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The foure prentises of London VVith the conquest of Ierusalem. As it hath bene diuerse times acted, at the Red Bull, by the Queenes Maiesties Seruants. Written by Thomas Heyvvood.
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Heywood, Thomas, d. 1641.
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shine bright as the noone-tide Sun Since Syon and Ierusalem are won OLD D. My former want hath now sufficient store For hauing seene this I desire no more How faire and smoth my streame of pleasure runnes To looke at once on Syon and my sonnes GV. Shoures of aboundance raine into our lips To make repentance grow within our hearts What greater earthly blisse could heauen powre downe Then Syon our deere father and this Towne CHA. Then to confirme these conquests God hath giuen vs Seal'd with the bloud of Kings and Emperous Let vs elect a King that may maintaine Our honours with the deaths of Monarches slaine EVST. Call forth the Patriarch of Ierusalem His right hand must be that dignity GODF. With teares I speake it lagging in the traine Of the distressed Soldan he was 〈◊〉 ROB. Prais'd be our God we haue reueng'd his death Great Potentates consort him to his graue CHA. What man for grauity and sanctity May we thinke worthy of this honoured place ROB. Whose yeares deuotion and most sacred life Better can fit that holy place then his Whose worthy sonnes haue brought to end these warres Princes ioyne hands inuest him all at once Flourish OLD D. My feruent zeale bids I should not deny It brings my soule to heauen before I die EVST. But Princes whom will yee elect the King To guard this Citty from succeeding perill GODF. Robert of Normandy ROB. Oh chose Prince Tancred rather TANC. Too weake is my desert and I refuse it EVST. Then put it too most voices ALL Robert of Normandy ROB. Princes we much commend you for your loues But letters from England tell me William's dead And by succession left the Crowne to me I say Prince Godfrey hath deseru'd it best TAN. So Tancred sayes ALL And so say all the rest GODF. Princes ye presse me downe with too much honors And load a soule that cannot beare them vp Disswade me not no counsell I will heare Behold a Crowne which Godfrey meanes to weare A Crowne of Thornes This made the bloud run from our Sauiours Brow No Crowne but this can Godfreyes heart allow Prayers are my pride deuotion drawes my sword No pompe but this can Bullens soule affoord My vow 's irreuocable state I refuse No other Crowne but this will Godfrey chuse TAN. If he refuse the place elect Prince Guy Most voices shall he haue the Scepter ALL I ROB. Then Crowne him straight and henceforth let his name Be through the world call'd Guy of Lessingham All these desire it I consent with them Long liue Prince Guy King of Hierusalem Flourish GV. The Crowne is burst and parted from my head I feare the heauens are angry with your choice OLD D. Sonne Guy they are not By Diuine instinct The heauens haue lent me a Propheticke spirit This she wes thy troublous raigne mutines from farre Shall fright thy Townes and Prouinces with warre GV. If it be nothing else Crowne me againe We haue a heart our Kingdome to maintaine What honours do my brothers heads awaite ROB. Prince Eustace you shall weare this Crowne of State Be King of Sicil and command that Isle Lord Charles the crowne of Cyprus longs to you That in the fight the King of Cyprus slue One generall voyce at once proclaime them Kings Flourish CHA. In memory of this solemnity Here will I leaue this Scutchion borne by mee That in what coast so e're my bones be laid This shield may be an honour to my Trade EVST. Mine shall hang there a trophee of my fame My Trade is famous by King Eustace name GVY. In memory a king hath borne this shield I adde these Challices to this Argent Field GODF. In honour of my first profession That shield in all these warres by Godfrey borne I crowne this Maids head with a wreath of Thorne OLD D. Oh were my daughter here this ioy to see How light her soule how glad would my heart bee TANC. VVould I had now my loue GVY. Or I that Dame That addes to beauties sunne a brighter flame ROB. VVere the faire virgine here I would renowne Her glorious beauty with the English Crowne EVST. Princes I le fit you all Lady