here For wise Achitophel hath counseld Absalon To take aduantage of your wearie armes And come this night vpon you in the fields But yet the Lord hath made his counsell skorne And Cusaies pollicie with praise preferd Which was to number euery Israelite And so assault you in their pride of strength Ionat. Abiathar besides intreats the King To send his men of warre against his sonne And hazard not his person in the field Dauid Thankes to Abiathar and to you both And to my Cusay whom the Lord requite But tenne times treble thankes to his soft hand Whose pleasant touch hath made my heart to dance And play him praises in my zealous breast That turnd the counsell of Achitophel After the praiers of his seruants lips Now will we passe the riuer all this night And in the morning sound the voice of warre The voice of bloudie and vnkindly warre Ioab Then tell vs how thou wilt deuide thy men And who shall haue the speciall charge herein Dau. Ioab thy selfe shall for thy charge conduct The first third part of all my valiant men The second shall Abisaies valour lead The third faire Ithay which I most should grace For comfort he hath done to Dauids woes And I my selfe will follow in the midst Ith. That let not Dauid for though we should flie Tenne thousand of vs were not halfe so much Esteemd with Dauids enemies as himselfe Thy people louing thee denie thee this Da. What seemes them best then that will Dauid doe But now my lords and captaines heare his voice That neuer yet pierst pittious heauen in vaine Then let it not slip lightly through your eares For my sake spare the young man Absalon Ioab thy selfe didst once vse friendly words To reconcile my heart incenst to him If then thy loue be to thy kinsman sound And thou wilt proue a perfit Israelite Friend him with deeds and touch no haire of him Not that fair haire with which the wanton winds Delight to play and loues to make in curle Wherein the Nightingales would build their nests And make sweet bowers in euery golden tresse To sing their louer euery night asleepe O spoile not Ioab Ioues faire ornaments Which he hath sent to solace Dauids soule The best ye see my lords are swift to sinne To sinne our feet are washt with milke of Roes And dried againe with coales of lightening O Lord thou seest the prowdest sinnes poore slaue And with his bridle pulst him to the graue For my sake then spare louely Absalon Ith. Wee will my lord for thy sake fauour him Exeunt Achitophel solus with a halter Achi. Now hath Achitophel orderd his house And taken leaue of euery pleasure there Hereon depends Achitophels delights And in this circle must his life be closde The wise Achitophel whose counsell prou'd Euer as sound for fortunate successe As if men askt the Oracle of God Is now vsde like the foole of Israel Then set thy angrie soule vpon her wings And let her flie into the shade of death And for my death let heauen for euer weepe Making huge flouds vpon the land I leaue To rauish them and all their fairest fruits Let all the sighs I breath'd for this disgrace Hang on my hedges like eternall mists As mourning garments for their maisters death Ope earth and take thy miserable sonne Into the bowels of thy cursed wombe Once in a surfet thou diddest spue him forth Now for fell hunger sucke him in againe And be his bodie poyson to thy vaines And now thou hellish instrument of heauen Once execute th' arrest of Ioues iust doome And stop his breast that curseth Israel Exit Absalon Amasa with all his traine Abs. Now for the crowne and throne of Israel To be confirmd with vertue of my sword And writ with Dauids bloud vpon the blade Now Ioue let forth the golden firmament And looke on him with all thy fierie eyes Which thou hast made to giue their glories light To shew thou louest the vertue of thy hand Let fall a wreath of starres vpon my head Whose influence may gouerne Israel With state exceeding all her other Kings Fight lords and captaines that your soueraignes face May shine in honour brighter then the sunne And with the vertue of my beautious raies Make this faire land as fruitfull as the fields That with sweet milke and hony ouerflow'd God in the whiffing of a pleasant wind Shall march vpon the tops of Mulberie trees To coole all breasts that burne with any greefes As whylome he was good to Moyses men By day the Lord shall sit within a cloud To guide your footsteps to the fields of ioy And in the night a piller bright as fire Shall goe before you like a second sunne Wherein the essence of his godhead is That day and night you may be brought to peace And neuer swarue from that delightsome path That leads your soules to perfect happinesse This shall he doe for ioy when I am King Then fight braue captaines that these ioies may flie Into your bosomes with sweet victorie Exeunt The battell and Absalon hangs by the haire What angrie angel sitting in these shades Hath laid his cruell hands vpon my haire And holds my body thus twixt heauen and earth Hath Absalon no souldier neere