
free
.
EVST.
Thanke
me
for
this
;
for
,
next
th'Almighty
Powers
,
I
haue
bene
the
meanes
to
saue
your
desperate
liues
.
Now
,
Christian
Princes
,
I
am
quit
with
you
For
all
the
grace
you
haue
done
me
in
the
Campe
;
And
now
you
owe
me
for
my
banishment
.
And
though
you
haue
exil'd
me
from
your
Tents
,
You
haue
not
power
to
keepe
me
from
the
warres
.
Vpon
this
shield
I
beare
the
Grocers
Armes
,
Vnto
which
Trade
I
was
enrold
and
bound
:
And
like
a
strange
Knight
,
I
will
aid
the
Christians
,
Thou
Trade
which
didst
sustaine
my
pouerty
,
Didst
helpelesse
,
helpe
me
;
though
I
left
thee
then
,
Yet
that
the
world
shall
see
I
am
not
ingrate
,
Or
scorning
that
,
which
gaue
my
fortunes
breath
,
I
will
enlarge
these
Armes
,
and
make
their
name
The
originall
and
life
of
all
my
fame
.
But
I
am
tir'd
with
trauaile
,
Shield
lie
there
,
Oh
that
I
could
but
see
that
lusty
spirit
,
My
arch-foe
,
riuall
in
my
banishment
,
To
be
reueng'd
,
and
end
my
hostile
hate
!
I'le
dreame
I
fight
with
him
to
ease
my
spleene
,
And
in
that
thought
I
lay
me
on
this
Greene
.
Sleep
Enter
GVY
with
a
paper
and
his
Shield
.
GV.
Armes
ye
are
full
of
hope
and
sweete
successe
,
The
famous
Art
,
whose
honoured
badge
ye
are
,
First
,
when
I
liu'd
'mongst
London-prentises
,
Gaue
me
an
honest
and
a
pleasant
life
,
Now
in
these
woods
haue
won
me
fame
&
honour
:
And
I
haue
rescued
Princes
with
this
shield
:
And
Princes
are
indebted
to
these
Armes
.
And
if
I
liue
,
in
memory
of
this
Within
their
faire
Hall
shall
this
Scutchion
hang
,
Till
some
smoth
pen
Historifie
my
name
,
What
obiect's
that
?
A
Knight
a sleepe
or
dead
?
Oh
,
'tis
the
Basse
,
and
ground
of
all
my
hate
;
I'le
kill
the
villaine
:
Oh
dishonoured
thought
!
Art
thou
not
sonne
vnto
the
Bullen
Duke
,
And
canst
thou
hatch
dishonour
?
Arch-foe
liue
.
I
scorne
aduantage
,
should
I
fight
with
Mars
.
He
beares
this
shield
I
will
exchange
with
his
,
And
leaue
a
Motto
written
in
mine
owne
Shall
make
him
quake
to
reade
.
Be
swift
my
pen
,
T'affright
his
sence
when
he
shall
wake
againe
.
'Tis
done
.
Then
go
with
me
and
mine
stay
here
,
Which
in
despight
of
thee
,
base
Knight
,
I
weare
.
Exit
.
EVST.
The
houres
haue
ouer-runne
me
with
swift
pace
,
And
time
hath
fastned
to
him
swallowes
wings
.
Come
sword
,
come
Shield
;
but
soft
,
thou
art
a
stranger
,
And
pardon
me
good
shield
,
I
know
thee
not
.
What
haue
we
here
?
Aske
not
who
that
Shield
doth
owe
,
For
he
is
thy
mortall
foe
:
And
where
ere
he
sees
that
shield
,
Citty
,
Burrough
,
Groue
,
or
Field
▪
Hee
that
beares
it
,
beares
his
bane
,
By
his
hand
he
must
be
slaine
.
Thine
,
in
spight
of
thee
,
hee'le
beare
,
(
If
thou
dar'st
)
his
Scutchion
weare
.
Hee
writ
this
,
that
thy
shield
will
keepe
,
And
might
haue
slaine
thee
being
asleepe
.
'Tis
a
fine
fellow
;
by
this
light
,
hee
is
An
honest
Rogue
,
and
hath
a
good
conceite
.
Weare
it
?
I'le
weare
it
.
If
I
do
not
!
well
,
He
needed
not
to
haue
put
in
the
word
(
Dare
)
For
I
dare
:
dare
I
?
,
he
shall
see
I
dare
.
Belike
he
feares
I
dare
not
challenge
mine
.
Were't
fastned
to
the
arme
of
Beelzebub
,
I
would
fight
with
him
with
firebrands
for
my
shield
.
But
dares
he
weare
mine
?
On
my
life
he
dares
:
I
loue
him
like
my
brother
for
this
act
:
And
I
will
beare
this
shield
with
as
much
pride
,
As
sate
I
in
a
chariot
by
Ioues
side
.
Shine
bright
my
Stars
,
to
do
me
some
faire
grace
,
Bring
vs
to
meet
in
some
auspicious
place
.
Enter
the
Ladies
flying
,
purfued
by
the
Clowne
.
CLOVV.
Nay
you
cowardly
Lady
,
that
runne
away
from
the
Campe
,
and
dare
not
stand
to
it
,
I
am
glad
I
haue
light
on
you
;
choose
your
weapon
,
choose
your
weapen
;
I
am
a
Souldier
,
and
a
martiall
man
,
and
I
will
offer
you
the
right
of
Ar●
:
If
you
vanquish
me
,
I'le
be
your
captiue
,
if
you
be
ca●
downe
I'le
carry
you
backe
prisoner
.
FREN.
LAD.
I
weare
a
weapon
that
I
dare
not
draw
:
Fie
on
this
womanish
feare
,
what
shall
I
do
.
BELL.
Some
of
my
fathers
spirit
reuiues
in
me
▪
Giue
me
thy
weapon
,
boy
,
and
thou
shalt
see
,
I
for
vs
both
will
winne
sweete
liberty
.
CLOVV.
I
was
neuer
so
ouer-reacht
;
and
,
but
for
shame
,
and
that
I
am
a
man
at
armes
,
I
would
runne
away
,
and
take
me
to
my
legs
.
Haue
at
thee
sweete
Lady
.
As
they
fight
,
EVSTACE
comes
in
:
EVST.
Base
villaine
,
dar'st
thou
offer
violence
Vnto
a
Lady
;
stay
,
maintaine
thy
challenge
.
CLOVV.
You
thinke
you
haue
a
foole
in
hand
;
no
by
my
faith
,
not
I
.
If
you
haue
any
businesse
to
the
Campe
,
farewell
,
I
am
running
thither
as
fast
as
I
can
.
EVST.
Mount
vp
my
soule
,
vnto
the
heighth
of
ioy
!
Sauing
my
foe
,
whose
honoured
shield
I
beare
,
None
liuing
did
I
more
desire
to
meete
.
BELL.
Sauing
those
Christian
Lords
that
seeke
my
loue
None
liuing
did
I
more
desire
to
shunne
.
EVST.
Well
met
,
braue
Saint
,
in
these
vnpeopled
paths
,
Feare
no
rude
force
,
for
I
am
ciuill
borne
,
Descended
from
a
Princely
parentage
▪
And
though
an
exile
from
the
Christians
Campe
,
Yet
in
my
heart
I
weare
the
Crosse
of
CHRIST
,
Euen
in
as
deepe
a
crimson
as
the
best
.
Loue
me
,
though
I
am
Landlesse
,
and
remote
From
the
faire
clime
where
first
I
breath'd
this
aire
,
Yet
know
I
beare
a
Kingdome
in
this
sword
,
And
ere
I
die
,
looke
to
behold
this
Front
Empal'd
and
circled
with
a
royall
Crowne
.
BEL.
I
neuer
markt
this
Gallant
halfe
so
much
:
He
hath
my
brothers
eye
,
my
fathers
brow
,
And
he
is
Eustace
all
from
top
to
〈◊〉
.
EVST.
I
had
a
sister
,
Lady
,
with
that
red
,
That
giues
a
crimson
tincture
to
your
cheeke
,
With
such
a
hand
hid
in
a
gloue
of
snow
,
That
spake
all
musicke
,
like
your
heauenly
tongue
;
And
for
her
sake
,
faire
Saint
,
I
honour
you
.