come forth Enter BELLA FRANCA BELL. The louely Princes TAN. Faire Mistresse CHA. Lady GODF. Madame GV. Honoured Saint BELL. Nay pardon me loue comes not by constraint But Princes will you grant me patience Before I part I meane to please you all First holy Patriarch tell me of all others Whom in the world you most desire to see OLD D. My daughter BELL. Prince Godfrey Charles and Eustace whom say you ALL Next your selfe our sister BELL. And whom you TAN. My loue BELL. Who 's that TANC. Your honoured selfe faire Maid BELL. Nay I 'le make good the words that I haue said Father I giue a daughter to your hand Brothers behold here doth your sister stand Tancred behold the Lady you once ceas'd Onely I leaue Prince Robert here displeas'd OLD D. My daughter Bella Franca BRO. Sister TANC. Loue OLD D. I am to happy and too full of ioy Heauen powres on me more good then I can beare I that before was steru'd now surfet here ROB. Princes and Lady nothing can displease vs For we pertake in all this glad content And with applause reioyce this accident Tancred reioyce your loue and you your friends Where you beginne with marriage our loue ends Kings kings Peeres to heauen ascribe the glory Whilst we to Chronicles report this story GV. Make loue vnto my sister 't is most strange Now Guy I would thy hadst thy French loue here My heart should grant her what I then refus'd Now hauing got this state of dignity I grieue that I haue so obdurate beene But for amends would make her Syons Queene EVST. And well remembred brother I must now Entreate you for a pretty boy your Page That hath on some occasion stray'd from you GV. Oh brother where 's the villaine EVST. Pardon him and I will tell you GV. Great were th' offence I would not cleare for you EVST. The poore boy brother stayes within my Tent But so disguis'd you cannot know him now For hee 's turn'd wench and but I know the wagge To be a ioy to see him thus transform'd I should haue sworne he had bene a we◠indeed GV. Pray let me see him brother in that habite I would not loose the villaine for more gold Then Syon would be sold for he will blush To be tane tardy in his Maids attire EVST. You haue pardoned him GV. I haue EVST. Then lacke appeare Enter the French Lady Nay blush not to be in your womans geere GV. Leape heart dance spirit be merry iocund soule 'T is she vndoubtedly FREN. LAD. You know me then GV. I do 't was that disguise That all this while hath blinded my cleere eyes EVST. Fie are you not asham'd to kisse a boy And in your armes to graspe him with such ioy GV. She is no boy you do mistake her quite EVST. A boy a Page a wagtaile by this light VVhat say you sister BELL. Sure he told me so For if he be a maide I made him one EVST. Do not mistake the sex man for he 's none It is a rogue a wag his name is Iack A notable dissembling lad a Crack GVY. Brother 't is you that are deceiu'd in her Beshrew her she hath beene my bedfellow A yeare and more yet I had not the grace Brothers receiue a sister reuerent father Accept a daughter whilst I take a wife And of a great Kings daughter make a Queene This is the beauteous virgin the French Lady To whom my fortune still remaines in debt EVST. A Lady then I cry you mercy brother A gallant Bride would I had such another FREN. L. A wondrous change she that your Page hath beene Is now at length transform'd to be your Queene Pardon me Guy my loue drew me along No shamelesse lust GVY. Faire Saint I did you wrong If fortune had not bene your friend in this You had not laine thus long without a kisse Father embrace her brothers sister all OLD D. This fortune makes our ioyes meere comicall The fame of our successe all Europe rings The father Patriarch sees his sonnes all Kings ROB. The heauens are full of bounty then braue Princes First in the Temple hang these Trophies vp As a remembrance of your fortunes past You good old father weare your Patriarchs Roabes Prince Godfrey walke you with your Crowne of Thorns Guy with his Lady Tancred with his wife Charles with his Crowne of Cyprus and yong Eustace Crown'd with the rich Sicilian Diadem I with the honour of the Pagans deaths So in Procession walke we to CHRISTS Tombe With humble hearts to pay our Pilgrimes vowes Repaire we to our Countries that once done For Syon and Ierusalem are wonne Exeunt Omnes FINIS