ACTUS
TERTIUS
.
Enter
Almona
and
Lenon
,
being
throwne
by
David
.
Almon.
No
more
,
no
more
,
your
words
are
feathers
For
the
winde
to
play
with
.
Lenon
.
Will
you
not
joyne
with
me
to
be
reveng'd
?
When
was
it
knowne
that
Lenon
and
Almona
Parted
with
victories
tryumphant
,
which
now
flies
With
a
disdain'd
applause
from
us
unto
a
stranger
?
When
did
these
Bulwarks
which
hath
stood
till
now
The
shock
of
all
the
Knights
our
parts
hath
seene
,
Ere
shrinke
under
the
sinews
of
an
Army
?
Al.
Why
now
,
just
now
we
have
;
Have
we
not
still
by
daring
challenges
oppos'd
our selves
The
round
worlds
opposites
?
Have
not
our
prowesses
In
stately
lifts
tost
up
the
golden
ball
,
and
wonne
it
?
Is
not
bright
honour
free
in
Princes
Courts
?
We
have
o'recome
,
and
now
we
are
o'recome
,
And
shall
we
envie
what
we
ever
loved
,
And
were
lov'd
for
?
so
thinkes
the
Adder
,
When
his
sting
is
gone
,
his
hissing
has
the
power
to
venome
too
.
Cast
off
that
coate
,
it
not
becomes
thee
Lenon
;
'Twill
weare
thy
honour
thread-bare
to
the
bones
,
And
make
death
seize
on
thee
with
infamy
.
Le.
Let
Death
come
how
he
will
,
And
doe
you
tamely
suffer
what
you
will
,
This
Brittish
Knight
shall
never
boast
in
Wales
,
That
ere
he
triumpht
Victor
over
me
.
Al.
Another
charge
:
A
charge
and
a
shout
cry
Arbasto
.
What
over
desperate
and
life-weary
foole
Dares
meete
the
couched
Lance
of
this
brave
Knight
,
Seeing
the
foyle
we
tooke
?
Le.
The
cry
went
in
our
Prince
Arbasto's
name
:
Hearke
another
charge
gives
'em
a
second
meeting
:
'Tis
well
he
kept
his
saddle
at
the
first
:
A
charge
,
a
cry
Arbasto
.
Looke
to
the
Prince
there
some
,
and
take
him
:
For
falne
I'me
sure
he
is
before
this
time
.
Al.
I
now
admire
and
love
this
venture
in
him
:
Well
done
young
twig
of
a
most
Royall
bough
,
Thou
hast
wonne
our
losses
,
which
we
must
allow
.
Le.
Heark
,
the
third
charge
is
begun
.
A
charge
,
a
crye
,
save
the
Prince
.
Al.
I
doe
not
like
that
sound
,
what ever
accident
Betides
,
Arbasto
hath
not
lost
but
wonne
renowne
:
Now
,
what
newes
bringst
thou
?
Enter
Messenger
.
Mes.
Set
ope
your
eares
to
entertaine
sad
news
,
I
sing
the
latest
Requiem
of
our
Prince
,
hee's
slaine
.
Al.
Falne
I
beleeve
,
but
yet
I
hope
not
slaine
.
Le.
This
whet-stone
makes
revenges
edge
more
keene
:
Goe
forward
good
mischance
.
Mes.
Twice
met
this
brave
young
Prince
the
Brittish
Knights
,
And
bore
his
body
stiffe
against
his
shock
,
Vnmov'd
of
either
stirrop
or
of
saddle
,
Their
shiver'd
Launces
quarrell'd
as
they
brake
,
And
as
they
upward
flew
,
clasht
strong
together
,
And
he
unmov'd
,
undanted
twice
appear'd
As
faire
for
Victor
as
his
stout
opponent
,
And
had
he
rested
there
,
he
had
equall
shar'd
The
dayes
bright
honour
with
him
.
Le.
Well
,
the
disaster
.
Mes.
Bowing
his
plumed
head
unto
his
Syre
,
Who
sent
him
smiles
of
joyes
incouragement
,
Addrest
him
for
the
third
,
and
last
Careere
:
The
Christian
Knight
likewise
'gan
couch
his
Lance
,
But
as
he
graspt
it
in
his
manly
fist
,
An
angry
fire
circled
about
his
eyes
,
And
from
the
furrows
of
his
browes
Revenge
Leapt
forth
,
and
seizes
on
the
Prince
:
They
charg'd
,
he
fell
,
and
in
the
fall
his
neck
He
broke
;
so
ends
my
heavy
Nuntius
.
Both
.
The
Prince
!
Al.
So
Honour
sprung
a
bud
,
and
blasted
it
Before
it
grew
to
his
maturity
;
Noble
Prince
,
I
pitty
thy
misfortune
,
more
,
the
Knights
;
And
I
for
this
condemne
nimble
mischance
,
But
not
the
Knight
at
all
.
Le.
Murderous
villain
,
if
my
braines
can
invent
torture
Sufficient
,
sufficient
;
here
begins
thy
hell
,
And
I
thy
first
devill
.
Al.
And
I
will
second
be
how
to
prevent
yee
.
Enter
the
King
of
Tartary
,
two
Knights
in
armour
,
the
body
of
the
Prince
Arbasto
in
a
Herse
.
King
.
Set
downe
the
broken
columne
of
mine
age
,
The
golden
Anchor
,
Hope
,
once
shewed
to
me
,
Hath
split
and
sunke
the
vessell
held
my
wealth
:
Oh
my
Arbasto
.
Alm.
Take
comfort
Royall
sir
,
Fame
stories
few
are
living
;
more
the
dead
,
Death
hath
but
rockt
him
then
on
honours
bed
:
Then
let
him
sleepe
.
King
.
Hee's
a
good
Physitian
that
can
quite
kill
griefe
,
That
hath
but
newly
made
his
patient
of
me
:
Teares
must
give
vent
first
to
the
oppressed
heart
,
And
Time
lay
drawing
plaisters
to
the
sore
,
Before
he
can
find
ease
,
but
yet
I
thanke
yee
.
Le.
Most
Noble
Sir
,
Teares
shews
effeminate
in
noble
spirits
,
Those
aged
sluces
want
that
Raine
that
falls
,
Bewaile
him
not
with
teares
,
but
with
revenge
;
If
drops
must
needs
be
spilt
,
let
'em
be
blood
.
His
blood
that
wilfully
sheds
blood
,
The
Law
of
Nations
wisely
did
allow
All
Iusts
and
Turnaments
in
Princes
Courts
,
For
honours
cause
to
breake
a
friendly
staffe
,
But
not
to
make
a
butchery
or
shambles
in
Court
lists
:
Therefore
if
I
might
of
his
jury
be
,
My
Verdict
should
be
given
up
,
he
must
dye
.
Alm.
Lord
Lenon
,
'tis
most
certaine
he
must
dye
:
I
love
my
Soveraigne
well
,
I
lov'd
his
sonne
,
But
dare
not
say
that
he
deserves
to
dye
:
This
stranger
here
,
came
here
in
honours
cause
,
Stak't
honour
downe
,
and
bravely
bore
it
hence
:
Your selfe
,
silence
but
envies
tongue
,
can
witnesse
with
me
,
I
have
spoke
but
truth
:
where
lives
the
Noblenesse
But
in
the
minde
?
wild
beasts
have
strength
,
irrationall
And
rude
,
but
want
the
sence
of
reasons
government
:
Let
rage
hot
raines
bite
upon
temperance
:
The
Iron
handed
Fates
warres
hard
at
game
,
And
threw
a
cast
at
brave
Arbastoes
life
;
But
let
your
sentence
passe
my
Lord
,
ha'
done
,
Len.
Spoke
like
no
lover
of
his
Soveraignes
sonne
Alm.
Reply'd
not
like
a
lover
unto
either
:
Your
valours's
horse-like
,
and
it
must
be
tam'd
,
Len.
Twill
breake
the
Riders
necke
dares
but
to
back
him
.
King
.
Forbeare
I
say
,
on
your
allegeance
:
Had
my
Arbasto
dyed
in
our
defence
,
Against
the
pride
of
the
hot
Persian
Host
,
That
seekes
to
pale
his
Temple
with
our
wreath
,
And
name
Tartary
new
Persia
,
Our
cares
had
beene
but
slight
,
but
in
a
friendly
Breathing
exercise
,
when
honor
goes
a
feasting
but
for
shew
,
A
jesting
practice
in
the
Schoole
of
Armes
,
There
for
to
lose
him
.
Len.
An
ill
intent
arm'd
Executions
hand
.
King
.
I
know
not
that
;
why
should
he
ruine
him
,
Shewing
more
kind
innated
friendship
to
him
,
Than
brother
shewes
to
brother
.
Len.
Remus
and
Romulus
,
my
Lord
,
one
suckt
more
Harder
on
the
Wolfe
than
tother
,
Thinke
what
a
game
Hope
lost
.
Alm.
Upon
my
soule
,
my
Lord
,
the
Knight
is
cleare
Of
any
foule
intent
against
your
sonne
.
Len.
Why
Almaine
,
Almaine
,
dare
you
stand
to
this
?
Alm.
Lenon
I
dare
,
and
in
thy
venome
blood
write
He's
not
guilty
.
King
.
No
more
I
say
,
upon
your
lives
no
more
:
Too
hard
it
is
for
me
to
give
a
true
descidence
to
the
cause
,
The
Knight
was
ever
courteous
,
faire
,
and
free
,
And
'gainst
the
Persian
in
my
just
defence
,
Ransom'd
my
sonne
from
multitudes
of
losse
,
And
brought
home
conquest
to
our
very
gate
,
I
cannot
then
in
honour
take
his
life
,
Our
neighbour
Kings
would
say
,
I
dealt
not
faire
,
And
quite
disclaime
in
us
all
brother-hood
:
To
banish
him
,
were
but
the
more
to
enlarge
his
fame
;
All
kingdomes
are
but
Knight
errands
native
home
.
Len.
In
private
be
it
spoke
my
Liege
,
I
like
not
Almonas
love
to
this
same
Knight
:
It
little
shewes
love
to
the
deceased
Prince
:
What
was
he
but
a
young
strait
tender
plant
;
The
sturdy
Oke
might
well
have
spar'd
him
then
:
His
toward
hopes
were
ruin'd
and
cut
downe
:
Had
he
done
this
in
any
other
Court
,
to
any
Prince
So
toward
as
your
Sonne
,
he
had
ere
this
beene
attomes
:
Your
sonne
has
suffer'd
,
let
him
suffer
too
,
Who ever
wilfully
committed
murther
,
And
was
without
excuse
?
but
can
that
save
?
No
more
should
this
my
Liege
,
I
have
but
said
.
King
.
And
wisely
Lenon
,
goe
bring
forth
the
Knight
;
We
are
determin'd
that
he
shall
not
live
;
Exit
for
him
.
Nor
shall
he
suffer
here
within
our
Courts
,
Wee'le
kill
him
in
a
nobler
gentile
way
:
O
here
he
comes
.
Enter
Knight
bound
.
Alm.
You'r
gone
;
false
Lenon
hath
betraid
yee
to
your
death
.
David
.
Welcome
my
Fate
.
King
.
Sir
Knight
,
you
have
not
fairely
dealt
with
us
;
Though
'gainst
my
foes
you
brought
me
honour
home
,
My
deare
sonnes
life
you
have
tooke
for
your
reward
;
But
you
shall
finde
'tis
treasure
stole
,
not
bounty
given
,
And
for
that
theft
your
life
must
satisfie
.
David
.
King
of
Tartary
,
heare
sad
David
speake
.
Len.
Now
the
excuse
my
Lord
.
David
.
Those
honours
I
have
brought
you
home
,
It
seemes
this
accident
hath
cancel'd
,
And
stifles
all
my
merits
in
your
love
:
Yet
let
'em
hang
like
pendants
on
my
herse
,
That
I
did
love
the
unfortunate
deceas'd
,
These
drops
of
teares
,
true
sorrowes
,
testifie
;
And
what
hath
happend
to
that
lifes
deare
losse
,
Was
not
by
will
,
but
fatall
accident
:
I
hold
my
hand
up
at
the
hand
of
heaven
,
not
guilty
:
King
,
thinke
not
I
speake
to
have
thee
spare
my
life
,
For
halfe
my
life
lies
dead
there
with
thy
Sonne
,
And
here
the
other
halfe
is
ready
too
,
to
testifie
,
How
well
I
lov'd
the
Prince
,
though
now
I
dye
.
Lenon
.
A
Heads
man
and
an
Axe
there
.
King
.
For
him
that
calls
him
.
Alm.
I
that
was
well
said
King
;
Spannell
no
more
.
King
.