BELL.
I
had
a
brother
,
had
not
the
rude
seas
Depriu'd
me
of
him
,
with
that
manly
looke
,
That
grace
,
that
courage
,
I
behold
in
you
.
A
Prince
,
whom
had
the
rude
seas
neuer
seene
,
Euen
such
another
had
yong
Eustace
beene
.
EVS.
Eustace
!
euen
such
an
accent
gaue
her
tongue
,
So
did
my
name
sound
in
my
sisters
mouth
,
Oh
Bella
Franca
,
were't
thou
not
obscur'd
Within
a
cloud
and
maske
of
pouerty
,
Such
fame
ere
this
had
thy
rare
vertues
wonne
,
Thus
had
thy
beauty
checkt
th'
all-seeing
Sunne
.
BELL.
It
is
my
brother
Eustace
.
EVST.
View
her
well
.
Imagine
her
but
thus
attir'd
,
and
shee
Would
Bella
Franca
,
and
my
sister
bee
.
BEL
But
strip
my
brother
from
his
Prentice
cote
,
His
cap
,
his
common
souldiers
base
disguise
:
Euen
such
a
Gallant
as
this
seemes
to
me
,
Such
would
my
brother
,
my
sweete
Eustace
be
.
EVST.
Sister
!
BELL.
Brother
!
EVST.
Make
me
immortall
then
,
by
heauen
I
vow
,
I
am
richer
then
the
Persian
Sophy
now
.
BELL.
All
Asia
flowes
not
with
more
plenteous
treasure
,
Then
I
,
to
embrace
my
brother
,
my
hearts
pleasure
.
How
did
you
scape
the
waues
?
EVST.
How
haue
you
past
The
perillous
Land
,
and
crost
the
Seas
so
vaste
?
BELL.
Where
are
my
brothers
,
Eustace
?
EVST.
Oh
,
those
words
,
Pierce
to
my
heart
like
Darts
,
and
pointed
swords
,
Omit
these
passions
,
sister
,
they
are
dead
.
But
to
forget
these
griefes
,
what
youth
is
this
?
FREN.
LAD.
Page
to
the
Prince
of
France
.
EVST.
'Tis
he
I
hate
,
As
chiefe
occasion
of
my
banishment
.
BEL.
Yet
,
my
sweete
brother
,
do
not
blame
the
youth
,
Full
well
he
hath
demean'd
himselfe
with
me
.
He
neuer
,
since
we
entred
in
these
woods
,
Left
me
in
my
distresse
;
when
we
alone
Sit
in
these
desarts
neuer
by
rude
force
Did
do
me
the
least
shame
,
or
violence
.
FREN.
LAD.
A
good
cause
why
I
leade
so
chaste
a
life
,
A
iealous
man
may
trust
me
with
his
wife
.
EVST.
Well
,
sirra
,
for
your
truth
and
honesty
I
pardon
thee
,
though
I
detest
thy
Lord
.
FREN.
LAD.
Then
let
me
change
my
habite
,
gentle
sir
,
Least
in
this
shape
I
chance
to
meete
my
Maister
.
Then
,
if
you
please
,
I'le
cloath
me
like
a
Lady
,
And
waite
vpon
your
sister
in
your
Tent
.
EVST.
Nay
,
if
it
please
thee
;
I
am
well
content
.
FREN.
LAD.
My
plot
is
good
;
well
,
howsoere
it
proue
,
'T
will
either
end
my
life
,
or
winne
my
loue
.
EVST.
Come
,
best
part
of
my selfe
,
we
now
will
goe
To
wayle
our
fortunes
,
and
discourse
our
woe
.
I
will
disguis'd
vnto
the
famous
siege
,
And
in
these
Armes
make
knowne
my
valours
proose
:
You
shall
in
secret
in
my
Tent
abide
.
I
to
atchieue
fame
will
my
spirits
employ
,
After
this
griefe
my
heart
diuines
much
ioy
.
Exit
▪
Enter
ROBERT
,
and
TANCRED
,
GODFREY
,
and
CHARLES
,
with
their
Shields
and
Scutchions
,
Drumme
and
Souldiers
,
GODFREYES
Shield
,
hauing
a
Maidenhead
with
a
Crowne
in
it
,
CHARLES
his
Shield
the
Haberdashers
Armes
.
ROB.
Behold
the
high
wals
of
〈◊〉
,
Which
Titus
and
Vespasian
once
brake
downe
:
From
off
these
Turrets
haue
the
ancient
Iewes
Seene
worlds
of
people
mustring
on
these
Plaines
.
Oh
Princes
,
which
of
all
your
eyes
are
dry
,
To
looke
vpon
this
Temple
,
now
destroy'd
.
Yonder
did
stand
the
great
Ichonahs
House
,
In
midst
of
all
his
people
,
there
he
dwelt
:
Vessels
of
gold
did
serue
his
Sacrifice
,
And
with
him
for
the
people
spake
the
Priests
.
There
was
the
Arke
,
the
Show-bread
,
Aarons
Rod
,
Sanctum
,
Sanctorum
,
and
the
Cherubines
.
Now
in
that
holy
place
,
where
GOD
himselfe
Was
personally
present
,
Pagans
dwell
.
False
Gods
are
reard
,
each
Temple
Idols
beares
.
Oh
who
can
see
this
,
and
abstaine
from
teares
?
GODF.
This
way
,
this
sacred
path
our
Sauiour
trode
,
When
he
came
riding
to
Hierusalem
,
Whilst
the
religious
people
spred
his
way
With
flowers
,
and
garments
,
and
Hosanna
cry'd
.
Yonder
did
stand
the
great
Church
,
where
he
taught
,
Confuting
all
the
Scribes
and
Pharisees
.
This
place
did
witnesse
all
his
miracles
:
Within
this
place
did
stand
the
iudgement
seate
,
Where
Pontius
Pilate
with
the
Elders
sate
,
Where
they
condemn'd
him
to
be
whipt
and
crown'd
,
To
be
derided
,
mockt
,
and
crucified
,
His
hands
bor'd
through
with
nailes
,
his
side
with
Speares
.
Oh
,
who
can
see
this
place
,
and
keepe
his
teares
?
CHA.
On
yond
side
of
the
Towne
he
died
for
vs
:
At
whose
departure
all
these
wals
did
shake
,
And
the
destroyed
Temples
vaile
did
rend
:
The
groues
are
to
be
seene
,
from
which
Ghosts
rose
,
There
stood
the
Crosse
,
there
stands
the
Sepulchre
:
The
place
still
beares
the
name
of
Dead
mens
bones
.
And
still
the
Tombe
our
Sauiours
Liuery
weares
.
What
eye
can
see
it
,
and
not
melt
in
teares
?
TAN.
No
souldier
but
shall
looke
with
reuerence
Vpon
these
faire
and
glorious
Monuments
.
To
sweare
,
or
speake
prophanely
,
shall
be
death
.
I
cast
my
heart
as
low
as
to
this
earth
,
And
wish
that
I
could
march
vpon
my
knees
,
In
true
submission
,
and
right
holy
zeale
.
Oh
since
our
warres
are
Gods
,
abandon
feares
,
But
in
contrition
weepe
repentant
teares
.
ROB.
Sound
a
Parlee
;
I
see
your
hearts
are
fir'd
,
Your
soules
with
victory
from
heauen
inspir'd
.
Sound
a
Parlee
.
Enter
vpon
the
walles
,
SOLDAN
,
SOPHY
,
TVRNVS
,
MORATES
.
Souldiours
.
Flourish
.
SOL.
Why
swarme
these
Christians
to
our
Citty
wals
?
Looke
(
forreiners
)
do
not
not
the
lofty
Spires
,
And
these
cloud-kissing
Turrets
that
you
see
,
Strike
deadly
terrour
in
your
wounded
soules
?
Go
Persian
,
flourish
my
vermillion
flag
,
Aduance
my
Standerd
high
,
the
sight
whereof
Will
driue
these
stragglers
in
disordered
rankes
,
And
in
a
hurly burly
throng
them
hence
.
PER.
SOP.
See
how
they
quake
,
to
view
our
martiall
looks
!