his hand That may vntwine me this vnpleasant curle Or wound this tree that rauisheth his lord O God behold the glorie of thy hand And choisest fruit of Natures workemanship Hang like a rotten branch vpon this tree Fit for the axe and ready for the fire Since thou withholdst all ordinarie helpe To lose my bodie from this bond of death O let my beautie fill these sencelesse places With sence and power to lose me from this plague And worke some wonder to preuent his death Whose life thou madst a speciall miracle Ioab with another souldier Sould. My lord I saw the young prince Absalon Hang by the haire vpon a shadie oke And could by no meanes get himselfe vnlosde Ioab Why slewst thou not the wicked Absalon That rebell to his father and to heauen That so I might haue giuen thee for thy paines Tenne siluer sickles and a golden wast Sould. Not for a thousand sickles would I slay The sonne of Dauid whom his father chargd Nor thou Abisay nor the sonne of Gath Should touch with stroke of deadly violence The charge was giuen in hearing of vs all And had I done it then I know thy selfe Before thou wouldst abide the Kings rebuke Wouldst haue accus'd me as a man of death Ioab I must not now stand trifling here with thee Abs. Helpe Ioab helpe O helpe thy Absalon Let not thy angrie thoughts be laid in bloud In bloud of him that sometimes nourisht thee And softned thy sweet heart with friendly loue O giue me once againe my fathers sight My deerest father and my princely soueraigne That shedding teares of bloud before his face The ground may witnesse and the heauens record My last submission sound and full
in life and death Da. Then gentle Ithay be thou still with vs A ioy to Dauid and a grace to Israel Goe Sadoc now and beare the arke of God Into the great Ierusalem againe If I find fauour in his gratious eyes Then will he lay his hand vpon my heart Yet once againe before I visit death Giuing it strength and vertue to mine eies To tast the comforts and behold the forme Of his faire arke and holy tabernacle But if he say my wonted loue is worne And I haue no delight in Dauid now Here lie I armed with an humble heart T' imbrace the paines that anger shall impose And kisse the sword my lord shall kill me with Then Sadoc take Ahimaas thy sonne With Ionathan sonne to Abiathar And in these fields will I repose my selfe Till they returne from you some certaine newes Sadoc Thy seruants will with ioy obey the King And hope to cheere his heart with happy newes Exit Sadoc Ahimaas and Ionathan Ith. Now that it be no greefe vnto the King Let me for good enforme his maiestie That with vnkind and gracelesse Absalon Achitophel your auncient counsellor Directs the state of this rebellion Dauid Then doth it aime with danger at my crowne O thou that holdst his raging bloudy bound Within the circle of the siluer moone That girds earths center with his watrie scarfe Limit the counsell of Achitophel No bounds extending to my soules distresse But turne his wisdome into foolishnesse Enter Cusay with his coat turnd and head couered Cusay Happinesse and honour to my lord the King Dauid What happinesse or honor may betide His state that toiles in my extremities Cus. O let my gracious soueraine cease these greefes Vnlesse he wish his seruaut Cusayes death Whose life depends vpon my lords releefe Then let my presence with my sighs persume The pleasant closet of my soueraignes soule Da. No Cusay no thy presence vnto me Will be a burthen since I tender thee And cannot breake thy sighs for Dauids sake But if thou turne to faire Ierusalem And say to Absalon as thou hast been A trusty friend vnto his fathers seat So thou wilt be to him and call him King Achitophels counsell may be brought to naught Then hauing Sadoc and Abiathar All three may learne the secrets of my sonne Sending the message by Ahimaas And friendly Ionathan who both are there Then rise referring the successe to heauen Da. Cusay I rise though with vnweldie bones I carrie armes against my Absalon Exeunt Absalon Amasa Achitophel with the concubines of Dauid and others in great state Absalon crowned Abs. Now you that were my fathers concubines Liquor to his inchast and lustfull fire Haue seene his honour shaken in his house Which I possesse in sight of all the world I bring ye forth for soiles to my renowne And to eclipse the glorie of your King Whose life is with his honour fast inclosd Within the entrailes of a Ieatie cloud Whose dissolution shall powre downe in showers The substance of his life and swelling pride Then shall the stars light earth with rich aspects And heauen shall burne in loue with Absalon Whose beautie will suffice to chast all mists And cloth the suns spheare with a triple fire Sooner then his cleare eyes should suffer staine Or be offended with a lowring day Concub. Thy fathers honour gracelesse Absalon And ours thus beaten with thy violent armes Will crie for vengeance to the host of heauen Whose power is euer armed against the prowd And will dart plagues