Thy
hand
once
more
brave
English
Knight
,
We
are
at
peace
,
and
will
not
what
we
may
:
But
let
me
now
one
thing
enjoyne
you
to
,
Not
as
a
pennance
for
my
deare
sonnes
losse
,
But
as
a
further
safety
of
my
Kingdome
,
And
larger
interest
of
your
love
to
me
.
David
.
Give
me
the
danger
,
I
can
meet
but
death
.
King
.
My
hopes
are
better
of
thee
,
noble
Knight
;
Heare
then
thy
taske
,
thou
shalt
then
hence
In
Knightly
order
ride
,
'gainst
him
,
not
onely
Aided
Persia
'gainst
our
power
,
but
shakes
our
Kingdome
with
the
power
of
hell
,
blake
Ormandine
,
The
inchanted
Garden-keeper
;
if
that
thou
dar'st
Attempt
,
and
bring
his
head
,
I
will
not
onely
Quittance
this
mischance
,
which
makes
me
wretched
,
But
halfe
my
part
of
this
large
Crowne
Is
thine
,
and
when
I
dye
,
David
of
Wales
reignes
King
of
Tartary
;
Speake
comfortable
words
of
the
attempt
.
David
.
It
is
the
oath
of
Knight-hood
I
have
tane
,
and
here
Againe
before
you
I
will
take
,
from
hence
being
parted
,
ne're
to
make
stay
more
than
a nights
Repose
till
I
am
there
,
and
being
there
,
By
all
the
honours
of
a
Knight
I
vow
Blacke
Ormandines
head
,
and
lay
it
at
your
feete
:
This
,
by
the
honour
of
a
Knight
,
Ile
do
,
or
dye
in
the
attempt
.
King
.
'Tis
enough
;
rise
noble
David
,
So
,
now
shall
I
be
reveng'd
for
my
sonnes
life
,
Without
the
clamour
of
the
world
for
it
:
Thou
bring
his
head
,
poore
Knight
,
thou
maist
as
well
Rob
love
of
lightning
,
or
claspe
a
hand
Garnado
,
Being
fir'd
:
to morrow
morning
you
shall
forward
set
;
On
with
the
Herse
till
you
returne
We
sorrowes
path
shall
tread
,
And
bury
griefe
when
thou
bringst
Armands
head
.
A
dead
March
within
.
Exeunt
.
Chorus
.
Our
Brittaine
Knight
we
leave
in
his
hard
journey
But
more
hard
attempt
,
yet
all
the
other
have
not
idle
beene
,
For
since
their
parting
at
the
brazen
Piller
,
Each
hath
shar'd
strange
and
perillous
adventures
,
Which
here
in
severall
acts
to
personate
,
would
in
the
Meanest
fill
a
larger
Scene
than
on
this
Stage
An
Action
would
containe
;
But
to
the
shortnesse
of
the
time
wee'le
sort
,
Each
Champion
in't
shall
beare
a
little
part
Of
their
more
larger
History
:
Then
let
your
fancies
deeme
upon
a
stage
,
One
man
a
thousand
,
and
one
houre
an
age
.
And
now
with
patience
beare
your
kind
attents
to
the
Red
Crosse
bearer
,
English
George
,
your
high
renowned
Knight
,
who
since
the
hand
of
Christendome
parted
her
Seven
faire
Knights
,
the
dangers
he
hath
seene
and
past
,
Would
make
the
brightest
day
looke
pale
and
tremble
,
Nay
death
himselfe
,
that
ends
mortality
,
To
thinke
of
death
,
and
that
himselfe
must
dye
.
After
renowned
George
from
the
fell
Dragons
jawes
,
Redeem'd
Sabrina
,
Pomils
onely
heire
,
with
slaughter
Of
the
Hell-produced
fiend
;
his
wife
he
wonne
,
Had
Pomil
promise
kept
;
but
in
a
large
requitall
Of
her
life
,
incens'd
by
the
Moroco
King
,
our
Champions
rivall
,
Cast
George
in
prison
,
in
a
hatefull
Dungeon
;
He
that
deserv'd
his
Crowne
,
and
daughters
bed
,
He
ingratefully
with
branne
and
water
fed
7
years
together
,
Which
time
expir'd
,
the
miserable
Knight
found
once
That
opportunity
shewed
him
a
little
favour
,
For
by
the
breaking
of
the
Iailers
neck
,
He
gaind
the
keyes
which
gave
him
liberty
:
When
being
freed
,
and
out
of
dangers
port
,
You
his
kind
Countrymen
shall
see
For
Englands
honour
,
Georges
Chivaldry
.
Enter
Clowne
like
a
poore
shepheard
.
Clow.
Oh
most
astonishable
hunger
!
thou
that
dost
pinch
worse
than
any
Fairies
,
or
the
gummes
of
old
women
:
thou
that
dost
freeze
the
mortall
gouts
of
a
man
more
than
the
Rozom'd
stick
of
a
Base
Violl
,
what
shall
be
said
?
what
shall
be
done
to
thee
?
Oh
my
glorious
Mother
,
what
a
time
of
eating
had
I
in
thy
dayes
,
nay
,
my
magnanimous
Master
,
whom
I
lost
in
the
devils
arse
of
Peake
:
what
a
plentifull
progresse
had
I
with
thee
,
when
we
did
nothing
but
kill
Gyants
and
wild
beasts
,
then
the
golden
gobbets
of
Beefe
and
Bacon
,
whose
shining
fat
would
cry
clash
in
spight
of
my
teeth
,
now
I
may
compare
with
Ploydens
law
,
the
case
is
alter'd
;
A
shepheard
,
a
sheep-biter
;
nay
,
I
were
happy
then
,
I
would
wish
no
better
bitings
than
Mutton
;
the
Cobs
of
Herring
,
and
parings
of
Cheese
is
now
a
Sundayes
dyet
,
and
yet
they
cry
out
of
my
abhominable
feeding
,
my
unsatisfied
gut
,
with
a
Wolfe
at
the
end
on't
:
I
have
eate
up
my
Tarrebox
for
hunger
already
,
what
will
be
next
troe
?
Soft
,
who
comes
here
,
my
fellow
Swaine
with
some
pittifull
provant
for
my
dinner
?
Enter
Shepheard
.
Shep.
Suckabus
,
where
art
thou
?
Clow.
Heere
,
where
the
bare
bones
of
him
will
be
very
shortly
:
what
hast
thou
brought
me
there
?
Shep.
A
feast
,
a
feast
;
here's
princely
cheere
for
thee
:
here's
two
Carrots
and
a
Turnip
,
and
a
little
morsell
of
Beanebread
,
that
I
stole
to
hearten
thee
up
withall
.
Clow.
Sweet
fellow
Coridon
,
give
me't
,
I
shal
grow
a
Phiosopher
shortly
if
I
fare
o'this
fashion
:
O
the
very
steame
of
the
three
fat
Oxen
that
my
Master
found
boyling
for
the
Gyants
dinner
,
which
we
kill'd
,
would
have
fill'd
both
our
bellies
for
a
Fortnight
.
Shep.
Ha
,
three
Oxen
for
one
Gyants
dinner
?
Thou
art
mistaken
sure
;
thou
art
not
old
enough
to
see
a
Giant
,
And
could
thy
Master
and
thee
kill
him
?
Clow.
Why
there's
the
wit
of
a
Bell-weather
;
one
?
we
kill'd
a
hundred
:
but
talke
I
to
thee
,
that
wert
never
no
Traveller
since
thou
wilt
not
beleeve
a
truth
,
Ile
hold
my
tongue
,
and
fall
to
my
teeth
.
Shep.
Nay
good
fellow
Suckabus
be
not
angry
,
I
doe
beleeve
:
What
are
those
Gyants
?
Prithee
tell
me
?
Clow.
No
Iackalents
,
no
Pigmies
,
no
Dwarfes
.
Shep.
Nay
,
I
doe
beleeve
they
are
lusty
fellows
,
And
men
of
tall
stomacks
,
they
could
never
eate
so
much
else
,
Three
Oxen
at
one
meale
.
Clow.
Tush
,
a
Fasting-dayes
Medicum
;
but
when
he
makes
a
Feast
to
stuffe
his
abhominable
gut
,
three
hundred
Acres
of
Oates
will
scarse
make
Oate-meale
to
thicken
his
porridge-pot
.
Shep.
Now
the
Devill
choake
him
,
For
hee's
fitter
farre
for
hell
,
than
to
live
here
.
Clow.
Hell
?
what
should
he
doe
there
?
hee'd
pisse
out
their
fire
,
and
drowne
all
the
devills
in
his
urine
.
Shep.
O
monstrous
!
marry
blesse
me
from
him
,
I
had
thought
They
had
not
beene
much
taller
than
some
of
our
Guard
.
Clow.
The
Guard
?
Hum
,
still
like
a
Bell-weather
?
why
hee'le
chop
up
two
yeomen
of
the
Guard
like
pocht
egges
at
a
spoonefull
:
there's
not
a
meale
that
he
makes
,
but
hee
will
load
yee
two
Dung-carts
with
the
picking
of
his
teeth
.
Shep.
Blesse
us
!
Clow.
Blesse
thee
?
why
dost
thou
know
what
thou
speak'st
?
Shep.
No
hurt
I
hope
good
fellow
Suckabus
:
But
how
could
you
two
kill
this
monstrous
man
?
Clow.
Why
as
we
killd
a
great
many
more
of
'em
;
wee
rid
a
Horseback
into
their
bellies
,
made
a
Quintin
of
their
hearts
,
and
rod
out
at
the
But-hole
end
.
Shep.
That
may
be
done
indeed
,
this
carries
some
shew
of
truth
.
Clow.
Why
,
didst
thou
thinke
the
rest
were
lies
?
Shep.
No
,
no
;
Lord
,
what
indiscretion
people
learne
by
Travaile
!
I
have
heard
my
Master
say
,
hee
was
Page
to
a
Knight
erant
they
call'd
old
Dick
,
who
ha's
bin
sixe
dayes
together
in
the
bottome
of
the
Sea
,
and
tooke
Tobacko
'mongst
the
sharkes
and
such
adventures
,
but
none
like
this
you
speake
of
:
Travell'd
you
e're
with
him
?
Clow.
I
had
more
wit
yfaith
;
I
deale
in
no
water-workes
.
Shep.
But
pray
tell
me
now
,
what
stature
might
this
man
be
you
kill'd
?
Clow.
His
stature
?
Let
me
not
lye
,
he
was
not
the
biggest
that
e're
we
kill'd
,
let
me
tell
yee
that
,
he
was
just
about
that
stature
that
Tuttle-field
would
fitly
make
a
Grave
for
:
I
have
told
yee
of
a
place
before
;
'tis
neare
London
in
England
,
where
men
goe
a
Trayning
to
get
'em
good
stomacks
.
Shep.
That's
more
than
e're
I
heard
of
yfaith
,
that
souldiers
want
stomacks
:
what
enemies
doe
they
meet
with
there
?
Clow.
Why
Barrels
of
Beere
,
bottles
of
Sack
,
Costerdmongers
,
Cakes
,
and
Creame
,
and
their
wives
that
bring
'em
their
dinner
.
Shep.
I
marry
sir
,
I
would
willingly
be
put
into
such
service
;
sure
,
their
Commanders
are
brave
fellows
.
Clow.
The
bravest
can
be
pickt
out
in
each
parish
,
and
the
ablest
too
,
yet
I
heard
one
man
in
the
shape
of
a
Monster
,
put
a
Captaine
and
his
Company
to
slight
.
Shep.
O
monstrous
!
Clow.
Come
,
no
more
of
that
;
let
me
intreat
thy
absence
till
I
have
eate
my
vittails
,
and
I
will
tell
thee
more
.
Shep.
Good
Suckabus
doe
,
and
I'le
see
if
I
can
tell
thee
of
a
Dwarfe
shall
be
all
as
little
.
Exit
.
Clow.
Well
,
say
and
hold
;
come
master
Carret
and
mistris
Turnup
,
I
want
but
Beefe
and
Porke
for
sawce
to
yee
,
but
hunger
bids
me
fall
to
merrily
,
and
I
shall
not
want
for
sawce
.
Eates
.
Enter
George
in
poore
habit
.
Geo.
Thanks
to
my
great
preserver
,
by
whose
sacred
power
Poore
George
of
England
is
set
free
agen
From
death
,
danger
,
and
imprisonment
;
I
bow
with
duty
to
thy
Deity
;
seven
yeares
Hath
Famine
under
bolts
and
barrs
dungeon'd
me
up
,
Accompanied
with
my
teares
in
the
darke
bowels
Of
a
loathsome
Den
,
a
place
so
farre
remote
from
comfort
,
That
not
the
smallest
chinke
or
crany
Could
let
the
Sun-beames
in
to
point
on
me
;
Yet
thou
,
in
whose
foundation
stands
my
building
,
Hast
given
me
freedome
and
my
hope
agen
,
Those
sweet
companions
that
dispaire
shut
out
.