As
when
a
sturdy
Ciclops
reares
aloft
A
boisterous
Truncheon
'mongst
a
troupe
of
Dwarfes
.
GODF.
Soldan
and
Sophy
,
ye
damn'd
hel-hounds
both
,
So
quakes
the
Eagle
to
behold
a
gnat
,
The
Lyon
to
behold
a
Marmosat
.
I'le
beard
and
braue
you
in
your
owne
beliefe
,
As
when
the
heathen
God
,
whom
you
call
Ioue
,
Warr'd
with
the
Giant
,
great
Enceladus
,
And
flung
him
from
Olympus
two-topt
Mount
The
swaynes
stood
trembling
to
behold
his
fall
,
That
with
his
weight
did
make
the
earth
to
groane
.
So
,
Soldan
,
looke
,
when
I
haue
skal'd
these
wals
,
And
won
the
place
where
now
thou
stand'st
secure
,
To
be
hurl'd
head-long
from
the
proudest
Tower
,
In
scorne
of
thee
,
thy
false
gods
,
and
their
power
.
CHA.
We
will
assaile
you
like
rebounding
Rocks
,
Bandied
against
the
battlements
of
heauen
:
Wee'le
turne
thy
Citty
into
desart
plaines
:
And
thy
proud
Spires
that
seemes
to
kisse
〈◊〉
Cloudes
,
Shall
with
their
guilt-tops
paue
the
miry
streetes
,
As
all
too
base
for
vs
to
march
vpon
.
Seest
thou
this
sheild
,
how euer
this
deuice
Seemes
not
to
ranke
with
Empereurs
;
Soldan
,
know
This
shield
shall
giue
thy
fatall
ouerthrow
.
SOL.
Such
peales
of
Thunder
did
I
neuer
heare
,
I
thinke
that
very
words
these
wals
will
teare
.
GODF.
This
shield
you
see
,
includes
two
mysteries
;
A
Virgine
crown'd
it
is
the
Mercers
Armes
,
With
all
the
picture
of
my
loue
that's
fled
.
Both
these
I'le
grace
,
and
adde
to
them
thy
head
.
SOP.
Me thinkes
I
see
pale
death
flie
from
their
words
:
Their
speech
so
strong
;
how
powerfull
are
their
swords
!
CHA.
Since
first
I
bore
this
shield
I
quartered
it
With
this
red
Lyon
,
whom
I
singly
once
Slew
in
the
Forrest
;
thus
much
haue
I
already
Added
vnto
the
Haberdashers
Armes
.
But
ere
I
leaue
these
faire
Iudaean
Bounds
,
Vnto
this
Lyon
I'le
adde
all
your
Crownes
.
TVR.
Send
for
some
prisoners
,
martyre
,
torture
them
Euen
in
the
face
of
all
the
Christian
Hoast
.
SOL.
It
shall
be
so
Moretes
,
bring
them
forth
.
ROR.
No
drop
of
bloud
fals
from
a
Christian
heart
,
But
thy
hearts
bloud
shall
ransome
.
Enter
some
bringing
forth
old
Bullen
,
and
other
prisoners
bound
.
SOL.
Bring
them
forth
,
Deuise
new
tortures
:
Oh
for
some
rare
Artist
,
That
could
inuent
a
death
more
terrible
Then
are
the
euer
lasting
pangs
of
hell
.
OLD
BVL.
Oh
brethren
,
let
not
me
moue
you
to
ruth
:
Happy
is
he
that
suffers
for
the
truth
.
The
ioyes
to
come
exceed
the
present
griefe
;
Secure
your selues
,
for
CHRIST
is
my
reliefe
.
GODF.
Why
shrinks
the
warme
blod
from
my
troubled
heart
?
CHA.
Why
starts
my
haire
vp
at
this
heauy
sight
?
GODF.
Say
father
,
are
not
you
the
Bullen
Earle
?
OLD
B.
Faire
sonne
,
I
was
the
happen
Bullen
Earle
:
But
now
my
sonne
—
CHA.
Call
no
man
sonne
but
me
.
Father
,
my
sword
shall
winne
you
liberty
.
GODF.
Peace
forged
Bastard
whatsoere
thou
be
:
My
reuerend
father
,
call
none
sonne
but
me
,
For
in
this
sword
doth
rest
thy
liberty
.
CHA.
Such
mercy
,
as
my
sword
affoords
to
Paganes
,
He
findes
that
cals
me
bastard
;
I
am
Charles
,
Father
you
know
me
since
I
reskued
you
,
I
am
your
onely
sonne
,
the
rest
are
dead
.
OLD
BVL.
I
know
thee
Charles
.
GODF.
But
father
,
I
am
Godfrey
;
That
by
my
valour
haue
regain'd
your
right
:
Haue
got
your
Dukedome
from
th'insulting
French
,
And
am
my selfe
inuested
Bullens
Duke
.
OLD
B.
I
know
thee
Godfrey
..
CHA.
Godfrey
!
GODF.
Brother
Charles
!
The
confident
assurance
of
thy
death
,
Made
me
to
giue
the
lie
to
my
owne
thoughts
.
CHA.
The
selfe-same
strong
opinion
blinded
mee
,
Else
for
my
brother
I
had
challeng'd
thee
:
Brother
,
you
might
haue
knowne
me
by
the
Armes
Which
I
haue
borne
in
honour
of
my
Trade
.
GODF.
Ah
,
but
the
resolution
of
thy
death
Made
me
to
loose
such
thought
.
ROB.
Let
vs
reioyce
,
And
to
your
plausiue
fortunes
giue
our
voyce
.
GODF.
Prince
Robert
,
did
the
time
affoord
vs
leaue
,
We
would
discourse
the
summe
of
our
escapes
:
But
to
our
fathers
reskue
.
CHA.
Yeeld
him
slaues
.
SOL.
Tush
,
we
will
keepe
him
spight
of
all
your
braues
.
GODF.
Be
that
our
quarrell
.
CHA.
With
courage
,
courage
striues
,
We
fight
for
CHRIST
,
our
father
,
and
our
liues
.
SOP.
Here
stands
my
Ensigne
,
and
by
it
a
Crowne
,
That
you
shall
know
the
Persian
honourable
,
Sets
vp
his
Standard
&
Crowne
.
Hee
that
can
fetch
this
Ensigne
from
the
wals
,
(
Which
I
my selfe
will
guard
)
and
leaue
some
token
Behind
him
,
that
his
sword
hath
conquered
it
,
He
shall
enioy
them
both
.
SOL.
And
here
stands
mine
,
Set
vp
his
Standard
and
Crowne
.
The
Babylonian
Emperours
royall
Standard
.
By
it
I
plant
the
rich
Cicilian
Crowne
,
Guarded
by
me
and
my
all-conquering
troupes
.
He
that
but
leaues
a
note
he
hath
beene
here
,
And
scapes
vnslaine
,
although
he
winne
them
not
,
That
Christian
will
I
honour
.
ROB.
Drummes
,
alarum
.
SOL.
As
loud
and
proud
defiance
our
Drumme
sounds
.
GODF.
For
CHRIST
,
my
father
,
conquest
,
&
two
Crownes
:
Exeunt
.
Alarum
.
The
Christians
are
repulst
.
Enter
at
two
seuerall
dores
,
GVY
and
EVSTACE
climbe
vp
the
wals
,
beate
the
Pagans
,
take
away
the
Crownes
on
their
heads
,
and
in
the
stead
hang
vp
the
contrary
Shields
,
and
bring
away
the
Ensignes
,
flourishing
them
,
seuerall
wayes
.
Enter
SOLDAN
,
SOPHY
,
MORETES
,
TVRNVS
,
with
Souldiers
.
SOL.
Now
the
first
wall
is
wonne
,
the
Ensignes
seiz'd
,
The
Crownes
surpriz'd
,
the
Christians
haue
the
day
:
What
shall
we
leaue
the
Towne
?
ALL
.
I
,
leaue
the
Towne
.
SOP.
'Tis
best
,
'tis
best
to
take
vs
to
the
field
.
TVR.
I
thinke
'tis
best
that
we
make
good
the
breach
,
And
haue
no
thought
of
marching
towards
the
field
:
We
leaue
a
place
of
much
security
.