at thy aspiring head For doing this disgrace to Dauids throne 2. To Dauids throne to Dauids holy throne Whose scepter angels guard with swords of fire And sit as Eagles on his conquering fist Ready to prey vpon his enemies Then thinke not thou the captaine of his foes Wert thou much swifter then Azahell was That could out-pace the nimble footed Roe To scape the furie of their thumping beakes Or dreadfull scope of their commanding wings Achip. Let not my lord the King of Israel Be angrie with a sillie womans threats But with the pleasure he hath erst enioied Turne them into their cabinets againe Till Dauids conquest be their ouerthrow Abs. Into your bowers ye daughters of Disdaine Gotten by furie of vnbridled lust And wash your couches with your mourning teares For greefe that Dauids kingdome is decaied 1. No Absalon his kingdome is enchaind Fast to the finger of great Iacobs God Which will not lose it for a rebels loue Exeunt Amasa If I might giue aduise vnto the King These concubines should buy their taunts with bloud Abs. Amasa no but let thy martiall sword Empty the paines of Dauids armed men And let these foolish women scape our hands To recompence the shame they haue sustaind First Absolon was by the Trumpets sound Proclaimd through Hebron King of Israel And now is set in faire Ierusalem With complete state and glorie of a crowne Fiftie faire footmen by my chariot run And to the aire whose rupture rings my fame Where ere I ride they offer reuerence Why should not Absolon that in his face Carries the finall purpose of his God That is to worke him grace in Israel Endeuour to atchieue with all his strength The state that most may satisfie his ioy Keeping his statutes and his couenants pure His thunder is intangled in my haire And with my beautie is his lightning quencht I am the man he made to glorie in When by the errors of my fathers sinne He lost the path that led into the land Wherewith our chosen ancestors were blest Enter Cusay Cus. Long may the beautious King of Israel liue To whom the people doe by thousands swarme Abs. What meaneth Cusay so to greet his foe In this the loue thou shewdst to Dauids soule To whose assistance thou hast vowed thy life Why leauest thou him in this extremitie Cus. Because the Lord and Israel chuseth thee And as before I serud thy fathers turne With counsell acceptable in his sight So likewise will I now obey his sonne Abs. Then welcome Cusay to king Absalon And now my lords and louing counsellors I thinke it time to exercise our armes Against forsaken Dauid and his host Giue counsell first my good Achitophel What times and orders we may best obserue For prosperous manage of these high exploits Achi. Let me chuse out twelue thousand valiant men And while the night hides with her sable mists The close endeuors cunning souldiers vse I will assault thy discontented fire And while with weakenesse of their wearie armes Surchargd with toile to shun thy suddaine power The people flie in huge disordred troupes To saue their liues and leaue the King alone Then will I smite him with his latest wound And bring the people to thy feet in peace Abs. Well hath Achitophel giuen his aduise Yet let vs heare what Cusay counsels vs Whose great experience is well worth the eare Cus. Though wise Achitophel be much more meet To purchase hearing with my
lord the King For all his former counsels then my selfe Yet not offending Absolon or him This time it is not good nor worth pursute For well thou knowest thy fathers men are strong Chafing as shee beares robbed of their whelpes Besides the King himselfe a valiant man Traind vp in feats and stratagems of warre And will not for preuention of the worst Lodge with the common souldiers in the field But now I know his wonted policies Haue taught him lurke within some secret caue Guarded with all his stoutest souldiers Which if the forefront of his battell faint Will yet giue out that Absalon doth flie And so thy souldiers be discouraged Dauid himselfe withall whose angry heart Is as a Lyons letted of his walke Will fight himselfe and all his men to one Before a few shall vanquish him by feare My counsell therefore is with Trumpets sound To gather men from Dan to Bersabe That they may march in number like sea sands That nestle close in anothers necke So shall we come vpon him in our strength Like to the dew that fals in showers from heauen And leaue him not a man to march withall Besides if any citie succour him The numbers of our men shall fetch vs ropes And we will pull it downe the riuers streame That not a stone be left to keepe vs out Abs. What saies my lord to Cusaies counsell now Ama. I fancie Cusaies counsell better farre Then that is giuen vs from Achitophel And so I thinke doth euery souldier here All Cusaies counsell is better then Achitophels Abs. Then march we after Cusaies counsell all Sound trumpets through the bounds of Israel And muster all the men will serue the King That Absalon may glut his longing soule With sole