Now
George
agen
may
weare
a
plumed
crest
,
And
wave
the
Standard
of
great
Christendome
In
the
defiance
of
her
opposites
:
I'me
poore
in
show
,
Yet
since
my
freedome
hath
thus
long
laine
rusty
,
And
unoyl'd
loines
unarm'd
,
are
grown
a
strength
immutable
And
from
the
pinching
pangs
of
famines
jawes
A
second
time
ransom'd
my
pining
life
;
But
since
I
have
left
those
desart
woods
behind
,
Let
me
behold
this
goodly
prospective
.
Clow.
So
my
panniar's
pritty
well
sussifi'de
,
and
the
whelps
in
my
belly
muzzeld
from
barking
any
more
this
two
houres
:
How
now
what
proper
stripling's
this
stands
gaping
about
him
?
let
me
survey
him
.
Geo.
A
goodly
place
,
pleasant
,
and
full
of
ayre
.
Clow.
I
cannot
for
my
guts
call
to
mind
where
I
have
seen
this
fellow
.
Geo.
Inricht
with
plenties
hand
.
Clow.
But
that
he
had
a
horse
and
Armour
,
hee
doth
resemble
my
long
lost
Master
George
of
England
.
Geo.
Ha
?
what
Eccho's
that
gives
me
my
name
,
Without
a
summons
which
it
answers
to
?
What
fellow's
this
that
walkes
and
stares
about
me
?
I
am
no
wonder
that
I
know
of
;
And
but
that
time
makes
me
to
doubt
,
I
should
suppose
Him
for
to
be
my
servant
Suckabus
I
lost
.
Clow.
The
same
,
the
same
;
I
am
your
servant
,
and
fellow
Suckabus
:
Oh
my
sweet
Master
!
have
we
found
one
another
?
I
could
e'ne
kisse
thee
round
about
for
joy
.
Geo.
I' me
glad
to
see
thee
;
It
seemes
you
have
alterd
fortune
with
your
Master
:
Where
hast
thou
liv'd
and
wander'd
since
I
lost
thee
?
Clow.
Oh
sir
,
I
have
had
such
a
company
of
Masters
in
law
since
I
left
you
:
First
sir
,
I
serv'd
a
Lord
till
he
entertain'd
a
Cooke
,
and
then
I
must
stay
no
longer
:
Then
I
was
Gentleman
Vsher
to
a
young
Lady
,
but
she
hating
new
fashions
,
I
hated
her
service
.
Then
sir
,
I
serv'd
a
young
Heire
newly
come
to
his
Living
,
and
because
he
open'd
his
gates
,
and
let
Hospitality
enter
,
I
bid
●lanlet
to
him
:
then
I
serv'd
a
Vsurer
,
and
because
he
would
often
be
drunke
,
and
let
his
Angels
flye
gratis
,
I
gave
him
the
bag
too
:
Then
I
dwelt
with
a
Procter
,
and
he
every
day
would
bid
conscience
to
dinner
,
so
there
was
no
staying
with
him
:
Then
I
serv'd
a
Scrivener
,
but
he
was
so
taken
up
with
his
Orator
the
Pillary
,
that
I
was
faine
to
leave
him
too
;
and
then
I
came
here
a
sheep-biting
,
as
you
see
sir
.
Geo.
'Tis
very
well
sir
;
but
will
you
leave
your
sheepe
&
your
sheepe-hooke
,
and
follow
me
without
leesing
?
Clow.
Follow
thee
?
that
I
will
,
till
I
finde
no
land
to
tread
on
,
nor
water
to
swimme
on
:
Shepheard
farwell
,
Fox
,
looke
to
the
Lambs
,
Wolfe
,
keepe
the
sheepe
safe
:
now
shall
we
kill
Gyants
,
and
eate
meate
agen
.
Geo.
Be
true
to
me
,
once
more
y'are
entertain'd
,
'T
shall
not
be
long
before
thou
seest
This
low
dejected
state
shining
in
compleat
steele
:
He
that
in
pursuit
of
adventures
goes
,
Must
not
shun
danger
,
though
he
meet
with
blows
:
Come
Suckabus
.
Exeunt
.
Loud
Musick
:
Enter
the
Inchanter
Ormandine
with
some
selected
friends
that
live
with
him
in
his
Magick
Arts
,
with
his
spirits
Canopy
borne
over
his
head
.
Orm.
This
is
the
state
of
Princely
Ormandine
;
Tho
once
dejected
,
and
low
trodden
downe
Vnder
the
feet
of
Fortunes
petty
Kings
,
Above
her
envy
re-advanc'd
agen
;
and
you
my
friends
And
partners
in
her
frowns
,
shal
now
deride
her
petty
Deity
,
Laugh
at
those
Kings
,
which
like
to
guilded
moats
!
Dance
in
the
Sun-beame
of
her
various
smile
:
And
when
we
have
laught
our
fills
,
my
fury
then
Shall
rise
,
and
like
a
Torrent
in
the
Ocean
rais'd
By
swelling
spring-tides
driven
from
their
bounds
,
So
shall
the
rage
of
Oxmandines
swift
vengeance
At
once
o'reflow
the
cruell
Tartar
and
Arabian
Kings
.
Lord
.
Great
Ormandine
has
given
us
satisfaction
;
We
were
your
subjects
first
,
so
are
we
now
,
Yet
never
liv'd
in
that
tranquillity
,
When
we
did
bow
under
your
Scepter
as
now
we
doe
:
Then
cares
of
Countries
safety
,
and
your
person
,
Care
of
our
wives
,
our
substance
,
and
our selves
,
expell'd
Our
stomacks
,
tooke
our
sleepes
away
,
and
made
our
eyes
Feares
watchmen
;
here
art
thou
crown'd
with
Arts
Rich
,
potent
,
and
commanding
power
;
There
sate
a
golden
hoope
temper'd
with
feare
,
That
tattor'd
on
thy
head
,
here
with
a
wand
thou
call'st
,
And
art
obey'd
;
there
by
the
Tartars
cruelty
dismay'd
,
Thy
pleasures
mixt
with
store
of
misery
,
Vndor
the
pride
of
Tartars
tyranny
.
Then
let
me
speake
,
but
farre
from
contradiction
,
Your
hand
hath
laid
her
actions
waite
on
well
.
Orm.
Rest
you
contended
with
content
,
our
will
admits
No
counsell
but
our
owne
;
here
lives
no
pitty
of
our
Enemy
,
We
have
bought
vengeance
at
a
mightier
rate
,
Than
you
,
or
can
,
or
must
be
privy
to
.
Learning
by
time
and
industry
are
bought
,
But
he
that
barters
for
revengefull
Arts
,
Must
with
his
best
pri'zd
jewell
from
depart
:
I
have
yet
shewed
tricks
to
make
'em
laugh
,
But
long
it
shall
not
be
ere
I
smite
home
To
make
us
pastimes
by
their
generall
ruines
:
And
now
my
friends
and
subjects
shall
behold
The
indented
time
and
riddle
of
our
safety
:
Ho
Tarpax
,
The
chiefest
which
attends
upon
our
acts
.
Tar.
What
would
my
Master
?
Tarpax
must
obey
.
Orm.
Set
forth
my
brazen
pillar
.
Tar.
'Tis
done
.
Orm.
Now
wonder
at
the
Tablet
I
shall
read
,
Which
while
it
comes
to
passe
,
live
in
more
pleasures
And
voluptuous
state
,
than
doth
the
Roman
Potentates
.
He
Reads
.
Ormand
be
bold
,
seeare
,
and
free
,
Revell
thou
in
Arts
potency
,
Till
from
the
cold
and
Northerne
Clime
,
A
Knight
post
on
the
wings
of
time
,
Being
lighted
on
Tartaries
ground
,
Of
Fame
spoke
loud
by
honour
crown'd
:
From
Brute
descended
,
and
his
brest
Is
with
a
sanguine
Crosse
be
blest
:
Then
shall
this
Sword
,
thy
Art
here
clos'd
,
By
him
be
drawne
,
thy
Art
oppos'd
;
Thy
life
,
thy
Arts
,
thy
potent
power
Expire
,
dissolve
that
instant
houre
.
Orm.
This
bug-beare
frights
us
not
,
and
yet
my
fall
must
come
From
Brute
descended
,
and
on
his
breast
The
Embleme
of
our
hate
,
a
sanguine
Crosse
:
Must
Ormandines
great
power
be
shaken
downe
By
a
chill
Northerne
Ague-shaken
Knight
,
A
lumpe
of
snow
,
a
frosty
I
sickle
?
this
saying
damps
me
,
And
the
thinne
pure
blood
,
which
but
even
now
Flowed
through
the
azure
branches
of
my
veines
,
Is
runne
to
cherish
my
feare-trembling
heart
,
Who
,
there
affrighted
at
its
horrid
ruine
,
Mixt
with
cold
comfort
,
is
congeal'd
to
clods
,
And
I
a
blood
lesse
substance
doe
remaine
.
Lord
.
Why
is
our
King
and
governour
dismay'd
?
Orm.
Walke
in
I
pray
,
I'me
very
much
disturb'd
:
Exeunt
Lords
.
A
swarthy
passion
harrows
up
my
sence
:
Ho
Tarpax
.
Tar.
Your
call
must
be
obey'd
:
I'me
here
.
Orm.
Fetch
me
my
Characters
,
my
calculation
,
&
my
glasse
.
Tar.
They
are
here
.
Orm.
My
ever-ready
servant
,
fly
to
the
first
Aëriall
degree
,
Snatch
thee
a
cloud
,
and
wrap
thy selfe
intoo't
;
Fly
to
Tartaria
,
looke
within
his
Court
,
confines
,
&
Country
,
If
any
Christian
Knight
there
be
arriv'd
,
I
feare
me
Tarpax
;
bring
me
answer
swift
,
Whilst
I
survy
my
Booke
and
magick
glasse
.
Tar.
I'me
gone
;
ten
minutes
hence
expect
me
back
.
Orm.
Ha
?
what's
here
?
The
Tartars
sonne
slaine
by
a
Brittish
Knight
,
Who
,
as
a
pennance
for
this
hainous
fact
,
Sent
here
to
fetch
my
head
,
by
Oath
enjoyn'd
too't
:
A
Brittish
Knight
,
the
same
my
Tablet
speaks
of
:
Now
Ormandine
must
fall
.
Ho
Tarpax
!
What
sees
my
Tarpax
?
Enter
Tarpax
.
Tar.
Great
Ormand
,
haste
unto
thy
powerfull
charmes
,
We
will
assist
thee
in
what
Hell
can
doe
,
With
strength
,
with
horrour
,
and
detested
shapes
,
To
daunt
the
courage
of
this
Northerne
Knight
,
That
comes
to
fetch
the
head
of
Ormandine
.
Orm.
I
read
the
same
here
too
;
be
swift
my
Tarpax
,
Summon
up
Hells
hoast
to
be
my
Guardians
'Gainst
this
Northerne
Knight
:
put
out
the
golden
Candle
Of
the
day
with
horrid
darknesse
from
the
night
below
:
Vnchain
the
windes
,
send
out
our
fiery
raines
,
Breake
Atlas
backe
with
Thunder
through
the
clouds
,
And
dart
your
quick-past
lightning
at
his
face
:
Raise
Earthquakes
shaking
round
about
his
steps
,
To
bandy
him
from
one
place
to
another
;
Let
horrour
empty
all
her
store-house
:
If
Ormandine
can
vanquish
but
this
Knight
,
Secure
and
firme
still
stand
our
power
and
might
.
Exit
.
Enter
David
arm'd
Cap-a-pe
.
Dav.
How
shall
I
style
this
Tartar
?
I
cannot
say
hee's
noble
,
nor
yet
base
:
h'as
given
me
life
,
But
with
that
strange
adventure
,
That
he
himselfe
is
confident
I
perish
:
My
Knighly
Oath
assures
him
I
will
on
,
and
setting
on
,
Am
sure
enough
to
fall
:
unhappy
David
in
that
Princes
death
,
Whom
Fates
,
no
will
of
mine
,
gave
so
unkind
a
meeting
;
For
which
the
sable
plume
and
Corslet
I
doe
weare
,
As
a
true
Embleme
of
my
inward
sorrow
:
Rest
Princely
ashes
in
a
golden
Vrne
,
Whilst
wretched
David
in
a
worke
is
sent
,
To
his
owne
sad
Requiems
bitterment
,
And
be
mine
owne
destroyer
:
take
courage
yet
,
Let
not
base
feare
steal
from
thy
heart
the
name
of
man
away
,
Death
cannot
dresse
himselfe
in
such
a
shape
,
But
I
dare
meete
him
;
on
then
in
pursuit
of
a
Knightly
vow
,
If
't
chance
Dice
run
so
,
that
we
must
fall
,
Fame
shall
weare
black
at
Davids
Funerall
.