ALL
.
Why
then
make
good
the
breach
,
SOL.
It
shall
be
so
.
Gather
our
forces
to
make
good
the
breach
.
SOP.
Tush
,
why
should
we
be
pent
vp
in
a
Towne
?
Let's
ope
the
gates
and
boldly
issue
out
,
Leauing
some
few
Pikes
to
make
good
the
breach
.
What
say
you
Lords
?
LORDS
Then
let
vs
issue
out
.
ALL
.
Set
ope
the
gates
,
and
let
vs
issue
our
.
SOL.
And
to
expose
vs
to
the
generall
spoyle
.
Keepe
the
gates
shut
,
defend
them
manfully
.
These
Christians
fight
like
deuils
;
keepe
fast
the
gates
,
And
once
againe
let
vs
make
good
the
wall
.
ALL
.
Make
good
the
wals
,
make
good
the
wals
.
Enter
at
one
dore
ROBERT
and
CHARLES
,
they
meete
EVSTACE
with
his
Trophee
:
Enter
at
another
dore
GODFREY
TANCRED
,
they
meete
GVY
with
his
Trophee
.
ROB.
Triumphant
honour
houers
ore
our
Armes
What
gallant
spirit
brauely
hath
borne
hence
The
Emperours
Standard
,
slaughtered
his
proud
Guard
,
And
in
the
steed
thereof
hung
vp
his
Shield
?
EVST.
Witnesse
this
royall
Crowne
vpon
my
head
,
I
seiz'd
the
Ensigne
,
I
hung
vp
that
Shield
.
GODF.
What
puissant
arme
snatcht
hence
the
Sophies
Standard
?
GVY.
This
Crowne
vpon
my
head
,
sayes
it
was
I
.
CHA.
Forgetfull
Charles
,
braue
Robert
see
the
Knight
,
Whose
valour
freed
vs
from
the
Soldans
hands
.
ROB.
Renowned
Christian
,
euer
honoured
be
,
It
was
thy
sword
procur'd
vs
liberty
.
EVST.
By
heauen
not
I
,
I
neuer
came
in
place
,
Where
Robert
or
that
Gallant
were
distrest
:
But
there
are
others
thankelesse
,
whom
I
freed
,
And
now
too
proud
forget
that
honoured
deed
.
GODF.
'Twas
he
releast
vs
;
honoured
stranger
thankes
,
But
they
are
idle
offrings
from
true
hearts
.
Prince
Tancred
and
my selfe
,
owe
thee
our
liues
.
GV.
You
mock
me
Princes
,
neuer
did
my
sword
Drinke
drop
of
Pagans
bloud
to
set
you
free
:
But
Robert
and
that
Prince
vnthankfull
be
.
CHA.
Whose
shield
is
that
?
EVST.
Mine
.
CHA.
Then
to
you
we
owe
Thankes
for
our
liues
,
the
Pagans
ouerthrow
.
EVST.
The
shield
I
challenge
,
but
the
act
deny
,
I
neuer
gaue
you
life
or
liberty
.
GODF.
Whose
shield
is
that
?
GV.
Mine
.
GODF.
Then
by
thee
we
liue
,
Thou
didst
our
desperate
liues
and
freedome
giue
.
GV.
What
meane
you
Princes
to
deride
a
stranger
?
These
eyes
did
neuer
see
you
two
in
danger
.
EVST.
VVho
owes
that
sheild
?
GV.
I
:
and
who
owes
that
?
EVST.
I
.
GVY.
Thou
know'st
me
then
.
EVST.
Thankes
fortune
,
that
I
do
.
GV.
Haue
at
the
slaue
.
EVST.
Braue
foe
haue
at
thee
too
.
Fight
,
and
are
parted
by
the
Princes
.
GODF.
VVhat ere
your
quarrell
be
,
contend
no
more
He
drawes
his
sword
'gainst
me
that
fights
againe
:
For
I
am
foe
to
all
descension
.
CHA.
So
are
we
all
,
then
end
these
warres
in
words
,
The
Pagans
haue
employment
for
your
swords
.
EVST.
For
one
blow
more
,
take
here
my
Crowne
amongst
you
,
Now
that
my
spleene
is
vp
,
it
will
not
downe
,
I'le
giue
you
all
I
haue
for
one
bout
more
.
GV.
Lords
,
take
mine
too
:
by
heauen
I'le
pawne
my
life
Against
the
Soldans
head
,
to
bring
it
you
,
So
you
will
let
vs
try
this
maistry
.
ROB.
Kingdomes
nor
Crownes
can
hire
it
at
our
hands
,
It
shall
not
be
,
we
say
it
shall
not
be
.
VVhat
are
you
Lords
?
we
charge
you
by
his
honor
VVhom
in
your
outward
habite
you
professe
,
To
tell
vs
both
what
and
from
whence
ye
are
.
GV.
You
charge
vs
deepely
.
I
a
banisht
man
,
VVhom
you
for
mutiny
expulst
the
Camp
,
Yet
was
I
leader
of
ten
thousand
French
,
But
thought
by
you
vnworthy
of
these
warres
.
Since
my
exile
(
Prince
Robert
view
me
well
)
I
freed
you
two
from
base
captiuity
.
'Twas
I
that
brought
you
weapons
in
the
woods
,
And
then
you
term'd
me
some
Celestiall
power
,
But
being
now
in
safety
,
you
forget
Your
dangers
past
,
and
cancell
that
great
debt
.
EVST.
Nay
I
am
sure
you
long
to
know
me
too
.
I
am
your
Out-law
brother
,
one
of
your
Leaders
,
Banisht
with
him
:
that
from
the
Persians
rage
Freed
Tancred
,
and
that
valiant
man
at
Armes
;
How euer
now
they
can
forget
my
prowesse
.
What
need
you
more
,
I
am
he
that
wonne
this
Crown
,
And
from
these
high
wals
pluckt
that
Ensigne
downe
.
ROB.
You
haue
redeem'd
all
your
offences
past
,
Deseruing
best
in
this
society
:
But
when
you
freed
me
,
you
did
beare
that
shield
.
GV.
I
did
,
but
since
exchang'd
it
with
my
foe
.
GODF.
And
you
did
beare
that
shield
.
EVST.
True
,
I
did
so
.
Ah
had
I
bene
awake
,
thou
know'st
my
minde
,
Thou
hadst
writ
thy
ruin
in
bloud
.
GV.
Thy
words
are
mine
.
CHA.
Leaue
brother
Godfrey
,
&
the
Bullen
Duke
.
EVS.
How
!
GV.
VVhat
!
CHA.
Do
you
not
know
these
faces
?
GODF.
Brother
Charles
.
EVST.
Brother
!
GV.
Charles
!
GODF.
I'le
question
with
them
,
for
may
it
not
be
The
might
escape
the
seas
as
well
as
we
?
I
had
a
brother
,
sir
,
resembled
you
.
EVST.
I
had
a
brother
too
resembled
you
:
CHA.
The
Bullen
Duke
,
if
euer
you
haue
heard
Of
such
a
man
,
had
once
a
sonne
like
you
.
GV.
I
,
and
another
sonne
as
much
like
you
.
GODF.
My
brothers
name
was
Eustace
.
EVST.
Godfrey
mine
.
GV.
That
Duke
cal'd
his
sonne
Charles
.
CHAR.
Mine
cal'd
his
Guy
.
GODF.
My
brother
Eustace
!
EVST.
Godfrey
!
CHA.
Guy
!
GV.
And
Charles
!
ALL
.
Brothers
!
ROB.
This
accident
breeds
wonders
in
my
thoughts
.
GODF.
Oh
let
me
curse
that
head
that
enuied
thee
.
GV.
Nay
curse
my
heart
that
emulated
thee
.
EVST.
My
brother
Out-law
,
and
my
owne
true
brother
!
CHA.
For
euer
thus
let
vs
embrace
each
other
.
GODF.
When
I
was
cast
vpon
the
Bullen
Strand
,
I
thought
none
had
escapt
the
seas
but
I
.
GV.
When
I
was
throwne
vpon
the
French
Kings
Coast
,
I
thought
none
had
escapt
the
Seas
but
I
.
CHAR.