fruition of his fathers crowne Exeunt Ach. Ill shall they fare that follow thy attempts That skornes the counsell of Achitophel Restat Cusay Cusay Thus hath the power of Iacobs iealous God Fulfild his seruant Dauids drifts by me And brought Achitophels aduise to scorne Enter Sadoc Abiathar Ahimaas and Ionathan Sadoc God saue lord Cusay and direct his zeale To purchase Dauids conquest gainst his sonne Abia. What secrets hast thou gleande from Absalon Cusay These sacred priests that beare the arke of God Achitophel aduisd him in the night To let him chuse twelue thousand fighting men And he would come on Dauid at vnwares While he was wearie with his violent toile But I aduisd to get a greater host And gather men from Dan to Bersabe To come vpon him strongly in the fields Then send Ahimaas and Ionathan To signifie these secrets to the King And will him not to stay this night abroad But get him ouer Iordane presently Least he and all his people kisse the sword Sadoc Then goe Ahimaas and Ionathan And straight conuey this message to the King Ahim. Father we will if Absalons cheefe spies Preuent not this deuise and stay vs here Exeunt Semei solus Semei The man of Israel that hath rul'd as King Or rather as the Tyrant of the land Bolstering his hatefull head vpon the throne That God vnworthily hath blest him with Shall now I hope lay it as low as hell And be depos'd from his detested chaire O that my bosome could by nature beare A sea of poyson to be powr'de vpon His cursed head that sacred baulme hath grac'd And consecrated King of Israel Or would my breath were made the smoke of hell Infected with the sighs of damned soules Or with the reeking of that serpents gorge That feeds on adders toads and venomous roots That as I opened my reuenging lips To curse the sheepeheard for his Tyrannie My words might cast rancke poyson to his pores And make his swolne and ranckling sinewes cracke Like to the combat blowes that breake the clouds When Ioues stout champions fight with fire See where he commeth that my soule abhors I haue prepard my pocket full of stones To cast at him mingled with earth and dust Which bursting with disdaine I greet him with Dauid Ioab Abyshai Ithay with others Semei Come forth thou murtherer and wicked man The Lord hath brought vpon thy cursed head The guiltlesse bloud of Saule and all his sonnes Whose royall throne thy basenesse hath vsurpt And to reuenge it deepely on thy soule The Lord hath giuen the kingdome to thy sonne And he shall wreake the traitrous wrongs of Saule Euen as thy sinne hath still importund heauen So shall thy murthers and adulterie Be punisht in the sight of Israel As thou deserust with bloud with death and hell Hence murtherer hence he threw at him Abis. Why doth his dead dog curse my lord the King Let me alone to take away his head Da. Why medleth thus the son of Zeruia To interrupt the action of our God Semei vseth me with this reproch Because the Lord hath sent him to reproue The sinnes of Dauid printed in his browes With bloud that blusheth for his conscience guilt Who dares then aske him why he curseth me Semei If then thy conscience tell thee thou hast sind And that thy life is odious to the world Command thy followers to shun thy face And by thy selfe here make away thy soule That I may stand and glorie in thy shame Da. I am not desperate Semei like thy selfe But trust vnto the couenant of my God Founded on mercie with repentance built And finisht with the glorie of my soule Semei A murtherer and hope for mercie in thy end Hate and destruction sit vpon thy browes To watch the issue of thy damned ghost Which with thy latest gaspe thei le take and teare Hurling in euery paine of hell a peece Hence murtherer thou shame to Israel Foule letcher drunkard plague to heauen and earth He throwes at him Ioab What is it pietie in Dauids thoughts So to abhorre from lawes of pollicie In this extremitie of his distresse To giue his subiects cause of carelesnesse Send hence the dog with sorrow to his graue Dauid Why should the sons of Zeruia seeke to checke His spirit which the Lord hath thus inspir'd Behold my sonne which issued from my flesh With equall furie seekes to take my life How much more then the sonne of Iemini Cheefely since he doth nought but Gods command It may be he will looke on me this day With gracious eyes and for his cursing blesse The heart of Dauid in his bitternesse Semei What doest thou fret my soule with sufferance O that the soules of Isboseth and Abner Which thou sentst swimming to their graues in bloud With wounds fresh bleeding gasping for reuenge Were here to execute my burning hate But I will hunt thy font with curses still Hence Monster Murtherer Mirror of Contempt He throwes dust againe Enter Ahimanas and Ionathan Ahim. Long life to Dauid to his enemies death Da. Welcome Ahimaas and Ionathan What newes sends Cusay to thy lord the King Ahim. Cusay would wish my lord the King To passe the riuer Iordane presently Least he and all his people perish