Enter
above
Ormandine
,
his
friends
,
Tarpax
,
&
spirits
.
Orm.
Hee's
now
within
a
Mile
and
lesse
of
us
;
Spirits
away
,
each
fall
unto
his
taske
,
Enter
David
.
Whilst
I
raise
stormes
which
may
dismay
the
Knight
.
Dav.
Yonder's
the
place
,
mine
eye
hath
reacht
it
:
Now
Ormandine
,
our
bloody
game
begins
,
Heads
are
our
stakes
,
and
there's
but
one
can
winne
.
Protect
me
Heaven
,
what
sudden
strange
Eclipse
do
I
behold
Thunder
&
lightning
The
golden
Sun
that
now
smil'd
in
my
face
,
Drawes
in
his
beames
,
and
robes
himselfe
in
black
:
In
what
a
darke
vaile
is
the
cleare
azur'd
sky
!
You
do
begin
to
entertaine
me
Ormandy
,
But
wee'le
have
better
welcome
e're
we
part
:
I
,
let
your
thunder
come
,
we
dread
it
not
;
What
send
yee
Fire-drakes
too
to
meet
with
us
?
Your
worst
of
horrour
is
best
welcome
to
me
:
Your
ministers
rather
invite
me
on
,
than
like
to
bug-beares
Fright
me
back
agen
:
more
visitants
of
hell-bred
sorcery
?
I
must
needs
through
,
or
sinke
.
Tar.
There's
nothing
we
can
doe
,
Can
quell
the
valour
of
this
Christian
Knight
.
Orm.
My
feares
devine
this
is
the
man
,
By
whom
great
Ormand
falls
:
hee's
come
unto
the
gates
,
And
now
sticke
fast
my
sword
,
and
we
are
yet
secure
:
So
,
in
spight
of
all
the
tampring
of
your
Arts
We
are
got
something
neare
you
now
.
This
is
the
gate
;
what
have
we
here
?
a
Brazen
Pillar
,
In
it
a
golden
sword
,
immur'd
and
rivited
;
A
golden
Tablet
with
inscriptions
on't
,
Let
me
discourse
with
you
a
little
first
.
Ormand
be
bold
,
secure
,
and
free
,
Revell
in
arts
strong
potency
,
Till
from
the
cold
and
Northerne
Clime
,
A
Knight
poast
on
the
wings
of
time
.
Ha
,
what's
here
?
Till
from
the
Northerne
Clime
,
A
Knight
poast
on
the
wings
of
time
.
A
Northerne
Knight
!
why
that's
my selfe
:
Let's
see
a
little
farther
.
Being
lighted
on
Tartary's
ground
,
Of
fame
belov'd
by
honour
crown'd
.
I
am
arriv'd
here
in
Tartary
,
a
Northerne
Knight
,
And
for
my
same
and
deeds
of
Chivaldry
,
with
honour
Hath
been
crown'd
in
Princes
Courts
:
a
little
farther
yet
.
From
Brute
descended
,
and
his
brest
Is
with
a
sanguine
Crosse
be
blest
.
I
have
enough
;
David
of
Wales
from
Brute
descended
is
,
A
Christian
Knight
,
that
weares
the
sanguine
Crosse
,
That
must
dissolve
this
blacke
Inchantment
here
:
Come
let
me
clutch
thy
temper
in
my
hand
,
Thus
draw
thee
forth
,
and
thus
:
will
you
not
come
?
Orm.
O
you
are
not
the
man
,
ha
,
ha
,
Feare
Vanish
once
agen
;
goe
Spirits
,
sieze
that
Knight
,
And
bring
him
straight
.
Ormand
and
all
laugh
:
Spirits
with
fiery
Clubs
,
they
fight
.
Enter
Ormandine
.
Orm.
Knight
,
Knight
forbeare
,
In
vaine
thy
stroaks
are
dealt
against
our
power
:
Thou
maist
as
well
number
those
briny
drops
,
As
cope
with
these
,
or
scape
with
life
,
did
not
we
pitty
thee
;
Spirits
away
.
Dav.
Art
not
thou
Ormandine
?
Orm.
The
same
;
thy
friend
and
Ormandine
.
Dav.
That
head
I
come
for
,
and
must
ha't
.
Runnes
at
him
with
his
sword
,
he
puts
it
by
with
his
wand
.
Orm.
The
body
will
not
yet
so
part
with
it
;
This
is
the
Tartars
cruelty
not
thine
;
I
know
thy
oath
stands
gag'd
to
bring
this
head
,
Or
not
returne
;
thus
shalt
thou
save
thy
oath
,
Here
shalt
thou
live
,
with
Ormandine
thy
friend
,
Here
spend
thy
dayes
,
crown'd
with
delight
and
mirth
,
Pleasure
shall
be
thy
vassell
to
command
,
With
new
inventions
,
fresh
varieties
,
And
when
thy
dalliance
would
consort
with
love
,
Queenes
shall
infold
thee
in
their
Ivory
armes
,
Which
to
affirme
,
and
give
thee
love
and
liking
,
This
waving
of
my
wand
above
thy
head
,
Dissolves
this
horrour
,
and
does
give
thee
cause
To
change
thy
minde
.
The
day
cleares
,
inchantments
cease
:
Sweete
Musicke
.
Dav.
What
alteration's
here
!
your
pardon
mighty
Sir
;
Oh
let
me
never
,
never
part
from
hence
.
Orm.
Be
Master
of
your
wish
:
come
sit
here
by
me
,
Ile
rape
your
care
,
and
captivate
your
eye
.
soft
Musicke
.
Enter
free
Excesse
,
immodest
Mirth
,
Delight
,
Desire
,
Lust
satied
,
and
sicknesse
,
they
dance
;
after
the
dance
Excesse
,
Delight
,
and
Desire
embrace
him
to
a
lazy
tune
,
they
touch
him
,
he
falls
into
their
armes
,
so
carry
him
away
.
Orm.
How
happy
now
is
Ormandine
in
this
;
I
will
no
more
Credit
the
Tablet
I
shall
for
ever
raine
,
as
now
I
doe
:
Eternity
shall
seale
my
habitation
here
,
The
Brittaine
Knight
is
now
within
my
power
,
Charme
hangs
a
drousie
rest
upon
his
eyes
,
And
he
shall
sleepe
his
youth
to
a
full
age
.
As
for
the
Arabian
bird
,
and
the
proud
Tartar
,
Revenge
arm'd
with
destruction
to
them
flies
;
Who
seekes
my
life
,
without
my
pitty
dyes
.
Exeunt
.
Enter
George
arm'd
,
and
Clowne
with
him
.
Geo.
Come
on
sir
Suckabus
,
how
doe
you
like
this
alteration
?
Clow.
Nay
,
we
are
come
to
weare
good
cloth
agen
,
and
we
fill
our
bellies
at
other
folkes
cost
:
marry
we
part
with
crackt
Crownes
for
our
Ordinaries
.
They
that
in
the
low
Countrey-garrisons
kill
men
for
three
shillings
a
weeke
,
are
punies
to
us
;
by
that
time
I
have
serv'd
but
halfe
my
time
,
I
shall
be
able
to
play
with
all
the
Fencers
in
Christendome
.
Geo.
Leave
your
folly
sir
.
Clow.
Leave
your
prating
sir
,
and
then
wee'le
leave
our
livings
both
together
.
Geo.
Villaine
no
more
;
How
pleasant
is
this
place
,
how
fresh
and
cleare
,
As
when
the
last
of
Aprill
offers
to
sweet
May
The
pride
and
glory
of
the
youthfull
Spring
,
The
lovers
coupling
time
!
the
farther
that
I
goe
,
The
more
Elizium
like
it
doth
appeare
.
Clow.
Good
Master
let's
goe
back
agen
:
I
doe
not
like
this
talking
of
Elizium
;
it
is
a
place
where
good
and
honest
men
come
in
,
and
for
mine
owne
part
,
I
am
in
the
minde
never
to
trouble
it
.
Geo.
I
thinke
so
too
:
What's
here
the
platforme
of
a
Garden
?
If
that
the
Sun
rob'd
in
his
brightest
glory
,
Dazell
not
mine
eyes
,
it
is
the
richest
that
I
ever
saw
,
The
Paradise
of
some
Deity
:
—
Musicke
too
.
Clow.
Ey
,
two
Taylers
are
a
dancing
for
a
butter'd
bunne
.
Geo.
List
Suckabus
,
hear'st
thou
no
Musick
?
Clow.
I
thinke
I
heare
the
Horse-head
and
the
Tongs
.
Geo.
Most
heavenly
Musick
,
follow
me
close
,
Wee'le
see
the
guider
of
this
heavenly
spheare
,
For
sure
no
mortall
ownes
it
.
Clowne
.
Pray
Sir
lets
backe
againe
,
I
have
no
minde
to
't
,
the
Sunne
shines
so
hot
,
I
feare
we
shall
have
some
raine
.
Geor.
What's
here
,
a
wonder
past
the
other
beauties
farre
?
A
Brazen
Pillar
,
through
whose
impregnable
body
Sticks
a
Sword
,
a
Tablet
,
and
Inscriptions
Writ
upon't
,
wonder
falls
on
me
!
Bee'st
thou
inchantment
,
th'art
the
loveliest
shape
That
ever
hels
Art
strove
to
tempt
withall
:
By
your
leave
a
little
,
it
seemes
these
are
no
secrets
,
Y'are
open
breasted
,
I
must
know
your
mind
:
We
will
not
stand
on
doubts
.
He
reads
,
pulls
out
the
sword
:
Thunder
and
Lightning
:
a
great
cry
within
.
I
am
the
man
,
for
England
,
oh
y'are
welcome
Sir
.
Clowne
.
Did
not
I
tell
yee
?
now
shall
I
be
roasted
for
Divels
,
and
my
bones
scorcht
into
small-coales
:
Where's
the
goodly
weather
that
we
had
even
now
?
where's
the
tongs
and
the
Tailers
a
dancing
.
Georg.
Follow
me
slave
,
wee'le
in
,
and
with
this
Immur'd
blade
,
that
I
set
free
,
cut
out
my
passage
through
the
Gates
of
horror
:
the
inchantment's
done
,
and
Georges
happy
fate
Some
Christians
may
redeeme
from
Tyrants
hate
.
Exit
George
.
Clown
.
Well
,
I
were
best
runne
away
,
while
I
have
legges
to
carry
me
:
he's
a
good
loving
Master
,
this
same
honest
George
,
but
he
does
lead
me
into
more
quarrels
and
dangers
than
all
the
roaring
Davids
in
the
world
;
but
they
are
cowardly
rascals
,
&
I
wil
stay
no
longer
,
my
accounts
are
made
even
,
and
I
will
backe
agen
;
hay
day
,
they
are
at
it
.
Thunder
&
Lightning
,
Divels
run
laughing
over
the
stage
:
Tarpax
with
'em
.
Tar.
Come
,
we
are
freed
,
lets
now
prepare
his
death
,
That
being
done
,
give
welcome
to
him
in
confusion
.
Clown
.
O
brave
,
that
by
his
likenesse
and
voyce
should
be
my
Sire
Suckabus
,
'tis
he
;
Ile
take
acquaintance
of
him
.
Tar.
Who's
that
,
the
issue
of
my
Calib
?
Begone
afore
I'le
follow
.
Exeunt
spirits
.
Clow.
He
sees
me
,
and
stayes
a
purpose
to
talke
with
me
:
I
will
put
on
my
mothers
good
face
,
and
salute
him
:
pray
sir
,
hoping
that
the
like
is
the
same
,
Father
give
me
your
blessing
.
Tar.
What
Suckabus
?
O
let
me
kisse
my
boy
:
A
blessing
on
my
Princely
sonne
and
heire
.
Clow.
Thanke
you
Father
,
I
have
not
knowne
my selfe
a
long
time
:
but
now
your
blood
royall
begins
to
plumpe
up
my
veines
.
Have
you
brought
me
never
a
Letter
from
my
Mother
Queene
?
Tar.
None
my
sweet
sonne
.
Clow.
Why
that
shews
now
,
shee's
in
her
Pontificalities
,
in
my
kingdome
after
your
decease
,
shee
never
minds
the
sweet
heire
of
her
body
,
she
casts
me
backward
,
as
if
I
were
unworthy
to
be
Prince
of
her
joyes
:
but
I
shall
think
on't
.