I
thought
the
seas
had
fauour'd
none
but
me
,
VVhen
I
attain'd
the
shores
of
Italy
.
EVST.
Ireland
tooke
me
,
and
there
I
first
toucht
ground
,
Presuming
that
my
brothers
all
were
drown'd
.
ROB.
Were
ye
the
foure
yong
London
Prentises
,
That
in
the
ships
were
wrackt
on
Goodwins
sands
?
Were
said
to
haue
perisht
then
of
no
repute
?
Now
come
the
least
of
you
to
leade
an
Hoast
,
And
to
be
found
the
sonnes
to
a
great
Duke
?
GODF.
Witnesse
my
shield
the
Trade
I
haue
profest
.
GVY.
Witnesse
my
shield
I
am
one
amongst
the
rest
.
CHA.
Witnesse
thou
mine
.
EVST.
And
witnesse
thou
for
me
.
ROB.
We
witnesse
all
your
martiall
chiualry
.
EVST.
And
now
my
foe-turn'd
brother
,
end
our
hate
,
And
praise
that
Power
Diuine
who
guides
our
state
.
GVY.
Diuide
we
hands
and
hearts
:
what
hatred
rests
,
Powre
out
in
Thunder
on
the
Pagans
crests
.
EVST.
Our
ioyes
are
not
at
full
,
they
shall
not
yet
Know
where
my
sister
and
their
loue
remaines
,
Vntill
these
warres
haue
end
.
Oh
had
our
God
Not
laid
our
fortunes
open
,
but
a
brother
Bene
brought
in
triumph
to
a
sisters
bed
,
Cloudes
of
despaire
had
maskt
our
Sunne
of
ioy
.
Yet
will
I
keepe
her
secret
,
and
the
rather
,
To
crowne
our
haps
when
we
haue
freed
our
father
.
Enter
TVRNVS
.
TVR.
Christians
once
more
defiance
in
my
tongue
,
Sounds
dismall
terrour
in
your
fearefull
eares
.
The
Princes
whom
I
serue
,
grieue
they
haue
mur'd
Such
an
huge
Army
in
a
wall
of
stone
,
And
they
are
thus
resolu'd
;
To
leaue
all
place
of
scorn'd
aduantages
,
And
in
a
pitcht
field
end
this
glorious
warre
.
Say
,
will
ye
meete
them
?
ROB.
Though
he
trust
his
strength
,
Yet
will
we
meete
his
forces
face
to
face
,
When
the
dry
earth
shall
quaffe
your
blouds
apace
.
GV.
And
tell
the
Soldan
from
a
Christian
Prince
,
That
wonne
from
him
these
colours
,
and
this
Crowne
,
In
that
pitcht
field
my
head
this
Crowne
shall
beare
,
And
skarfe-like
these
athwart
my
breast
I'le
weare
.
EVST.
This
for
the
Persian's
sake
I'le
weare
in
sight
,
And
vnder
his
owne
ensigne
this
day
fight
.
CHA.
Go
tell
the
Soldan
that
he
weares
my
Crowne
.
Fortune
hath
giuen
it
me
,
it
is
mine
owne
.
GODF.
If
thou
hast
more
to
say
concerning
warre
,
Omit
thy
braues
and
trifling
circumstance
:
Wee'le
meete
you
sooner
then
you
can
desire
.
Be
gone
,
be
gone
,
our
hearts
are
all
on
fire
.
TVR.
Braue
Lords
,
our
conquests
will
be
honourable
,
Because
we
haue
to
deale
with
honoured
foes
:
Our
pikes
stand
to
receiue
you
like
a
wood
,
Wee'le
flake
our
white
steeds
in
your
Christian
bloud
.
TAN.
Prepare
to
meete
them
,
and
appoint
our
powres
,
This
day
the
Citty
and
themselues
are
ours
.
ROB.
Thou
vnder
whom
we
fight
,
this
day
defend
vs
,
For
vnto
thy
protection
we
commend
vs
.
Exeunt
.
Enter
at
one
dore
with
Drum
and
Colours
,
SOLDAN
SOPHIE
,
MORETES
,
TVRNVS
,
and
Souldiers
.
SOL.
Great
Monarchs
,
Kings
,
and
Princes
of
the
East
,
Ye
come
t'encounter
with
a
valiant
foe
;
Such
as
haue
swomme
huge
Riuers
,
climb'd
the
Alpes
;
That
can
endure
sharpe
hunger
;
such
as
shrinke
not
To
haue
their
blouds
sod
with
the
dog
daies
heat
,
Nor
to
be
crudled
with
cold
Saturnes
rod
.
What
honour
were
it
for
an
Hoast
of
Giants
,
To
combat
with
a
Pigmee
Nation
?
No
,
Lords
,
the
foe
we
must
encounter
with
,
Is
full
of
spirit
and
maiesticke
spleene
,
Strong
,
hardy
,
and
their
hearts
inuincible
.
Destroy
these
,
and
you
winne
your selues
a
name
,
And
all
the
nations
of
the
earth
shall
feare
you
.
SOP.
The
more
renown'd
the
foe
is
,
the
more
famous
Shall
be
our
conquest
,
the
more
great
their
fall
.
Come
Lords
,
diuide
we
our
battalions
.
SOL.
Be
yours
the
Vaward
.
SOP.
I
will
giue
the
charge
.
SOL.
Turnus
,
haue
you
the
Rere-ward
.
I
the
battell
,
Moretes
,
thou
this
day
shalt
leade
the
horse
Take
thou
the
Cornet
,
Turnus
thou
the
Archers
,
Be
thine
the
Guidon
,
I
the
men
at
Armes
Be
mine
this
Ensigne
.
SOP.
Then
mount
our
Canons
,
let
our
flanking
peeces
Raile
on
the
Christian
Army
with
wide
mouthes
.
For
I
this
day
will
lead
the
forlorne
hope
,
The
Camisado
shall
be
giuen
by
me
.
TVR.
Already
they
haue
plac't
their
battery
,
Their
Ordinance
stand
fit
to
beate
the
Flankes
.
SOL.
My
Cannoniers
need
no
instruction
.
Come
,
let
vs
line
our
Pikes
with
Musketiers
,
And
so
attend
the
Christians
fatall
charge
.
Enter
marching
,
ROBERT
,
TANCRED
,
GODFREY
,
GVY
,
CHARLES
,
EVSTACE
,
Drumme
and
Souldiers
.
ROB.
Princes
,
this
day
we
are
espousd
to
death
:
A
better
place
to
die
in
,
then
this
vale
,
in
which
our
Sauiours
Sepulcer
remaines
,
What
man
in
all
our
Army
could
desire
?
Speake
,
how
haue
you
dispos'd
our
Officers
.
GODF.
Your
Grace
is
Captaine
Generall
of
the
Army
.
GV.
And
Godfrey
you
high
Marshall
,
and
Maister
of
the
Campe
,
And
as
assistants
you
haue
vnder
you
The
Serieant
Maior
,
Quarter-maister
,
Prouost
,
And
Captaine
of
the
Spyons
.
GODF.
My
brother
Guy
chiefe
Generall
of
the
Horse
To
serue
him
his
Lifetenant
Colonell
Captaines
and
Skout-maisters
.
EVST.
My
brother
Charles
Generall
of
the
Artilery
,
Vnder
him
his
Lifetenant
commissaries
of
Munitions
,
Gentlemen
of
the
Artilery
,
Colonell
of
Pyoners
,
Trench
Maisters
,
and
carriage
Maisters
.
CHA.
My
brother
Eustace
Treasurer
of
the
Campe
,
And
vnder
him
the
Auditors
,
Muster-maisters
,
&
Commissaries
.
EVST.
Prince
Tancred
is
our
Royall
Secretary
,
Without
whom
nothing
is
concluded
on
.
Thus
are
the
speciall
Offices
dispos'd
.
TAN.
Princes
,
what
order
take
you
for
the
assault
.
ROB.
One
halfe
maintaine
the
battry
beate
the
wals
,
Whilst
the
other
keepes
them
play
in
the
open
fields
.
GODF.
We
shall
not
need
to
blocke
the
breach
with
Forts
,
Victuals
and
forage
are
at
pleasure
ours
.