of ruth Ioab Rebell to nature hate to heauen and earth Shall I giue helpe to him that thirsts the soule Of his deere father and my soueraigne lord Now see the Lord hath tangled in a tree The health and glorie of thy stubborne heart And made thy pride curbd with a sencelesse plant Now Absalon how doth the Lord regard The beautie wherevpon thy hope was built And which thou thoughtst his grace did glorie in Findst thou not now with feare of instant death That God affects not any painted shape Or goodly personage when the vertuous soule Is stuft with naught but pride and stubbornnesse But preach I to thee while I should reuenge Thy cursed sinne that staineth Israel And makes her fields blush with her childrens bloud Take that as part of thy deserued plague Which worthily no torment can inflict Abs. O Ioab Ioab cruell ruthlesse Ioab Herewith thou woundst thy Kingly soueraignes heart Whose heauenly temper hates his childrens bloud And will be sicke I know for Absalon O my deere father that thy melting eyes Might pierce this thicket to behold thy sonne Thy deerest sonne gor'de with a mortall dart Yet Ioab pittie me pittie my father Ioab Pittie his soules distresse that mournes my life And will be dead I know to heare my death Ioab If he were so remorsefull of thy state Why sent he me against thee with the sword All Ioab meanes to pleasure thee withall Is to dispatch thee quickly of thy paine Hold Absalon Ioabs pittie is in this In this prowd Absalon is Ioabs loue He goes out Abs. Such loue such pittie Israels God send thee And for his loue to Dauid pittie me Ah my deere father see thy bowels bleed See death assault thy deerest Absalon See pittie pardon pray for Absalon Enter fiue or sixe souldiers See where the rebell in his glorie hangs Where is the vertue of thy beautie Absalon Will any of vs here now feare thy lookes Or be in loue with that thy golden haire Wherein was wrapt rebellion gainst thy sire And cords prepar'd to stop thy fathers breath Our captaine Ioab hath begun to vs And here 's an end to thee and all thy sinnes Come let vs take the beauteous rebell downe And in some ditch amids this darkesome wood Burie his bulke beneath a heape of stones Whose stonie heart did hunt his fathers death Enter in triumph with drum and ensigne Ioab Abyshai and souldiers to Absalon Ioab Well done tall souldiers take the Traitor downe And in this myerie ditch interre his bones Couering his hatefull breast with heapes of stones This shadie thicket of darke Ephrami Shall euer lower on his cursed graue Night Rauens and Owles shall ring his fatall knell And sit exclaiming on his damned soule There shall they heape their preyes of Carrion Till all his graue be clad with stinking bones That it may loth the sence of euery man So shall his end breed horror to his name And to his traitrous fact eternall shame Exit 5. Chorus Oh dreadfull president of his iust doome Whose holy heart is neuer toucht with ruth Of fickle beautie or of glorious shapes But with the vertue of an vpright soule Humble and zealous in his inward thoughts Though in his person loathsome and deform'd Now since this storie lends vs other store To make a third discourse of Dauids life Adding thereto his most renowmed death And all their deaths that at his death he iudgd Here end we this and what here wants to please We will supplie with treble willingnesse Absalon with three or foure of his seruants or gentlemen Abs. What boots it Absalon vnhappie Absalon Sighing I say what boots it Absalon To haue disclos'd a farre more worthy wombe Trumpets sound enter Ioab Ahimaas Cusay Amasa with all the rest Ioab Souldiers of Israel and ye sonnes of Iuda That haue contended in these irkesome broiles And ript old Israels bowels with your swords The godlesse generall of your stubborne armes Is brought by Israels helper to the graue A graue of shame and skorne of all the Tribes Now then to saue your honours from the dust And keepe your blouds in temper by your bones Let Ioabs ensigne shroud your manly heads Direct your eies your weapons and your hearts To guard the life of Dauid from his foes Error hath maskt your much too forward minds And you haue sind against the chosen state Against his life for whom your liues are blest And followed an vsurper to the field In whose iust death your deaths are threatened But Ioab pitties your disordered soules And therefore offers pardon peace and loue To all that will be friendly reconcil'de To Israels weale to Dauid and to heauen Amasa thou art leader of the host That vnder Absalon haue raisde their armes Then be a captaine wise and polliticke Carefull and louing for thy souldiers liues And lead them to this honourable league Amasa I will at least I le doe my best And for the gracious offer thou hast made I giue thee thankes as much as for my head Then you deceiu'd poore soules of Israel Since now ye see the errors you incurd With thankes and due submission be appeasde And as ye see your captaines president Here cast me