Tar.
Be
patient
sonne
.
Clow.
You
talke
you
know
not
what
;
have
you
no
Carriers
in
your
kingdome
?
Tar.
Yes
,
divers
.
Clow.
Is
Hobson
there
,
or
Dawson
,
or
Tom
Long
?
Tar.
I
know
not
till
I
make
inquiry
.
Clow.
Well
,
doe
so
Father
;
And
if
you
find
'em
,
send
to
me
by
'em
;
they
are
honest
men
.
Not
a
Letter
?
Can
Limbonias
Queene
,
and
Dutchesse
of
Witchfordia
so
much
forget
her selfe
,
and
that
royall
blood
of
hers
,
as
not
to
send
a
Letter
to
me
?
Tar.
List
to
me
my
sonne
,
and
Ile
shew
thee
the
cause
,
Why
so
thy
mother
and
our
royall
selfe
sent
not
unto
thee
:
For
hadst
thou
but
obey'd
the
charge
I
left
,
Iust
at
the
parting
of
thy
mother
from
thee
,
Thou
hadst
e're
this
beene
with
us
gentle
boy
,
Inthron'd
and
honour'd
as
thy
Mother
is
:
Welcom'd
with
tryumphs
,
shows
,
and
fire-workes
:
Of
what
we
want
,
we
shall
be
furnisht
shortly
.
Clow.
I
would
you
had
'em
,
they'd
give
much
content
;
Oh
I
doe
love
those
things
a
life
i'faith
.
Have
you
any
squibs
in
your
Country
?
any
Green-men
in
your
shows
,
and
Whizers
upon
lines
,
Iacke
Pudding
upon
Rope
,
or
Sis
in
fire-workes
?
But
pray
father
let
me
know
why
you
did
not
send
.
Tar.
Then
thus
:
I
did
not
bid
thee
unsolace
thy
mind
Like
a
dejected
low-begotten
slave
,
But
revell
,
drinke
,
laugh
,
and
carowse
,
quarrel
,
and
stab
,
Game
,
wench
,
sweare
and
curse
,
and
if
thy
master
offend
thee
,
Watch
him
asleepe
,
and
kindly
cut
his
throat
;
So
doing
,
hadst
thou
long
e're
this
come
to
us
.
Clow.
Forgive
me
this
,
and
if
the
obeying
of
your
wil
,
wil
bring
me
to
you
,
let
me
alone
;
I'le
not
be
long
from
home
:
But
Father
,
what
,
no
trick
,
no
invention
to
make
me
famous
e're
I
come
to
you
?
why
,
my
Mother
could
juggle
as
well
as
any
Hocus Pocus
i'th'
world
,
and
shall
I
doe
nothing
?
Tar.
Here
,
take
this
paper
,
learne
these
nine
words
in't
;
At
reading
the
first
three
,
I
will
appeare
to
thee
,
To
satisfie
what ever
thou
demand'st
.
The
vertue
of
the
other
three
is
this
:
Look
,
in
what
place
soe're
thou
wish
thy selfe
,
Or
company
should
meet
thee
to
thy
mind
,
Speake
but
the
middle
three
,
'tis
done
:
The
best
and
last
three
words
carry
this
property
;
Which
once
rehearst
by
thee
,
Whom
thou
shalt
please
,
shall
straightwaies
doat
on
thee
,
Love
thee
intirely
,
nay
,
would
dye
for
thee
,
If
that
in
pitty
thou
not
comfortst
them
:
There's
a
jewell
for
my
princely
boy
.
Clow.
Oh
sweet
father
,
now
thou
lov'st
thy
boy
:
but
you
know
father
,
I
never
was
so
well
learn'd
,
as
to
say
God
by
my
speed
.
Tar.
The
better
,
I
would
not
have
thee
boy
:
I
will
infuse
that
learning
in
thy
braine
,
That
thou
shalt
read
that
whensoere
thou
please
.
Clow.
Pray
read
em
over
to
me
father
.
Tar.
Observe
the
first
three
words
:
Hulcha
,
pulch
,
palcha
;
These
three
being
spok
,
I
straight
appeare
.
The
next
is
Runio
,
rant
,
runto
;
then
art
thou
Where
thou
please
,
and
in
what
company
,
The
last
and
best
Plagmanitis
,
squirtis
,
pampistis
,
Thy
love
lies
in
thine
armes
.
Clowne
.
What
a
gift
is
here
!
I
will
Cuckold
the
great
Turke
,
love
all
his
Concubines
,
and
lye
with
all
over
and
over
:
I
will
beget
a
thousand
of
Giants
,
fill
the
world
full
of
Basterds
,
march
with
an
Army
Royall
of
'em
into
my
Kingdome
,
depose
my
Father
,
and
live
like
a
Monarch
.
Tarp.
Come
bring
me
a
little
on
my
way
my
sonne
,
Ile
tell
thee
braver
things
than
these
that
thou
shalt
doe
.
Clowne
.
Oh
my
sweete
father
,
what
a
man
art
thou
!
Enter
George
,
bringing
out
Ormand
and
his
friends
.
Geor.
What
is
the
cause
,
you
tenne
times
worse
than
divels
,
That
thus
,
like
Traitors
,
you
deface
and
spoyle
So
faire
a
stampe
as
your
great
Makers
is
?
Why
have
you
sold
your
endlesse
blisse
for
bane
?
Had
they
the
hopes
man
has
shining
on
them
,
Worlds
would
not
gaine
a
life
of
thousand
yeares
,
And
in
those
lives
raigne
Kings
and
Emperours
,
Change
those
Celestiall
joyes
you
might
have
had
:
Ever
lost
wretches
,
where's
your
power
now
?
Orm.
Vanquisht
by
thee
:
that
sanguine
Crosse
my
Tablet
foretold
,
Blood-sheds
mine
eyes
for
to
behold
it
worne
And
thou
that
Christian
Knight
confounds
my
state
:
Yet
as
thou
honourst
what
I
feare
to
see
,
As
thou
art
hopefull
of
what's
past
in
me
,
And
as
thou
art
a
Knight
sworne
to
honour
,
Grant
me
one
small
request
.
Geor.
If
thy
request
in
honours
grant
stands
faire
,
Give
us
the
knowledge
,
we
will
see't
perform'd
,
Orm.
Then
spare
the
lives
of
these
two
harmlesse
men
.
Which
I
secur'd
by
safety
of
my
charmes
.
Geor.
Are
they
not
practis'd
in
thy
horrid
Art
?
Orm.
Christian
no
.
Geo.
The
happier
men
:
rise
,
we
have
no
hate
against
yee
.
Both
.
Live
still
in
honour
,
courteous
Christian
Knight
.
Geor.
Now
Ormandine
quit
this
my
grant
With
one
request
from
me
.
Orm.
'tis
yours
;
say
on
.
Georg.
I
crave
the
knowledge
of
your
former
being
,
Before
you
found
the
path
of
your
destruction
.
Orm.
Know
then
,
that
Island
seated
in
the
Maine
,
Whose
crosticke
sides
poynts
to
Barbaries
kingdome
,
Was
I
once
Duke
of
,
the
nearest
parts
to
it
is
this
Of
Tartary
,
the
other
is
Arabia
,
whose
Kings
disturb'd
My
peace
and
government
:
Briefely
,
by
flight
we
sav'd
our
Lives
;
and
to
revenge
those
wrongs
I
practic'd
on
this
Art
,
And
since
have
liv'd
scourges
to
both
those
Kings
:
My
Tablet
and
Piller
then
erected
,
through
whose
hardnesse
Stuck
that
temper'd
blade
;
the
riddles
date
on't
did
so
strange
appeare
,
That
I
thought
ever
,
ever
to
live
here
.
And
now
you
shall
behold
another
Christian
Knight
,
Sent
from
the
Tartar
King
,
by
oath
enjoynd
to
fetch
my
Head
,
this
did
I
deeme
the
man
,
hath
brought
what
you
have
,
My
confusion
,
but
missing
of
my
fears
,
I
entertaind
him
faire
,
Yet
dreading
still
least
he
might
prove
the
man
,
My
Art
hung
on
his
eyes
these
charmes
of
sleepe
,
Which
till
I
expiate
,
can
never
wake
:
His
name
is
David
,
and
a
Brittaine
Knight
.
Geo.
Ha
,
my
brother
!
Prepare
thee
Ormand
,
this
shal
wake
him
.
Orm.
Hold
,
do
not
with
crimson
purple
your
white
blade
With
such
a
hancell
:
give
me
but
leave
to
mount
Yon
storied
steps
,
and
you
shall
see
brave
Archers
hit
me
sure
:
Thinke
not
that
I
must
live
,
would
you
life
give
,
Be
good
unto
my
friends
:
I
falne
,
take
up
your
friend
&
hence
.
Geor.
Well
to
your
Fate
:
farewell
.
Thunder
.
Orm.
Oh
are
you
aiming
,
twas
time
I
came
,
you
had
Fetcht
me
else
:
so
,
so
,
we
are
met
.
Thunder
strikes
him
.
He
that
sels
blisse
,
and
would
in
this
Art
shine
,
At
last
shall
pay
for't
,
as
did
Ormandine
.
Geor.
So
,
farewell
Ormandine
;
wake
David
,
wake
.
Dav.
Is
the
Inchantment
past
?
where
is
this
fiend
,
this
divel
?
Ormandine
,
your
charmes
no
longer
shall
prevaile
on
me
.
Geor.
No
more
,
they
shall
not
noble
Brittaine
Knight
,
See
who
with
joy
imbrace
thee
in
his
armes
.
Dav.
Brother
of
England
,
farre-renowned
George
,
Am
I
a
second
time
enlarg'd
by
thee
?
I
shall
pay
Time
a
death
indebted
to
thy
valour
.
Geo.
Doe
not
engage
so
farre
,
Who
knows
what
haps
attend
our
next
adventure
?
Dav.
Brother
,
where's
Ormand
?
Geo.
Dead
!
Dav.
Oh
I
am
lost
,
for
ever
lost
and
gone
,
For
ever
bearing
Knightly
Armes
agen
:
oh
,
oh
—
Geo.
Brave
Brittain
Knight
with
patience
heare
,
Ile
tell
o're
your
owne
Story
.
Dav.
Say
on
my
Oracle
,
I
will
attend
.
Geo.
This
Sword
you
see
is
mine
,
inchantments
done
,
You
waken'd
from
deaths
sleepe
,
think
it
not
strange
,
Ormand
did
declare
before
his
death
,
Your
Oaths
adventure
for
to
fetch
his
head
:
By
the
Tartarian
King
,
your
Oath
shall
be
perform'd
,
Wee'le
take
it
off
;
these
harmelesse
men
That
hither
fled
,
onely
to
save
their
lives
,
Shall
you
get
favour'd
of
their
King
agen
;
Ile
beare
you
company
unto
the
King
,
Where
we
agen
must
part
:
you
shall
be
further
satisfi'd
In
all
what
appeares
darke
,
Ile
open
as
we
ride
.
Come
brother
David
,
we
the
world
that
range
,
Must
not
admire
at
accidents
or
change
.
Exeunt
.
ACTUS
QUINTUS
.
Enter
Suckabus
with
bread
and
meate
in
his
hand
.
Clowne
.
Ah
sirrah
,
the
world
is
pretty
well
amended
with
me
now
,
thankes
to
my
Kingly
father
,
and
his
Charmes
,
'twas
time
for
me
to
leave
the
domineering
Rascall
,
and
his
beggerly
crue
of
wanderers
,
Groomes
I
may
tearme
them
,
for
if
they
had
beene
Knights
they
would
never
have
us'd
a
Prince
amongst
'em
so
.
I
have
travail'd
five
times
through
the
world
,
and
not
a
Towne
,
City
,
or
Burrough
in
England
but
I
carryed
the
markes
on
my
shoulders
to
shew
for't
.
The
best
dayes
that
ever
I
saw
with
'em
,
was
when
we
hir'd
Charles
Waine
,
and
rid
about
the
elements
,
that
was
the
best
twelve
dayes
journey
that
e're
I
had
:
and
I
remember
we
had
good
lodging
at
the
twelve
Signes
,
and
nobly
us'd
,
for
they
would
not
take
one
Penny
,
and
to
say
the
truth
we
had
no
money
to
give
:
but
how
we
got
up
,
or
how
the
divell
we
got
downe
agen
I
know
not
:
and
then
we
fell
to
our
old
course
agen
,
to
kill
every
one
that
wee
met
:
which
course
I
not
liking
,
in
regard
wee
must
fight
for
our
victualls
,
I
begg'd
this
charme
of
my
Father
,
where
hearing
of
a
famous
Castle
of
Brandrons
,
and
what
a
brave
house
hee
kept
for
Victuals
,
I
out
with
my
Spell
,
and
straight
wisht
me
there
;
which
being
no
sooner
utter'd
,
but
a
Hawke
or
a
Buzard
flew
betwixt
my
legs
,
mounted
me
in
the
Aire
,
and
set
me
downe
here
,
where
I
finde
whole
Oxen
,
boyld
in
a
Pottage-pot
will
hold
more
water
than
the
Thames
,
and
now
having
pretty
well
stuft
my
Pannier
,
Ile
e'ne
take
a
He
sleepes
.
nap
,
and
so
wish
my selfe
somewhere
else
.