Stockadoes
,
Palizadoes
,
stop
their
waters
.
Bulwarkes
and
Curtaines
all
are
batterd
downe
And
we
are
safe
entrencht
by
Pyoners
.
Our
Case-mates
,
Caualiers
,
and
Counterscarfes
,
Are
well
suruei'd
by
all
our
Enginers
.
Fortifications
,
Ramparts
,
Parapets
;
That
we
at
pleasure
may
assault
the
way
,
Which
leads
vnto
the
gate
Antiochia
.
GV.
Whilst
you
intend
the
wals
,
shall
my
bard
horse
Giue
a
braue
onset
,
shiuering
all
their
Pikes
,
Arm'd
with
their
Greeues
and
Maces
,
and
broad
Swords
,
Proofe
Cuiraces
,
and
open
Burganets
.
CHA.
Yet
let
vs
looke
our
battell
be
well
man'd
,
With
shot
,
Bils
,
Halberds
,
and
proofe
Targettiers
.
EVST.
No
man
but
knowes
his
charge
.
Brothers
and
friends
,
See
where
they
stand
for
vs
;
this
night
shall
hide
All
their
bright
glory
which
now
swels
with
pride
.
SOL.
Christians
?
EVST.
Pagans
?
SOL.
Behold
our
Campe
.
ROB.
Soldan
,
suruey
o●s
too
.
SOL.
From
Ganges
to
the
Bay
of
Cal●
,
From
Turkey
and
the
three-fold
Arabie
:
From
Sauxin
Eastward
vnto
Nubia's
bounds
,
From
Lybia
and
the
Land
of
Mauritans
,
And
from
the
red
Sea
to
the
wildernesse
,
Haue
we
vnpeopled
Kingdomes
for
these
warres
,
To
be
reueng'd
on
you
base
Christians
.
ROB.
From
England
,
the
best
brood
of
martiall
spirits
,
Whose
wals
the
Ocean
washeth
white
as
snow
,
For
which
you
strangers
call
it
Albion
:
From
France
,
a
Nation
both
renown'd
and
fear'd
,
From
Scotland
,
Wales
,
euen
to
the
Irish
Coast
,
Beyond
the
pillars
great
Alcides
rear'd
,
At
Gades
in
Spaine
vnto
the
Pyrene
H●
,
Haue
we
assembled
men
of
dauntlesse
spirits
,
To
scourge
you
hence
ye
damned
Infidels
.
SOP.
Within
our
troupes
are
sturdy
bands
of
Moores
,
Of
Babylonians
,
Persians
,
Bactrians
,
Of
Grecians
,
Russians
,
of
Tartarians
,
Turkes
,
Euen
from
the
flouds
that
grow
from
Paradise
Vnto
this
place
where
the
Brooke
Kedron
runnes
.
GV.
Within
our
Troupes
are
English
,
French
,
Scotch
,
Dutch
,
Italians
of
Prince
Tancred's
Regement
.
Euen
from
the
Seas
that
wall
in
Albion
,
As
farre
as
any
Riuer
or
Brooke
runnes
,
That
Christian
〈◊〉
on
,
haue
we
people
here
,
TVR.
To
make
our
streetes
red
with
your
Christian
bloud
.
CHAR.
To
drowne
you
slaues
in
a
vermillion
floud
.
MOR.
To
burne
your
bodies
o're
your
Prophets
graue
.
EVST.
To
lead
your
Emperour
Captiue
like
a
slaue
.
SOL.
To
make
your
guide
trot
by
my
chariot
wheele
.
TAN.
To
lash
your
armour
with
these
rods
of
steele
.
SOP.
Then
to
●rpe
you
all
,
ye
Persian
powers
,
Assist
our
courage
,
make
the
conquest
ours
.
ROB.
God
match
thy
might
with
theirs
,
protect
vs
to
;
To
let
this
people
know
what
thou
canst
do
.
SOL.
A
charge
,
a
charge
,
raile
drummes
,
and
Cannons
rore
,
Christians
,
at
home
your
friends
abroad
deplore
.
GODF.
Christians
at
home
abroad
our
conquests
fame
;
Thou
God
of
Hosts
this
day
make
knowne
thy
name
.
Alarum
.
Ioyne
battell
:
The
Christians
are
beaten
off
.
The
Soldan
victoriously
leades
off
his
Souldiers
marching
.
Enter
CHARLES
and
GODFREY
with
Pistols
.
CHA.
Oh
God
,
that
multitude
should
more
then
manhood
,
That
we
should
thus
be
borne
downe
with
a
presse
,
Be
throng'd
and
shouldered
from
the
place
we
keepe
!
GODF.
For
euery
man
we
leade
,
the
foe
hath
ten
,
Their
weapons
tops
appeare
aboue
their
heads
,
In
as
thicke
number
as
the
spikes
of
graine
Vpon
a
well-til'd
land
:
they
haue
more
liues
,
Then
all
our
tired
armes
could
send
to
death
,
If
they
should
yield
their
bare
brests
to
our
swords
.
CHA.
What
should
we
do
?
we
are
encompast
round
,
Girded
with
thousand
thousands
in
a
ring
.
And
like
a
man
left
on
a
dangerous
rocke
,
That
waites
the
climbing
tide
rise
to
destroy
him
:
What
way
so
er'e
he
lookes
,
sees
nought
but
death
:
So
we
;
the
bloudy
tide
growes
vp
apace
,
Whose
waues
will
swallow
vs
and
all
our
race
.
Where's
Guy
and
Eustace
?
GODF.
Gone
to
scale
a
Tower
In
which
our
father
lies
:
Oh
I
did
see
them
Cut
downe
a
wood
of
men
vpon
the
suddaine
.
Their
swords
cut
lances
,
as
a
sithe
cuts
grasse
:
Their
valour
seemes
to
me
miraculous
.
Thou
Sauiour
of
the
world
,
whose
Crosse
we
beare
,
Infuse
our
hearts
with
courage
,
theirs
with
feare
.
Exeunt
.
Enter
SOLDAN
,
SOPHIE
,
and
Souldiers
.
Alarum
.
Enter
GVY
and
EVSTACE
with
their
father
.
EVST.
A
Syon
,
a
Syon
.
GV.
A
Ierusalem
.
EVST.
A
father
,
and
in
him
a
Crowne
of
ioy
.
GV.
A
Syon
,
a
Ierusalem
,
a
father
.
EVST.
Through
their
Decurians
,
centurions
and
Legion
,
Captaines
of
thousands
,
and
ten
thousands
guards
,
We
haue
ventured
euen
vpon
the
Cannons
mouth
,
And
scal'd
the
bul
warkes
where
their
Ordinance
plaid
.
The
strength
of
Armies
triumphes
in
those
Armes
,
We
haue
surpriz'd
the
Fortresse
and
the
Hold
:
My
shield
I
haue
had
cut
peece-meale
from
mine
arme
.
But
now
you
would
haue
taken
me
for
an
Archer
,
So
many
arrowes
were
stucke
heere
and
here
,
The
Pagans
thought
to
make
a
Quiuer
of
mee
.
Alarum
enter
Pagans
.
See
brother
,
how
the
foe
fresh
forces
gather
!
A
Syon
,
a
Ierusalem
,
a
father
.
Euery
one
by
turne
takes
vp
their
father
,
and
carries
him
:
Enter
the
two
brothers
,
they
aide
a●
second
them
.
And
with
a
shout
carry
him
away
,
Alarum
:
Enter
SOLDAN
,
SOPHIE
.
SOL.
An
Enginer
,
call
forth
an
Enginer
.
SOP.
Why
,
what
to
do
,
my
Lord
?
SOL.
I
▪
le
make
these
Turrets
dance
among
the
Clouds
,
Before
the
Christians
shall
inhabite
them
.
SOP.
Yet
there
is
hope
of
conquest
,
fight
braue
Soldan
.
SOL.
These
Christians
rage
,
like
spirits
coniur'd
vp
,
Their
thundring
Ordinance
spit
huge
clouds
of
fire
,
They
runne
against
the
wals
like
iron
rammes
,
And
beare
them
downe
afore
them
with
their
brests
.
SOP.