then our swords at Ioabs feet Submitting with all zeale and residence Our goods and bodies to his gracious hands All stand vp Ioab Stand vp and take ye all your swords againe Dauid and Ioab shall be blest herein Iona. Now let me goe enforme my lord the King How God hath freed him from his enemies Ioab Another time Ahimaas not now But Cusay goe thy selfe and tell the King The happie message of our good successe Cus. I will my lord and thanke thee for thy grace Exit Cusay Iona. What if thy seruant should goe to my lord Ioab What newes hast thou to bring since he is gone Iona. Yet doe Ahimaas so much content That he may run about so sweet a charge Exit Ioab Run if thou wilt and peace be with thy steps Now follow that you may salute the King With humble hearts and reconciled soules Ama. We follow Ioab to our gracious King And him our swords shall honour to our deaths Exeunt Dauid Bethsabe Salomon Nathan Adonia Chileab with their traine Beth. What meanes my lord the lampe of Israel From whose bright eyes all eyes receiue their light To dim the glory of his sweet aspects And paint his countenance with his hearts distresse Why should his thoughts retaine a sad conceit When euery pleasure kneeles before his throne And sues for sweet acceptance with his grace Take but your Lute and make the mountaines dance Retriue the sunnes sphere and restraine the clouds Giue eares to trees make sauage Lyons tame Impose still silence to the loudest winds And fill the fairest day with foulest stormes Then why should passions of much meaner power Beare head against the heart of Israel Da. Faire Bethsabe thou mightst increase the strength Of these thy arguments drawne from my skill By vrging
faire young men whose haires shine in mine eve Like golden wyers of Dauids yuorie Lute Abs. Ammon where be thy shearers and thy men That we may powre in plenty of thy vines And eat thy goats milke and reioice with thee Am. Here commeth Ammons shearers and his men Absolon sit and reioice with me Here enter a company of sheepeheards and daunce and sing Am. Drinke Absolon in praise of Israel Welcome to Ammons fields from Dauids court Abs. Die with thy draught perish and die accurst Dishonour to the honour of vs all Die for the villany to Thamar done Vnworthy thou to be Kings Dauids sonne Exit Absa Ionad. O what hath Absolon for Thamar done Murthred his brother great king Dauids sonne Adon. Run Ionadab away and make it knowne What cruelty this Absolon hath showne Ammon thy brother Adonia shall Bury thy body among the dead mens bones And we will make complaint to Israel Of Ammons death and pride of Absolon Exeunt omnes Enter Dauid with Ioab Abyssus Cusay with drum and ensigne against Rabba This is the towne of the vncircumcised The citie of the kingdome this is it Rabba where wicked Hannon sitteth king Dispoile this King this Hannon of his crowne Vnpeople Rabba and the streets thereof For in their bloud and slaughter of the slaine Lyeth the honor of King Dauids line Ioab Abyshai and the rest of you Fight ye this day for great Ierusalem Ioab And see where Hannon showes him on the wals Why then do we forbeare to giue assault That Israel may as it is promised Subdue the daughters of the Gentils Tribes All this must be performd by Dauids hand Da. Harke to me Hannon and remember well As sure as he doth liue that kept my host What time our young men by the poole of Gibeon Went forth against the strength of Isboseth And twelue to twelue did with their weapons play So sure art thou and thy men of war To feele the sword of Israel this day Because thou hast defied Iacobs God And suffered Rabba with the Philistine To raile vpon the tribe of Beniamin Hannon Harke man as sure as Saul thy maister fell And gord his sides vpon the mountaine tops And Ionathan Abinadab and Melchisua Watred the dales and deepes of Askaron With bloudy streames that from Gilboa ran In channels through the wildernesse of Ziph What time the sword of the vncirumcised Was drunken with the bloud of Israel So sure shall Dauid perish with his men Vnder the wals of Rabba Hannons towne Ioab Hannon the God of Israel hath said Dauid the King shall weare that crowne of thine That weighs a Talent of the finest gold And triumph in the spoile of Hannons towne When Israel shall hale thy people hence And turne them to the tile-kill man and child And put them vnder harrowes made of yron And hew their bones with axes and their lims With yron swords deuide and teare in twaine Hannon this shall be done to thee and thine Because thou hast defied Israel To armes to armes that Rabba feele reuenge And Hannons towne become king Dauids spoile Alarum excursions assault Exeunt omnes Then the trumpets and Dauid with Hannons crowne Dau. Now clattering armes and wrathfull storms of war Haue thundred ouer Rabbaes raced towers The wreakefull ire of great Iehouaes arme That for his people made the gates to rend And clothed the Cherubins in fierie coats To fight against the wicked Hannons towne Pay thankes