Enter
Brandron
.
Bran.
How
weary
am
I
with
this
forraging
,
Yet
cannot
finde
my
hunted
prey
come
in
:
Have
I
a
truce
granted
to
a
fruitfull
Kingdome
,
And
her
chiefe
City
,
not
a
mile
from
hence
Vpon
condition
I
should
spare
his
City
,
Selfe
,
and
people
,
to
have
my
quicke
provision
hunted
Into
my
Iron
nets
,
and
doe
they
breake
and
baffle
thus
?
Is
Beare
and
Lyon
food
too
good
for
me
?
Why
then
I
see
I
must
take
paines
to
march
,
And
with
my
Iron
Mace
,
pound
,
pash
,
and
morter
them
And
City
too
:
oh
the
net
is
falne
,
'Tis
well
you
keepe
your
league
.
How
now
,
what
scare-Crow's
that
?
A
sleeping
Dormouse
in
my
Castle
walls
:
how
got
he
in
?
I
have
no
other
Porter
than
my selfe
,
And
through
the
key-hole
sure
he
could
not
craule
;
How
or
which
way
should
this
small
spie
get
in
?
Sirrah
awake
,
or
with
one
phillip
of
my
Iron
Mace
,
Ile
send
eternall
sleepe
to
sieze
on
thee
:
Awake
you
dog
.
Clown
.
I
,
I
,
you
say
very
well
Father
,
'tis
true
indeed
,
And
then
watch
him
asleepe
,
and
kindly
cut
his
throat
.
Bran.
How
?
cut
my
throat
?
I
shall
prevent
yee
slave
:
Wren
of
deformity
awake
I
say
.
Clown
.
I
heare
a
rumbling
noyse
,
Ile
e'ne
packe
up
my
trinkets
,
and
begon
:
Oh
Lord
what
will
become
of
me
!
I
have
wisht
my selfe
to
have
my
braines
beate
out
.
Bran.
What
art
thou
worme
?
Clown
.
An't
please
you
Sir
,
I
am
a
Prince
,
a
sweete
young
Prince
,
my
Fathers
name
is
Tarpax
,
Prince
of
the
grisly
North
,
my
mothers
name
was
Calib
,
Queene
of
Limbonia
,
and
Dutches
of
Witchfordia
.
Bran.
Perish
thy
father
and
thy
mother
,
as
thy selfe
shall
:
Slave
how
gotst
thou
in
?
Clown
.
I
flew
over
the
Castle
wall
.
Bran.
Bird
of
the
Divell
,
where's
your
wings
to
flye
?
Clown
.
If
you
will
give
me
leave
,
you
shall
see
me
flye
the
same
way
backe
agen
.
Bran.
No
my
fine
Pidgeon
,
I
will
clip
your
wings
:
Come
to
my
Caldron
,
come
Ile
see
how
finely
you
can
Flutter
there
,
it
reekes
and
bubbles
,
there
Ile
plunge
thee
in
,
there
shalt
thou
play
my
Pige
.
Till
thou
art
fine
,
soft
,
plumpe
,
and
tender
sod
,
And
then
Ile
picke
thy
bones
my
dainty
bird
.
Clowne
.
O
Lord
,
what
shall
become
of
me
?
boyld
,
O
Lord
,
the
very
terrour
of
that
word
,
hath
thrust
the
charme
quite
from
my
head
,
that
Charme
would
save
me
;
oh
sweet
father
now
or
never
helpe
me
,
and
save
a
Prince
from
boyling
,
a
boyld
Prince
is
his
meate
else
.
Bran.
Dispatch
my
bird
.
Clowne
.
O
sweete
father
,
now
,
now
,
now
I
goe
else
,
Boyld
:
oh
the
thought
of
that
word
:
O
I
ha't
,
Sweete
Father
I
thanke
thee
,
Has
put
that
Charme
into
my
head
Shall
make
'em
all
in
love
with
me
:
Now
I
care
not
.
Bran.
Why
when
I
say
?
Clown
.
Splagnalis
squirtis
pampistis
.
The
Giant
in
a
maze
lets
fall
his
Club
.
Bran.
Ha!
The
beames
of
wonder
shootes
into
mine
eyes
,
And
love
and
pitty
hath
surpriz'd
my
heart
.
Clown
.
Oh
sweete
father
,
now
he's
mine
sure
,
and
I
will
domineere
.
Bran.
The
mornings
majesty
doth
not
so
fresh
break
forth
,
When
she
doth
usher
the
Altitionate
from
forth
his
bed
Of
spices
,
here
to
shine
:
how
were
mine
eyes
deluded
,
My
sweet
boy
,
when
that
I
thought
Deformity
hung
here
?
for
which
upon
my
knees
I
begge
thy
gracious
pardon
,
and
with
submission
,
And
contrition
,
doe
desire
that
favour
,
But
to
kisse
thy
foote
.
Clowne
.
My
foote
?
no
you
shall
kisse
somewhere
else
,
My
back-side
of
this
hand
is
yours
.
Bran.
I
merit
not
that
favour
,
heavenly
boy
.
Clown
.
Goe
too
,
Ile
have
my
will
,
my
hand
is
yours
I
say
.
Bran.
And
for
that
hand
my
whole
heart
is
thy
slave
;
Demand
,
and
take
the
life
of
Brandron
.
Then
say
,
my
dotage
darling
,
canst
thou
love
me
?
Clown
.
As
well
as
I
love
roast
Beefe
:
Hast
any
victualls
love
?
I
am
a
hungry
.
Bran.
Enough
,
my
dainty
boy
;
the
banquet
of
the
Gods
,
To
which
flew
Saturne
,
once
in
thirty
yeares
,
Tasteth
not
there
of
more
delightsome
Cates
,
Than
Ile
have
for
my
love
:
come
in
my
boy
,
Walke
with
me
hand
in
hand
,
Thou
shalt
not
aske
,
but
have
thy
full
demand
.
Exeunt
.
Enter
the
sixe
Champions
.
Iam.
Brothers
,
you
are
welcome
all
to
Brandrons
Castle
.
Iam.
Not
Brandron
nor
his
Castle
Long
shall
beare
that
name
.
Pat.
A
strong
and
sumptuous
habitation
.
Jam.
To
good
a
Palace
for
a
Tyrants
raine
.
Andr.
What
,
shall
we
knock
,
and
rouse
the
Monster
up
?
Ant.
Lets
walke
the
round
,
and
take
a
view
Of
this
strong
Castle
first
;
happily
we
may
finde
A
passage
in
,
for
to
surprize
him
E're
he
thinke
of
us
;
lets
strike
upon
occasion
,
But
advantage
,
in
Law
of
Armes
,
deserves
this
Hatefull
Traitor
.
Pat.
Your
counsell
wee'le
allow
,
on
,
let
be
so
:
Come
Gentlemen
,
lets
walke
,
but
not
too
neare
The
Castle
pray
,
least
treasons
bounty
Should
drop
downe
upon
us
.
Iam.
What
if
we
finde
no
entrance
,
And
he
refuse
our
summons
,
and
not
come
?
And.
That
cannot
be
,
we
then
might
sterve
the
fiend
;
His
foode
is
dayly
hunted
to
these
nets
,
And
once
a
day
we
are
sure
to
meet
with
him
:
Then
let
us
carefull
passe
about
these
walls
.
Exit
.
Enter
Clowne
and
Brandron
.
Bran.
How
lik'st
thou
Brandron
,
and
his
Castle
boy
?
Clowne
.
As
I
am
a
Prince
,
I
was
never
better
pleas'd
in
all
my
life
.
Bran.
Musicke
to
Brandrons
eare
that
thou
art
so
.
Clowne
.
Now
you
talke
of
Musicke
,
will
you
heare
me
sing
?
Bran.
A
contradiction
to
thy
will
,
were
poyson
To
my
thoughts
:
on
my
soules
harmony
.
Clowne
sings
.
I
have
a
Love
,
as
white
as
a
Raven
,
Excelling
for
blacknesse
the
snow
,
She
will
scould
,
scratch
,
and
bite
Like
a
Fury
or
Spright
,
And
yet
she
was
counted
no
shrow
.
The
haire
of
her
head
was
like
Coblers
thred
,
Which
Sow-haires
doe
draw
through
so
,
Her
Legges
on
each
foote
Is
so
sweld
with
the
gout
,
That
my
love
is
not
able
to
goe
.
Her
face
bares
a
front
,
like
to
Weare
water-spout
.
Which
brought
was
from
thence
by
great
cunning
,
With
a
Mill
in
her
bum
,
That
did
roare
like
a
drum
,
Which
did
set
her
faire
nose
still
a
running
.
How
like
you
this
love
?
Bran.
Orion
,
that
o're-strid
the
Dolphine
with
his
Harp
,
Nere
song
nor
plaid
such
chanting
melody
:
Thou
hast
made
me
drousie
love
with
thy
sweet
aire
.
Clowne
.
I
carry
aire
at
both
ends
of
my
Pipe
,
But
this
is
the
sweeter
:
come
what
shall
we
doe
?
Bran.
Walke
with
thy
Iove
,
my
lovely
Ganymede
,
And
once
a
day
survey
my
Castle
round
,
Then
will
I
play
with
these
thy
silken
locks
,
Kisse
that
sweete
Venus
Mole
upon
thy
Cheeke
,
And
smell
unto
thy
sweete
Sabean
breath
,
Then
will
we
walke
and
view
my
silver
fountaine
,
And
my
silver
Swans
,
whom
next
to
thee
,
I
take
most
pleasure
in
.
Clowne
.
I
like
that
Fountaine
very
well
,
And
the
three
Swans
that
swimmes
about
it
:
I
was
wishing
for
a
Goose-pye
made
Made
of
one
of
'em
but
the
tother
day
.
Bran.
Little
dost
thou
know
what
those
Swans
be
.
Clowne
.
Why
,
what
are
they
?
Bran.
List
,
and
Ile
tell
thee
:
Those
Swans
are
daughters
to
the
King
of
Macedon
,
Whom
I
surpriz'd
,
and
kept
within
my
Castle
,
Till
at
the
length
,
so
scorcht
with
loves
hot
flames
,
That
Brandron
needes
must
dye
,
if
not
enjoy
:
So
thinking
to
deflowre
'em
one
by
one
,
Each
by
her
prayers
converted
to
a
Swanne
,
And
flew
for
safety
in
my
golden
fountaine
,
And
there
for
ever
shall
my
Ledas
Birds
Remaine
,
unharm'd
by
Brandron
,
or
any
.
Clowne
.
Oh
monstrous
,
I
have
heard
indeed
that
wenches
have
turnd
pretty
Conies
,
Ducks
,
or
Pigeons
;
but
Swans
,
O
brave
:
Come
whither
shall
we
goe
now
love
?
Leon.
Vp
to
the
promontary
top
of
my
faire
Castle
,
There
take
thy
pleasure
of
the
mornings
aire
,
Breath'd
from
Aurora's
care
the
Sun
doth
wake
,
From
thence
to
banquet
upon
Lyons
hearts
,
Ile
feast
the
hye
and
strong
,
my
Ganymed
:
Come
let
us
mount
,
pleasure's
to
us
a
toy
,
My
happinesse
consists
in
thee
my
boy
.
Exeunt
.
Enter
the
Sixe
Champions
.
Den.
As
yet
we
cannot
finde
a
fitting
place
,
Where
we
may
make
a
breach
for
entrance
.
Pat.
What
shall
we
rouse
him
then
?
Iam.
A
little
stay
,
we
have
not
yet
begirt
the
Castle
walls
,
The
time
of
his
approach
will
not
be
long
,
For
all
his
Iron
nets
are
stor'd
you
see
.
Anth.
I
long
to
see
,
and
grapple
with
the
monster
.
Andr.
Here's
no
man
here
but
hath
the
same
desire
.
Come
let
us
walke
.
Enter
Brandron
and
Clowne
above
.
Bran.
Where
art
thou
love
?
Clowne
.
Here
,
here
,
as
close
as
beggery
to
a
Prodigall
,
Ile
ne're
forsake
yee
Ile
warrant
.