Fortune
thou
art
too
enuious
of
our
glory
,
Behold
the
two
great'st
Emperours
of
the
earth
,
The
Babylonian
Soldan
,
and
great
Sophy
;
Vnueile
thine
eyes
,
and
looke
vpon
our
fals
.
SOL.
Fortune
and
fate
,
and
death
,
the
diuell
and
all
,
Enter
Moretes
and
Turnus
▪
Oppose
themselues
against
vs
.
Now
what
newes
?
MOR.
Death
.
SOP.
VVhat
newes
bring'st
thou
?
TVR.
Confusion
,
SOL.
That
death
was
once
my
●aue
,
but
now
my
Lord
.
SOP.
Confusion
was
once
page
vnto
my
sword
.
Is
the
day
lost
?
TVR.
Lost
.
SOL.
Must
we
needs
despaire
?
MOR.
Despaire
.
SOL.
We
will
not
,
we
will
die
resoluedly
,
The
Palace
we
will
make
a
slaughter-house
,
The
streets
a
Shambles
,
Kennels
shall
runne
bloud
,
Downe
from
Mount
Syon
,
with
such
hideous
▪
noise
,
As
when
great
showres
of
waterfals
from
Hils
.
SOP.
Through
which
way
did
they
make
irruption
first
?
TVR.
Through
the
gate
,
cal'd
Antiochia
.
The
selfe-same
breach
that
Romane
Titus
made
,
When
he
destroy'd
this
Citty
,
they
burst
ope
.
SOL.
There
is
some
vertue
in
the
Crosse
they
weare
,
It
makes
them
strong
as
Lyons
,
swift
as
Roes
.
Their
resolutions
make
them
Conquerours
.
They
haue
tane
our
Royall
Standard
from
the
wals
,
In
place
whereof
they
haue
aduanc'd
their
Crosse
▪
SOP.
I
will
not
I
suruiue
so
foule
a
shame
,
Once
more
vnite
our
powers
,
(
I
meane
our selfes
)
For
all
powers
else
haue
fail'd
vs
;
brauely
fight
,
That
our
declining
sunne
may
make
there
night
!
Enter
the
foure
brethren
.
SOL.
Christians
,
base
Christians
,
heare
vs
when
we
call
,
Eternall
darkenesse
shall
confound
you
all
.
Alarum
.
The
foure
brethren
each
of
them
kill
a
Pagan
King
,
take
of
their
Crownes
,
and
exeunt
:
two
one
way
,
and
two
another
way
.
Retrait
.
Enter
ROBERT
,
TANCRED
,
GODFREY
,
GVY
,
CHARLES
,
EVSTACE
,
Old
Duke
,
Drumme
,
Colours
,
and
Souldiers
.
ROB.
Now
smoth
againe
the
wrinkles
of
your
browes
,
And
wash
the
bloud
from
off
your
hands
in
milke
:
With
penitentiall
praises
laude
our
God
,
Ascribe
all
glory
to
the
heauenly
Powers
,
Since
Syon
and
Hierusalem
are
ours
.
TANC.
We
do
abhorre
a
heart
pufft
vp
with
pride
,
That
attributes
these
conquests
to
our
strength
;
'Twas
God
that
strengthned
vs
and
weakned
them
,
And
gaue
vs
Syon
and
Hierusalem
.
GODF.
Thou
that
dost
muster
Angels
in
the
sky
,
That
in
thy selfe
hast
power
of
victory
:
Make
thy
name
shine
,
bright
as
the
noone-tide
Sun
,
Since
Syon
and
Ierusalem
are
won
.
OLD
D.
My
former
want
hath
now
sufficient
store
,
For
hauing
seene
this
,
I
desire
no
more
.
How
faire
and
smoth
my
streame
of
pleasure
runnes
,
To
looke
at
once
on
Syon
and
my
sonnes
!
GV.
Shoures
of
aboundance
raine
into
our
lips
,
To
make
repentance
grow
within
our
hearts
.
What
greater
earthly
blisse
could
heauen
powre
downe
,
Then
Syon
,
our
deere
father
,
and
this
Towne
?
CHA.
Then
to
confirme
these
conquests
God
hath
giuen
vs
,
Seal'd
with
the
bloud
of
Kings
and
Emperous
;
Let
vs
elect
a
King
,
that
may
maintaine
Our
honours
with
the
deaths
of
Monarches
slaine
.
EVST.
Call
forth
the
Patriarch
of
Ierusalem
,
His
right
hand
must
be
that
dignity
.
GODF.
With
teares
I
speake
it
,
lagging
in
the
traine
Of
the
distressed
Soldan
he
was
〈◊〉
.
ROB.
Prais'd
be
our
God
,
we
haue
reueng'd
his
death
.
Great
Potentates
consort
him
to
his
graue
.
CHA.
What
man
,
for
grauity
and
sanctity
,
May
we
thinke
worthy
of
this
honoured
place
?
ROB.
Whose
yeares
,
deuotion
,
and
most
sacred
life
,
Better
can
fit
that
holy
place
,
then
his
Whose
worthy
sonnes
haue
brought
to
end
these
warres
?
Princes
,
ioyne
hands
,
inuest
him
all
at
once
.
Flourish
.
OLD
D.
My
feruent
zeale
,
bids
I
should
not
deny
:
It
brings
my
soule
to
heauen
before
I
die
.
EVST.
But
Princes
,
whom
will
yee
elect
the
King
,
To
guard
this
Citty
from
succeeding
perill
.
GODF.
Robert
of
Normandy
.
ROB.
Oh
chose
Prince
Tancred
rather
,
TANC.
Too
weake
is
my
desert
,
and
I
refuse
it
.
EVST.
Then
put
it
too
most
voices
.
ALL
.
Robert
of
Normandy
.
ROB.
Princes
,
we
much
commend
you
for
your
loues
:
But
letters
from
England
tell
me
William's
dead
,
And
by
succession
left
the
Crowne
to
me
.
I
say
Prince
Godfrey
hath
deseru'd
it
best
.
TAN.
So
Tancred
sayes
.
ALL
.
And
so
say
all
the
rest
.
GODF.
Princes
,
ye
presse
me
downe
with
too
much
honors
,
And
load
a
soule
that
cannot
beare
them
vp
.
Disswade
me
not
,
no
counsell
I
will
heare
.
Behold
a
Crowne
which
Godfrey
meanes
to
weare
!
A
Crowne
of
Thornes
.
This
made
the
bloud
run
from
our
Sauiours
Brow
No
Crowne
but
this
can
Godfreyes
heart
allow
.
Prayers
are
my
pride
,
deuotion
drawes
my
sword
,
No
pompe
but
this
can
Bullens
soule
affoord
.
My
vow's
irreuocable
,
state
I
refuse
;
No
other
Crowne
but
this
will
Godfrey
chuse
.
TAN.
If
he
refuse
the
place
,
elect
Prince
Guy
;
Most
voices
;
shall
he
haue
the
Scepter
?
ALL
.
I
.
ROB.
Then
Crowne
him
straight
,
and
henceforth
let
his
name
Be
through
the
world
call'd
Guy
of
Lessingham
.
All
these
desire
it
,
I
consent
with
them
;
Long
liue
Prince
Guy
,
King
of
Hierusalem
.
Flourish
:
GV.
The
Crowne
is
burst
,
and
parted
from
my
head
;
I
feare
the
heauens
are
angry
with
your
choice
.
OLD
D.
Sonne
Guy
they
are
not
.
By
Diuine
instinct
The
heauens
haue
lent
me
a
Propheticke
spirit
.
This
she
wes
thy
troublous
raigne
,
mutines
from
farre
,
Shall
fright
thy
Townes
and
Prouinces
with
warre
.
GV.
If
it
be
nothing
else
,
Crowne
me
againe
,
We
haue
a
heart
our
Kingdome
to
maintaine
.
What
honours
do
my
brothers
heads
awaite
?
ROB.
Prince
Eustace
,
you
shall
weare
this
Crowne
of
State
,
Be
King
of
Sicil
and
command
that
Isle
.
Lord
Charles
,
the
crowne
of
Cyprus
longs
to
you
,
That
in
the
fight
the
King
of
Cyprus
slue
.
One
generall
voyce
at
once
proclaime
them
Kings
.
Flourish
.