ye men of Iuda to the King The God of Syon and Ierusalem That hath exhalted Israel to this And crowned Dauid with this diademe Ioab Beauteous and bright is he among the Tribes As when the sunne attird in glist'ring robe Comes dauncing from his orientall gate And bridegroom-like hurles through the gloomy aire His radiant beames such doth King Dauid shew Crownd with the honour of his enemies towne Shining in riches like the firmament The starrie vault that ouerhangs the earth So looketh Dauid King of Israel Abyshai Ioab why doth not Dauid mount his throne Whom heauen hath beautified with Hannons crowne Sound Trumpets Shalmes and Instruments of praise To Iacobs God for Dauids victory Enter Ionadab Ionadab Why doth the King of Israel reioice Why sitteth Dauid crownd with Rabbaes rule Behold there hath great heauinesse befalne In Ammons fields by Absolons misdeed And Ammons shearers and their feast of mirth Absalon hath ouerturned with his sword Nor liueth any of King Dauids sonnes To bring this bitter tidings to the King Dauid Ay me how soone are Dauids triumphs dasht How suddenly declineth Dauids pride As doth the daylight settle in the west So dim is Dauids glory and his gite Die Dauid for to thee is left no seed That may reuiue thy name in Israel Iona. In Israel is left of Dauids seed Enter Adonia with other sonnes Comfort your lord you seruants of the King Behold thy sonnes returne in mourning weeds And only Ammon Absalon hath slaine Da. Welcome my sonnes deerer to me you are Then is this golden crowne or Hannons spoile O tell me then tell me my sonnes I say How commeth it to passe that Absolon Hath slaine his brother Ammon with the sword Ado. Thy sonnes O King went vp to Ammons fields To feast with him and eat his bread and oyle And Absalon vpon his mule doth come And to his men he sayth When Ammons heart Is merry and secure then strike him dead Because he forced Thamar shamefully And hated her and threw her forth his dores And this did he and they with him conspire And kill thy sonne in wreake of Thamars wrong Dauid How long shall Iuda and Ierusalem Complaine and water Syon with their teares How long shall Israel lament in vaine And not a man among the mighty ones Will heare the sorrowes of King Dauids heart Ammon thy life was pleasing to thy Lord As to mine eares the Musike of my Lute Or songs that Dauid tuneth to his Harpe And Absalon hath tane from me away The gladnesse of my sad distressed soule Exeunt omnes Manet Dauid Enter widdow of Thecoa Widdow God saue King Dauid King of Israel And blesse the gates of Syon for his sake Dau. Woman why mournest thou rise from the earth Tell me what sorrow hath befalne thy soule Widdow Thy seruants soule O King is troubled sore And greenous is the anguish of her heart And from Thecoa doth thy handmaid come Dauid Tell me and say thou woman of Thecoa What aileth thee or what is come to passe Widdow Thy seruant is a widdow in Thecoa Two sonnes thy handmaid had and they my lord Fought in the field where no man went betwixt And so the one did smite and slay the other And loe behold the kindred doth arise And crie on him that smote his brother That he therefore may be the child of death For we will follow and destroy the heire So will they quench that sparkle that is left And leaue nor name nor issue on the earth To me or to thy handmaids
husband dead Dauid Woman returne goe home vnto thy house I will take order that thy sonne be safe If any man say otherwise then well Bring him to me and I shall chastise him For as the Lord doth liue shall not a haire Shed from thy sonne or fall vpon the earth Woman to God alone belongs reuenge Shall then the kindred slay him for his sinne Widdow Well hath King Dauid to his handmaid spoke But wherefore then hast thou determined So hard a part against the righteous Tribes To follow and pursue the banished When as to God alone belongs reuenge Assuredly thou saist against thy selfe Therefore call home againe the banished Call home the banished that he may liue And raise to thee some fruit in Israel Da. Thou woman of Thecoa answere me Answere me one thing I shall aske of thee Is not the hand of Ioab in this worke Tell me is not his finger in this fact Wid. It is my lord his hand is in this worke Assure thee Ioab captaine of thy host Hath put these words into thy handmaids mouth And thou art as an angel from on high To vnderstand the meaning of my heart Lo where he commeth to his lord the King Enter Ioab Dauid Say Ioab didst thou send this woman in To put this parable for Absalon Ioab Ioab my lord did bid this woman speake And she hath said and thou hast vnderstood Dauid I haue and am content to do the thing Goe fetch my sonne that he may liue with me Ioab kneeles Ioab Now God be blessed for King Dauids life Thy seruant Ioab hath found grace with thee In that thou sparest Absolon thy child A beautifull and faire young man is he In all his bodie is no blemish seene His haire is like the wyer of Dauids Harpe That twines about his