Bran.
'Tis
well
;
now
we
have
attaind
the
highest
top
:
ha
!
Clowne
.
Whats
the
matter
Sir
?
Bran.
See
,
see
,
sixe
stragling
spies
,
wandring
fugitives
Are
lurking
'bout
my
Walls
to
make
a
breach
,
And
steale
my
Swans
away
;
but
I
will
downe
,
And
with
my
Iron
Mace
send
'em
a
welcome
,
That
their
powder
bones
shall
seeme
a
pastime
For
the
winde
to
play
with
.
Clowne
.
Goe
to
love
,
no
more
such
words
,
No
more
I
say
,
I
know
'em
well
enough
.
Bran.
Dost
thou
my
love
?
Clown
.
Yes
,
and
I
am
afraid
you
will
know
'em
to
your
Cost
:
there's
not
a
man
of
these
,
but
is
able
to
cope
With
a
whole
army
.
Bran.
Ha
,
ha
,
ha
.
Clowne
.
You
were
best
tell
me
I
lye
:
Have
you
not
heard
of
seven
roaring
boyes
,
That
made
such
a
damnable
thunder
through
the
world
,
Making
Gallimafries
of
all
came
in
their
way
?
Bran.
O
the
Christian
curres
,
what
then
?
Clowne
.
These
are
sixe
of
'em
,
and
I'me
afraid
the
seventh
,
And
that's
my
Master
,
George
of
England
.
Bran.
Are
these
the
men
?
beshrew
me
heart
The
largenesse
of
their
fame
makes
Brandron
shrug
.
Clowne
.
Doe
not
you
feare
for
all
this
;
What
will
you
say
if
I
betray
all
these
Champions
to
yee
,
And
bring
'em
all
unarm'd
unto
your
mercy
?
Bran.
I
cannot
love
thee
dearer
if
thou
dost
,
But
I
am
loath
to
venture
thee
my
love
.
Clowne
.
Take
you
no
care
for
that
,
Ile
do't
,
Give
me
the
keyes
,
and
Then
when
i
have
got
them
in
Vnarm'd
,
if
we
cannot
make
our
parties
good
with
'em
,
Wou'd
you
were
hang'd
y'faith
.
Bran.
Goe
and
be
fortunate
,
I
long
till
thou
returnst
.
Exit
.
Enter
Champions
.
Dav.
There
is
no
hope
of
entrance
till
hee
comes
.
And.
Shall
we
obscure
our selves
till
then
,
Or
face
the
Monster
at
his
comming
out
?
Dav.
Obscure
,
no
brother
Andrew
,
here's
not
a
man
of
us
But
singly
dares
both
meete
and
cope
with
him
:
But
soft
,
I
heare
the
gates
unlocke
,
Each
stand
upon
his
guard
,
the
Giant
comes
.
Enter
Clown
.
Iam.
Who
this
?
This
the
mighty
Brandron
?
Den.
If
blacke
Inchantments
doe
not
blinde
mine
eyes
,
I
well
should
know
that
habite
and
that
person
:
Send
me
your
judgements
,
know
you
not
that
face
?
Anth.
'Tis
Suckabus
,
our
brother
Georges
man
.
Clown
.
You
are
not
deceiv'd
Sir
,
I'me
the
very
same
.
All
.
What
Suckabus
?
Clown
.
Gentlemen
,
'tis
no
wonder
for
us
that
are
Champions
to
meete
at
tho
worlds
end
:
my
master's
i'th
Castle
.
All
.
How
?
Clown
.
'Tis
as
I
tell
yee
;
we
saw
yee
out
of
a
window
looke
about
the
Castle
walls
,
and
laught
heartily
at
yee
,
and
so
did
the
Ladies
too
.
All
.
How
,
Ladies
?
Clown
.
Yes
faith
Ladies
:
my
master
hath
kild
the
Giant
,
a
foule
great
lubberly
knave
he
was
I'me
sure
a
that
:
wee
had
much
a doe
with
him
ere
he
fell
:
but
now
have
wee
the
bravest
life
with
the
Ladies
,
we
doe
nothing
but
dance
with
'em
al
day
long
.
You
must
come
up
unto
my
Master
presently
.
All
.
With
all
our
hearts
;
Lead
the
way
good
Suckabus
.
Clowne
.
Nay
not
so
hasty
neither
:
my
Master
doth
earnestly
desire
you
,
that
you
would
deliver
all
your
weapons
to
me
,
for
feare
of
frighting
the
Ladies
;
there
must
no
signe
of
a
Souldier
now
appeare
,
all
must
be
lovers
that
doe
enter
there
.
All
.
With
all
our
hearts
;
take
'em
,
and
lead
the
way
.
Clowne
.
Why
now
it
is
as
it
should
be
;
Ile
bring
you
sweet
linnen
and
water
to
refresh
you
,
and
then
into
your
pantables
,
and
pump
up
the
Ladies
.
All
.
Excellent
Suckabus
.
Exeunt
.
Enter
Brandron
.
Bran.
Ha
,
ha
,
ha
;
how
happy
am
I
in
this
faithfull
boy
?
I
have
beheld
through
a
chinke
,
the
Knights
Brought
in
unarm'd
and
weaponlesse
:
Oh
my
prosperous
polititian
how
I
love
thee
:
These
were
the
Knights
whom
I
did
ever
feare
,
And
now
I
have
'em
all
mine
owne
but
one
:
Oh
here
comes
my
boy
;
the
newes
,
the
newes
?
My
eyes
best
object
;
what
are
they
spring'd
my
love
?
Clowne
.
I
,
they
are
my
owne
,
fast
lockt
in
a
pitfold
:
But
I
have
stranger
newes
to
tell
thee
than
this
.
Bran.
Say
on
,
we
are
secure
from
feare
and
danger
now
.
Clowne
.
After
my
slight
had
fetcht
'em
in
unarm'd
,
And
Cag'd
my
birds
fast
under
locke
and
key
,
I
went
to
fetch
some
weapons
that
I
left
Behinde
me
at
the
gate
porch
:
where
peeping
Through
a
key-hole
,
by
more
chance
I
spide
my
Master
George
of
England
,
prancing
his
steede
about
the
walls
.
Bran.
What's
he
the
seventh
?
Clowne
.
I
,
and
the
veriest
kill-cow
of
'em
all
,
These
are
but
very
punies
to
him
.
Bran.
Goe
and
betray
him
as
thou
didst
the
rest
.
Clowne
.
Nay
soft
,
some
wiser
than
some
:
hee's
no
such
fellow
as
yee
take
him
for
;
he
may
heare
me
,
but
he'le
see
me
hang'd
ere
he
trust
mee
;
for
indeed
I
have
beene
so
trusty
to
him
,
that
he'le
be
sure
to
trusse
,
if
he
catch
me
.
Bran.
I
will
not
venture
thee
:
come
,
lets
to
these
Knights
,
If
they
will
yeeld
unto
our
faire
demands
,
And
by
that
Christian
power
they
doe
adore
,
Sweare
fealty
and
faithfull
love
to
us
,
To
fight
our
battailes
,
and
our
Champions
prove
,
'Gainst
those
that
shall
oppose
our
might
and
power
,
We
are
their
friends
,
and
they
shall
live
in
favour
;
But
if
deniall
breath
from
ones
lip
,
He
and
the
rest
shall
perish
instantly
:
Follow
me
love
.
Exeunt
.
Enter
George
.
Geor.
Through
blacke
Inchantments
,
misbeleeving
men
,
Wild
beasts
and
monsters
,
and
through
death
himselfe
,
Hath
George
of
England
made
his
passage
,
to
the
desire
Of
my
longing
thoughts
;
and
by
my
Tedious
travailes
have
I
now
obtain'd
,
And
here
I
am
arriv'd
,
where
ends
my
fame
,
Or
deeper
shall
insculpe
my
honour'd
name
.
The
Castle
beares
a
foule
usurped
title
,
Which
I
will
read
out
of
the
Tyrants
heart
,
And
backe
deliver
injur'd
honours
due
,
Or
dye
in
the
attempt
.
A
rich
and
stately
building
:
How
fast
'tis
rivited
into
the
Rocke
,
As
if
the
sure
foundations
and
the
walls
were
one
,
How
gain'd
the
monster
such
a
policy
to
vanquish
,
And
still
hold
it
as
his
owne
?
I
have
no
other
way
but
one
,
and
this
is
it
,
This
sword
must
play
the
Pioner
for
me
,
Which
through
Brandrons
platted
coat
of
brasse
,
Shall
cut
his
passage
to
his
heart
:
And
thus
I
ring
deaths
larum
at
his
gate
.
Enter
Brandron
aloft
.
Bra.
Ha
,
what
hare-braind
frantick
Vrchin
have
we
there
?
Dost
come
to
meete
the
Crowes
and
chatting
Pyes
?
They'le
make
a
banquet
of
thy
carkasse
:
Reserve
your
smooth-fac'd
brow
to
play
with
Ladies
,
Begon
I
say
,
and
doe
not
make
reply
,
For
if
thou
urge
me
to
a
Porters
paines
,
The
strong
nerv'd
Cyclops
,
who
by
pondrous
waight
,
Forg'd
out
the
gates
of
steele
,
neare
laid
such
strokes
,
As
I
will
on
thy
childish
Burgonet
.
B•gon
I
say
,
thou
see'st
I'me
pittifull
.
Geor.
Let
pitty
be
accepted
at
thy
hand
by
such
as
feare
Thy
bug-beare
tearmes
,
were
thy
deeds
as
much
:
Therefore
descend
,
and
to
my
hands
deliver
up
the
keyes
,
With
it
those
Virgins
,
undeflowr'd
and
wrongd
,
The
daughters
to
the
King
of
Macedon
,
Or
by
the
sacred
Crosse
of
Christendome
,
Vnder
whose
Banner
George
of
England
fights
,
Ile
pitch
thy
head
upon
the
wall
thou
standst
,
And
Traitor
like
thy
hatefull
limbes
beside
.
Bra.
O
,
we
have
heard
of
you
before
,
but
since
you
are
so
hot
,
Ile
fetch
a
Iulip
for
to
coole
your
blood
,
You
shall
be
fought
,
and
fought
,
and
fought
with
too
:
Betake
you
to
your
tooles
,
that
valour
tries
,
For
ne're
till
now
you
plaid
your
Master-prize
,
Exit
.
Georg.
I
doe
accept
it
:
Brandron
in
this
alone
Doe
I
finde
thee
honourable
:
meane
time
,
I
will
prepare
to
entertaine
them
.
Enter
Brandron
aloft
,
with
all
the
Champions
and
Clowne
.
Bran.
Hollow
once
more
,
looke
up
and
see
,
If
these
thou
conquerst
,
then
thou
copst
with
me
,
But
not
before
:
nay
,
never
start
,
I
know
thou
knowst
'em
wel
,
You
ne're
so
strange
were
,
as
you
must
be
now
:
I
keepe
those
bonds
which
yoakt
your
amities
,
And
I
have
broke
those
bonds
:
these
,
once
what ere
they
were
,
Are
now
my
subjects
,
and
all
sworne
to
fight
In
Brandrons
quarrell
,
be
it
wrong
or
right
.
I
,
and
to
dye
in't
:
question
them
I
pray
.
Geor.
Amazement
throwes
his
wonders
on
my
head
:
Brother
resolve
me
,
is
it
so
,
or
no
?
I
see
y'are
prisoners
to
his
power
and
will
,
But
let
me
know
the
meanes
that
makes
you
so
,
Lives
there
no
foule
inchantment
in
this
place
?
Dav.
Brother
not
any
.
Georg.
Monster
,
I
know
thou
took'st
'em
not
in
fight
;
The
meanest
of
them
them
there
that
stands
by
thee
,
But
with
the
quicke
flames
of
his
resolution
,
Had
scorcht
thee
into
ashes
:
give
reason
then
How
this
should
come
to
passe
?
Bran.
One
of
you
tell
him
,
if
you
please
you
may
.
Dav.
We
all
arrived
at
one
Court
,
the
Macedonian
Kings
,
And
comming
hither
in
his
wrongs
behalfe
,
Met
with
your
Hell-borne
Suckabus
,
Who
was
before
by
Brandron
entertaind
;
No
sooner
we
approacht
the
Castle
here
,
And
made
a
gentle
walke
about
the
walls
,
But
running
to
us
with
great
signes
of
joy
,
that
slave
Came
to
us
,
told
us
your selfe
was
here
,
And
how
the
mighty
Brandron
by
your
hand
was
slaine
.
Bran.
Ha
,
ha
,
ha
;
oh
my
dainty
boy
,
stand
neare
my
love
,
Here's
none
dares
injure
thee
.
Clowne
.