CHA.
In
memory
of
this
solemnity
,
Here
will
I
leaue
this
Scutchion
borne
by
mee
:
That
in
what
coast
so
e're
my
bones
be
laid
,
This
shield
may
be
an
honour
to
my
Trade
.
EVST.
Mine
shall
hang
there
,
a
trophee
of
my
fame
,
My
Trade
is
famous
by
King
Eustace
name
.
GVY.
In
memory
a
king
hath
borne
this
shield
,
I
adde
these
Challices
to
this
Argent
Field
.
GODF.
In
honour
of
my
first
profession
That
shield
in
all
these
warres
by
Godfrey
borne
,
I
crowne
this
Maids
head
with
a
wreath
of
Thorne
.
OLD
D.
Oh
were
my
daughter
here
this
ioy
to
see
;
How
light
her
soule
!
how
glad
would
my
heart
bee
!
TANC.
VVould
I
had
now
my
loue
.
GVY.
Or
I
that
Dame
,
That
addes
to
beauties
sunne
a
brighter
flame
.
ROB.
VVere
the
faire
virgine
here
,
I
would
renowne
Her
glorious
beauty
with
the
English
Crowne
.
EVST.
Princes
,
Ile
fit
you
all
,
Lady
come
forth
.
Enter
BELLA
FRANCA
.
BELL.
The
louely
Princes
.
TAN.
Faire
Mistresse
!
CHA.
Lady
!
GODF.
Madame
!
GV.
Honoured
Saint
!
BELL.
Nay
pardon
me
,
loue
comes
not
by
constraint
.
But
Princes
,
will
you
grant
me
patience
,
Before
I
part
,
I
meane
to
please
you
all
.
First
holy
Patriarch
,
tell
me
of
all
others
,
Whom
in
the
world
you
most
desire
to
see
.
OLD
D.
My
daughter
.
BELL.
Prince
Godfrey
,
Charles
and
Eustace
,
whom
say
you
?
ALL
.
Next
your selfe
our
sister
.
BELL.
And
whom
you
?
TAN.
My
loue
.
BELL.
Who's
that
?
TANC.
Your
honoured
selfe
faire
Maid
.
BELL.
Nay
,
I'le
make
good
the
words
that
I
haue
said
.
Father
,
I
giue
a
daughter
to
your
hand
:
Brothers
,
behold
,
here
doth
your
sister
stand
.
Tancred
behold
the
Lady
you
once
ceas'd
,
Onely
I
leaue
Prince
Robert
here
displeas'd
.
OLD
D.
My
daughter
Bella
Franca
!
BRO.
Sister
!
TANC.
Loue
!
OLD
D.
I
am
to
happy
,
and
too
full
of
ioy
.
Heauen
powres
on
me
more
good
then
I
can
beare
:
I
that
before
was
steru'd
,
now
surfet
here
.
ROB.
Princes
,
and
Lady
,
nothing
can
displease
vs
,
For
we
pertake
in
all
this
glad
content
,
And
with
applause
reioyce
this
accident
.
Tancred
reioyce
,
your
loue
,
and
you
your
friends
,
Where
you
beginne
with
marriage
,
our
loue
ends
.
Kings
,
&
kings
Peeres
,
to
heauen
ascribe
the
glory
,
Whilst
we
to
Chronicles
report
this
story
.
GV.
Make
loue
vnto
my
sister
!
'tis
most
strange
,
Now
Guy
I
would
thy
hadst
thy
French
loue
here
.
My
heart
should
grant
her
what
I
then
refus'd
.
Now
hauing
got
this
state
of
dignity
,
I
grieue
that
I
haue
so
obdurate
beene
,
But
for
amends
would
make
her
Syons
Queene
.
EVST.
And
well
remembred
brother
,
I
must
now
Entreate
you
for
a
pretty
boy
your
Page
,
That
hath
on
some
occasion
stray'd
from
you
.
GV.
Oh
brother
,
where's
the
villaine
?
EVST.
Pardon
him
,
and
I
will
tell
you
.
GV.
Great
were
th'offence
,
I
would
not
cleare
for
you
.
EVST.
The
poore
boy
,
brother
,
stayes
within
my
Tent
,
But
so
disguis'd
you
cannot
know
him
now
,
For
hee's
turn'd
wench
:
and
but
I
know
the
wagge
,
To
be
a
ioy
,
to
see
him
thus
transform'd
,
I
should
haue
sworne
he
had
bene
a
we●
indeed
.
GV.
Pray
,
let
me
see
him
,
brother
in
that
habite
,
I
would
not
loose
the
villaine
for
more
gold
,
Then
Syon
would
be
sold
for
;
he
will
blush
To
be
tane
tardy
in
his
Maids
attire
.
EVST.
You
haue
pardoned
him
?
GV.
I
haue
.
EVST.
Then
lacke
appeare
:
Enter
the
French
Lady
.
Nay
blush
not
to
be
in
your
womans
geere
.
GV.
Leape
heart
,
dance
spirit
,
be
merry
iocund
soule
,
'Tis
she
vndoubtedly
.
FREN.
LAD.
You
know
me
then
!
GV.
I
do
,
'twas
that
disguise
,
That
all
this
while
hath
blinded
my
cleere
eyes
.
EVST.
Fie
,
are
you
not
asham'd
to
kisse
a
boy
,
And
in
your
armes
to
graspe
him
with
such
ioy
?
GV.
She
is
no
boy
,
you
do
mistake
her
quite
.
EVST.
A
boy
,
a
Page
,
a
wagtaile
by
this
light
.
VVhat
say
you
sister
?
BELL.
Sure
he
told
me
so
,
For
if
he
be
a
maide
,
I
made
him
one
.
EVST.
Do
not
mistake
the
sex
man
,
for
he's
none
,
It
is
a
rogue
,
a
wag
,
his
name
is
Iack
,
A
notable
dissembling
lad
,
a
Crack
.
GVY.
Brother
,
'tis
you
that
are
deceiu'd
in
her
,
Beshrew
her
,
she
hath
beene
my
bedfellow
A
yeare
and
more
,
yet
I
had
not
the
grace
.
Brothers
receiue
a
sister
;
reuerent
father
Accept
a
daughter
,
whilst
I
take
a
wife
,
And
of
a
great
Kings
daughter
make
a
Queene
.
This
is
the
beauteous
virgin
,
the
French
Lady
,
To
whom
my
fortune
still
remaines
in
debt
.
EVST.
A
Lady
,
then
I
cry
you
mercy
brother
,
A
gallant
Bride
would
I
had
such
another
.
FREN.
L.
A
wondrous
change
!
she
that
your
Page
hath
beene
Is
now
at
length
transform'd
to
be
your
Queene
.
Pardon
me
Guy
,
my
loue
drew
me
along
,
No
shamelesse
lust
.
GVY.
Faire
Saint
,
I
did
you
wrong
.
If
fortune
had
not
bene
your
friend
in
this
,
You
had
not
laine
thus
long
without
a
kisse
.
Father
,
embrace
her
;
brothers
;
sister
,
all
.
OLD
D.
This
fortune
makes
our
ioyes
meere
comicall
.
The
fame
of
our
successe
all
Europe
rings
:
The
father
,
Patriarch
,
sees
his
sonnes
all
Kings
.
ROB.
The
heauens
are
full
of
bounty
;
then
braue
Princes
,
First
in
the
Temple
hang
these
Trophies
vp
,
As
a
remembrance
of
your
fortunes
past
.
You
good
old
father
,
weare
your
Patriarchs
Roabes
,
Prince
Godfrey
,
walke
you
with
your
Crowne
of
Thorns
;
Guy
with
his
Lady
;
Tancred
with
his
wife
:
Charles
with
his
Crowne
of
Cyprus
,
and
yong
Eustace
Crown'd
with
the
rich
Sicilian
Diadem
;
I
with
the
honour
of
the
Pagans
deaths
.
So
in
Procession
walke
we
to
CHRISTS
Tombe
,
With
humble
hearts
to
pay
our
Pilgrimes
vowes
.
Repaire
we
to
our
Countries
,
that
once
done
,
For
Syon
and
Ierusalem
are
wonne
.
Exeunt
Omnes
.
FINIS
.