bright and yuorie necke In Israel is not such a goodly man And here I bring him to entreat for grace Enter Absolon with Ioab Dauid Hast thou slaine in the fields of Hazor Ah Absalon my sonne ah my sonne Absolon But wherefore doe I vexe thy spirit so Liue and returne from Gesur to thy house Returne from Gesur to Ierusalem What boots it to be bitter to thy soule Ammon is dead and Absolon suruiues Abs. Father I haue offended Israel I haue offended Dauid and his house For Thamars wrong hath Absolon misdone But Dauids heart is free from sharpe reuenge And Ioab hath got grace for Absalon Dauid Depart with me you men of Israel You that haue followed Rabba with the sword And ransacke Ammons richest treasuries Liue Absalon my sonne liue once in peace Peace with thee and with Ierusalem Exeunt omnes Manet Absolon Abs. Dauid is gone and Absolon remaines Flowring in pleasant spring time of his youth Why liueth Absalon and is not honoured Of Tribes and Elders and the mightiest ones That round about his Temples he may weare Garlands and wreaths set on with reuerence That euery one that hath a cause to plead Might come to Absolon and call for right Then in the gates of Syon would I sit And publish lawes in great Ierusalem And not a man should liue in all the land But Absolon would doe him reasons due Therefore I shall addresse me as I may To loue the men and Tribes of Israel Exit Enter Dauid Ithay Sadoc Ahimaas Ionathan with others Dauid barefoot with some lose couering ouer his head and all mourning Dau. Proud lust the bloudiest traitour to our soules Whose greedie throte nor earth aire sea or heauen Can glut or satisfie with any store Thou art the cause these torments sucke my bloud Piercing with venome of thy poysoned eies The strength and marrow of my tainted bones To punish Pharoh and his cursed host The waters shrinke at great Adonaies voice And sandie bottome of the sea appeard Offering his seruice at his seruants feet And to inflict a plague on Dauids sinne He makes his bowels traitors to his breast Winding about his heart with mortall gripes Ah Absalon the wrath of heauen inflames Thy scorched bosome with ambitious heat And Sathan sets thee on a lustie tower Shewing thy thoughts the pride of Israel Of choice to cast thee on her ruthlesse stones Weepe with me then ye sonnes of Israel He lies downe and all the rest after him Lie downe with Dauid and with Dauid mourne Before the holy one that sees our hearts Season this heauie soile with showers of teares And fill the face of euery flower with dew Weepe Israel for Dauids soule dissolues Lading the fountaines of his drowned eyes And powres her substance on the sencelesse earth Sadoc Weepe Israel O weepe for Dauids soule Strewing the ground with haire and garments torne For tragicke witnesse of your heartie woes Ahimaas O would our eyes were conduits to our hearts And that our hearts were seas of liquid bloud To powre in streames vpon this holy Mount For witnesse we would die for Dauids woes Iona. Then should this mount of Oliues seeme a plaine Drownd with a sea that with our sighs should rore And in the murmure of his mounting waues Report our bleeding sorrowes to the heauens For witnesse we would die for Dauids woes Ith. Earth cannot weepe ynough for Dauids woes Then weepe you heauens and all you clouds dissolue That pittious stars may see our miseries And drop their golden teares vpon the ground For witnesse how they weepe for Dauids woes Sadoc Now let my soueraigne raise his prostrate bones And mourne not as a faithlesse man would doe But be assurd that Iacobs righteous God That promist neuer to forsake your throne Will still be iust and pure in his vowes Da. Sadoc high priest preseruer of the arke Whose sacred vertue keepes the chosen crowne I know my God is spotlesse in his vowes And that these haires shall greet my graue in peace But that my sonne should wrong his tendred soule And fight against his fathers happinesse Turnes all my hopes into despaire of him And that despaire feeds all my veines with greefe Ithay Thinke of it Dauid as a fatall plague Which greefe preserueth but preuenteth not And turne thy drooping eyes vpon the troupes That of affection to thy worthinesse Doe swarme about the person of the King Cherish their valours and their zealous loues With pleasant lookes and sweet encouragements Da. Me thinkes the voice of Ithay fils mine eares Ith. Let not the voice of Ithay loth thine eares Whose heart would baulme thy bosome with his teares Dauid But wherefore goest thou to the wars with vs Thou art a stranger here in Israel And sonne to Achis mightie king of Gath Therefore returne and with thy father stay Thou camst but yesterday and should I now Let thee partake these troubles here with vs Keepe both thy selfe and all thy souldiors safe Let me abide the hazards of these armes And God requite the friendship thou hast shewd Ith. As sure as Israels God giues Dauid life What place or perill shall containe the King The same will Ithay share