Looke
how
Master
George
on
foote-backe
frownes
on
me
,
but
I
care
not
.
Dav.
Further
he
told
us
'twas
your
faire
request
,
Having
sweete
Musicke
and
faire
Ladyes
with
you
,
We
should
come
in
unarm'd
and
weaponlesse
:
We
being
joyfull
,
thinking
truth
he
spake
,
Were
all
betray'd
,
and
so
to
Brandron
led
,
And
so
our
lives
were
granted
,
on
condition
,
His
wrong
or
right
to
guard
against
the
world
.
Geor.
Brood
of
the
Divell
thou
shalt
pay
for
this
.
Clown
.
Thy
worst
,
I
defie
thee
.
Geor.
What
we
must
fight
then
?
Omn.
Brother
we
must
.
Geor.
Well
then
,
what
remedy
?
But
tell
me
Brandron
,
ere
we
beginne
,
Since
thou
hast
set
this
quarrell
on
our
heads
,
Shall
I
have
faire
and
single
opposition
?
Bran.
Champion
thou
shalt
.
Geor.
Seale
it
with
your
oath
,
and
then
'tis
firme
.
Bran.
Why
by
the
Ethiopes
stampe
,
yon
burning
ball
,
I
vow
;
and
this
I
furthermore
will
promise
,
That
each
severall
Combatant
shall
beare
severall
armes
;
And
to
thy selfe
,
from
our
rich
Armory
,
Weapons
Ile
send
compleat
,
although
mine
enemy
:
Here
,
take
the
keyes
,
my
boy
,
and
see
each
weapon
fitted
Both
for
him
and
them
:
meane
time
,
heare
will
we
sit
Spectators
of
their
deedes
:
Oh
they
are
met
.
Enter
Champions
severally
,
arm'd
;
weapons
brought
for
George
.
Da.
Y'are
welcom
to
our
castle
:
I'me
your
first
man
brother
Geor.
You
are
welcome
.
Dav.
For
Brandron
,
and
his
right
.
Geor.
For
England
,
and
the
Brittaines
doe
I
fight
.
fight
.
Brother
y'are
mine
,
your
quarrell
is
not
good
.
David
is
orecome
.
Da.
What
I
have
lost
,
then
call
it
Brandrons
blood
.
Geor.
You
are
noble
.
Come
the
next
.
And.
That's
I
for
Brandron
.
fight
.
Geor.
I
stand
for
Scotland
now
.
And.
You
have
wonne
it
fairely
;
take
it
as
your
owne
.
Geor.
Y'are
welcome
home
.
And.
And
I
am
glad
it
is
so
well
falne
out
.
Each
fight
their
severall
Combates
:
George
overcomes
them
all
:
Brandron
stampes
.
Geor.
Let
us
unite
our
brother-hoods
againe
.
You
are
welcome
to
your
liberty
.
Omn.
We
joy
to
see't
.
Iam.
There
are
the
keyes
,
enter
,
and
sieze
on
Brandron
.
Bran.
Am
I
betray'd
?
Dav.
Each
hath
the
best
done
to
defend
your
state
,
Then
yeeld
thee
to
the
mercy
of
our
brother
.
Bran.
First
will
I
head
long
throw
me
from
this
Tower
,
And
dash
my
braines
'gainst
the
craggy
rocks
,
That
murmures
at
the
fall
of
Brandron
:
No
,
Christian
slaves
,
you
shall
not
write
Your
glories
in
my
blood
,
to
say
,
The
mighty
Brandron
fell
by
you
:
Brandron
wins
glory
to
himselfe
to
yeeld
,
And
thus
will
conquer
Brandron
in
the
field
,
He
beates
out
his
owne
braines
.
Geor.
One
ruine
ends
for
to
beginne
another
:
Enter
the
Castle
,
seeke
the
slave
his
man
.
And
give
his
guerdon
for
his
treachery
.
Dav.
That
will
we
doe
;
follow
me
Anthony
.
Exit
.
Geor.
What
drum
is
that
?
lets
in
,
and
stand
upon
our
guard
,
Pat.
It
is
our
friend
,
the
King
of
Macedon
.
That
comes
to
gratifie
our
victory
.
Geor.
Wee'le
greete
him
with
a
token
of
our
loves
.
Enter
the
King
,
Drumme
,
Colours
,
and
Souldiers
.
Mac.
I
come
in
loving
quest
of
you
,
brave
Christian
Knights
,
Who
since
your
absence
from
our
mournfull
Court
,
In
this
adventure
tooke
in
our
behalfes
,
Feare
made
us
doubt
your
safety
and
your
lives
:
Wherefore
resolv'd
,
in
quittance
of
your
losse
,
More
than
the
wrongs
I
did
sustaine
before
,
Made
us
thus
change
our
mournfull
blacke
for
steele
,
And
arm'd
with
dread
lesse
danger
of
our
lives
,
Came
thus
resolv'd
,
to
fight
,
and
dye
for
you
.
Pat.
You
have
out-done
us
in
your
noble
minde
:
Brother
of
England
,
embrace
this
aged
King
:
And
reverend
Sir
,
doe
you
the
like
by
him
;
This
the
seventh
,
which
in
this
enterprise
,
Redeem'd
us
from
the
hateful
hands
of
treachery
.
Mac.
I
joy
to
see
such
worth
abound
in
man
,
May
honours
spring
send
Garlands
for
thy
brow
,
And
victory
still
dwell
on
thy
triumphant
arme
:
I
glory
in
your
conquest
.
Geor.
Which
glory
once
more
shines
upon
thy
head
;
The
hatefull
monster
,
that
usurpt
so
long
,
And
kept
poore
Tenopas
in
dread
and
aw
,
Hath
Iustice
from
his
owne
hand
done
himselfe
,
And
you
are
honour
of
your
losse
agen
:
Therefore
reserve
it
as
our
loving
deed
,
And
weare
it
as
our
favour
.
Mac.
You
so
inrich
me
with
your
love
and
bounty
,
My
life
and
kingdome
is
too
poore
to
thanke
yee
.
Were
I
assur'd
of
my
daughters
lives
,
I
were
ascended
to
my
height
of
joy
.
Geor.
Of
that
these
gentlemen
can
more
resolve
yee
.
Omn.
We
never
knew
,
nor
saw
no
Ladies
there
.
Mac.
Why
then
they
are
dead
:
Sweete
peace
rest
with
their
soules
.
Enter
with
the
Clowne
.
Clowne
.
As
you
are
gentlemen
use
not
a
Prince
so
hardly
:
what
I
have
done
was
meerely
out
of
love
;
because
I
would
have
you
staid
men
,
men
of
biding
,
to
be
forth
comming
,
though
not
every
houre
comming
forth
:
Master
George
,
for
my
Queene
mothers
sake
,
that
kild
your
father
and
mother
,
and
kept
you
in
a
Cave
,
have
compassion
upon
me
.
Geo.
Dispatch
,
and
hang
the
slave
.
Clown
.
What
shall
I
do
now
?
I
have
been
calling
to
my
father
for
helpe
,
and
he
does
nothing
,
but
stands
and
laughes
at
me
,
and
will
not
put
my
charme
in
my
head
.
Dav.
Nay
come
away
good
Suckabus
.
Clown
.
Which
is
the
King
of
Macedon
,
I
pray
?
Mac.
I
am
my
friend
,
but
cannot
save
thy
life
,
Because
thou
didst
betray
these
gentlemen
.
Clown
.
I
doe
beseech
thy
Kingly
worship
to
save
my
lifs
,
&
I
will
bring
you
where
your
daughters
are
.
Clown
.
Thou
powrest
fresh
blood
into
our
empty
veines
,
And
melts
the
snow
that
lay
upon
my
heart
:
Victorious
Knights
,
as
much
renownd
for
pitty
,
As
for
valour
,
upon
my
aged
knees
I
beg
the
life
Of
this
condemned
wretch
.
Geor.
You
must
not
kneele
:
upon
condition
that
thou
dost
performe
,
Thy
words
,
we
will
not
onely
give
thee
life
,
But
guard
on
thee
with
rich
rewards
,
and
love
:
But
if
thy
feare
delude
us
,
hoping
to
save
thy
life
—
Clown
.
Why
you
may
hang
me
then
,
that's
all
the
care
I
take
.
Mac.
And
wilt
thou
bring
me
to
my
daughters
friend
?
Clown
.
Come
follow
me
,
Ile
lead
you
a
dance
.
Sings
.
Three
whitings
they
cockle
,
and
set
in
their
luddle
,
Sing
bay
Cocke
without
a
combe
,
sing
cock
a
duddle
.
Looke
you
,
doe
you
see
those
three
Swans
?
these
Swans
were
once
the
Daughters
,
Ducks
and
Darlings
to
the
King
of
Macedon
.
Geor.
Those
were
the
Swans
that
in
the
fountaine
liv'd
:
Did
not
I
tell
you
what
this
slave
would
do
?
Dispatch
and
hang
him
straight
.
Mac.
I
doe
beseech
yee
spare
him
;
And
noble
Knights
,
thus
for
to
let
you
know
,
I
doe
give
faithfull
credit
to
his
words
;
Heare
me
relate
what
once
my
daughters
told
me
;
The
eldest
having
priviledge
of
Birth
,
Came
to
me
first
for
to
relate
her
dreame
,
And
askt
me
if
I
could
interprete
it
;
I
answerd
,
as
I
had
small
faith
in
dreames
,
So
I
had
lesse
knowledge
to
expound
the
meaning
.
Yet
went
she
on
;
I
dreamt
,
said
she
,
my
sisters
and
my selfe
Were
playing
round
about
your
golden
fountaine
,
When
suddenly
we
all
three
were-
surpris'd
,
By
a
fierce
savage
and
inhumane
Monster
,
And
as
his
flaming
Lust
did
us
pursue
,
We
turnd
to
Swans
,
and
in
the
fountaine
flew
.
As
she
related
so
did
both
the
rest
,
And
all
three
had
one
dreame
.
Clown
.
Ile
assure
you
,
the
Giant
that
is
dead
told
me
the
selfe
same
tale
,
and
how
he
would
have
done
something
to
'em
,
but
having
three
Eeles
by
the
taile
they
slipt
out
of
his
fingers
,
&
flew
like
Swans
into
the
golden
fountaine
.
Mac.
This
doth
confirme
it
more
:
oh
my
Swans
,
my
girles
!
Come
shall
we
sing
our
Requiem
together
?
And
at
the
stretching
out
your
silver
wings
,
Your
aged
father
falls
and
dies
with
you
.
Geo.
Take
comfort
,
royal
Macedon
,
as
heaven
for
to
preserve
Their
honours
,
chang'd
their
shapes
it
may
be
pleas'd
For
to
restore't
agen
,
for
after
prescripts
to
beleeving
men
,
And
would
you
but
become
—
Mac.
In
that
Ile
interrupt
yee
:
hold
I
pray
,
Let
me
imbrace
you
all
;
nay
,
take
sure
hold
:
Though
clouds
of
darknesse
did
my
cleare
shine
smother
,
I
am
converted
to
each
here
a
brother
.
Omn.
A
happy
conversion
.
Geor.
Blest
Macedon
,
thou
hast
sent
a
gift
to
heaven
,
Borne
upon
Angels
wings
;
The
swans
turne
.
And
is
by
us
on
earth
here
ratified
,
Which
without
this
could
never
have
beene
done
.
Omn.
O
father
,
father
,
happy
are
we
now
.
Mac.
My
blessing
on
my
Swans
,
my
new
found
joyes
:
We
all
are
Christians
now
.
Omn.
Oh
happy
state
!
Georg.
Each
Lady
doth
deserve
a
Monarchs
bed
.
Mas.
Renowned
Knights
,
may
we
desire
to
know
,
Which
of
you
are
unmarried
?
An.
De.
Pat.
We
are
.
Geor.
Then
here's
three
Ladies
,
take
'em
to
your
beds
.
Mac.
George
highly
honours
aged
Macedon
.
3
Knig.
But
can
the
Ladies
love
accord
with
us
?
3
Lad.
Most
willingly
.
3
King
.
We
thus
then
seale
our
contracts
.
Geor.
Which
thus
we
ratifie
:
Sit
with
the
Brides
,
most
noble
Macedon
,
And
since
kinde
fortune
sent
such
happy
chance
,
Wee'le
grace
your
Nuptialls
with
a
souldiers
dance
.
They
dance
.
Mac.
True
noble
Knights
,
how
am
I
honour'd
in
you
?
Georg.
No
more
good
Macedon
:
pray
lead
the
way
,
Wee'le
see
your
Nuptiall
Rites
,
That
taske
once
done
,
We
must
abroad
for
fame
of
Christendome
.
FINIS
.