Left me in my distresse when we alone Sit in these desarts neuer by rude force Did do me the least shame or violence FREN. LAD. A good cause why I leade so chaste a life A iealous man may trust me with his wife EVST. Well sirra for your truth and honesty I pardon thee though I detest thy Lord FREN. LAD. Then let me change my habite gentle sir Least in this shape I chance to meete my Maister Then if you please I 'le cloath me like a Lady And waite vpon your sister in your Tent EVST. Nay if it please thee I am well content FREN. LAD. My plot is good well howsoere it proue 'T will either end my life or winne my loue EVST. Come best part of my selfe we now will goe To wayle our fortunes and discourse our woe I will disguis'd vnto the famous siege And in these Armes make knowne my valours proose You shall in secret in my Tent abide I to atchieue fame will my spirits employ After this griefe my heart diuines much ioy Exit Enter ROBERT and TANCRED GODFREY and CHARLES with their Shields and Scutchions Drumme and Souldiers GODFREYES Shield hauing a Maidenhead with a Crowne in it CHARLES his Shield the Haberdashers Armes ROB. Behold the high wals of 〈◊〉 Which Titus and Vespasian once brake downe From off these Turrets haue the ancient Iewes Seene worlds of people mustring on these Plaines Oh Princes which of all your eyes are dry To looke vpon this Temple now destroy'd Yonder did stand the great Ichonahs House In midst of all his people there he dwelt Vessels of gold did serue his Sacrifice And with him for the people spake the Priests There was the Arke the Show-bread Aarons Rod Sanctum Sanctorum and the Cherubines Now in that holy place where GOD himselfe Was personally present Pagans dwell False Gods are reard each Temple Idols beares Oh who can see this and abstaine from teares GODF. This way this sacred path our Sauiour trode When he came riding to Hierusalem Whilst the religious people spred his way With flowers and garments and Hosanna cry'd Yonder did stand the great Church where he taught Confuting all the Scribes and Pharisees This place did witnesse all his miracles Within this place did stand the iudgement seate Where Pontius Pilate with the Elders sate Where they condemn'd him to be whipt and crown'd To be derided mockt and crucified His hands bor'd through with nailes his side with Speares Oh who can see this place and keepe his teares CHA. On yond side of the Towne he died for vs At whose departure all these wals did shake And the destroyed Temples vaile did rend The groues are to be seene from which Ghosts rose There stood the Crosse there stands the Sepulchre The place still beares the name of Dead mens bones And still the Tombe our Sauiours Liuery weares What eye can see it and not melt in teares TAN. No souldier but shall looke with reuerence Vpon these faire and glorious Monuments To sweare or speake prophanely shall be death I cast my heart as low as to this earth And wish that I could march vpon my knees In true submission and right holy zeale Oh since our warres are Gods abandon feares But in contrition weepe repentant teares ROB. Sound a Parlee I see your hearts are fir'd Your soules with victory from heauen inspir'd Sound a Parlee Enter vpon the walles SOLDAN SOPHY TVRNVS MORATES Souldiours Flourish SOL. Why swarme these Christians to our Citty wals Looke forreiners do not not the lofty Spires And these cloud-kissing Turrets that you see Strike deadly terrour in your wounded soules Go Persian flourish my vermillion flag Aduance my Standerd high the sight whereof Will driue these stragglers in disordered rankes And in a hurly burly throng them hence PER. SOP. See how they quake to view our martiall looks As when a sturdy Ciclops reares aloft A boisterous Truncheon 'mongst a troupe of Dwarfes GODF. Soldan and Sophy ye damn'd hel-hounds both So quakes the Eagle to behold a gnat The Lyon to behold a Marmosat I 'le beard and braue you in your owne beliefe As when the heathen God whom you call Ioue Warr'd with the Giant great Enceladus And flung him from Olympus two-topt Mount The swaynes stood trembling to behold his fall That with his weight did make the earth to groane So Soldan looke when I haue skal'd these wals And won the place where now thou stand'st secure To be hurl'd head-long from the proudest Tower In scorne of thee thy false gods and their power CHA. We will assaile you like rebounding Rocks Bandied against the battlements of heauen Wee 'le turne thy Citty into desart plaines And thy proud Spires that seemes to kisse 〈◊〉 Cloudes Shall with their guilt-tops paue the miry streetes As all too base for vs to march vpon Seest thou this sheild how euer this deuice Seemes not to ranke with Empereurs Soldan know This shield shall giue thy fatall ouerthrow SOL. Such peales of Thunder did I neuer heare I thinke that very words these wals will teare GODF. This shield you see includes two mysteries A Virgine crown'd it is the Mercers Armes With all the picture of my loue that 's fled Both these I 'le grace and adde to them thy head SOP. Me thinkes I see pale death flie from their words Their speech so strong how powerfull are their swords CHA. Since first I bore this shield I quartered it With this red Lyon whom I singly once Slew in the Forrest thus much haue I already Added vnto the Haberdashers Armes But ere I leaue these faire Iudaean Bounds Vnto this Lyon I 'le adde all your Crownes TVR. Send for some prisoners martyre torture them Euen in the face of all the Christian Hoast SOL. It shall be so Moretes bring them forth ROR. No drop of bloud fals from a Christian heart But thy hearts bloud shall ransome Enter some bringing forth old Bullen and other prisoners bound SOL. Bring them forth Deuise new tortures Oh for some rare Artist That could inuent a death more terrible Then are the euer lasting pangs of hell OLD BVL. Oh brethren let not me moue you to ruth Happy is he that suffers for the truth The ioyes to come exceed the present griefe Secure your selues for CHRIST is my reliefe GODF. Why shrinks the warme blod from my troubled heart CHA. Why starts my haire vp at this heauy sight GODF. Say father are not you the Bullen Earle OLD B. Faire sonne I was the happen Bullen Earle But now my sonne CHA. Call no man sonne but me Father my sword shall winne you liberty GODF. Peace forged Bastard whatsoere thou be My reuerend father call none sonne but me For in this sword doth rest thy liberty CHA. Such mercy as my sword affoords to Paganes He findes that cals me bastard I am Charles Father you know me since I reskued you I am your onely sonne the rest are dead OLD BVL. I know thee Charles GODF. But father I
Lords let our vnited bands Winne back Iudea from the Pagans hands Exeunt all marching Manet the French Lady LADIE Thus haue I maskt my bashfull modesty Vnder the habite of a trusty Page And now my seruants seruant am I made Loue that transform'd the Gods to sundry shapes Hath wrought in me this Metamorphosis My loue and Lord that honoured me a woman Loues me a youth employes me euery where I serue him waite vpon him and he sweares He fauours both my truth and dilligence And now I haue learnt to be a perfect Page He will haue none to trusse his points but me At boord to waite vpon his cup but me To beare his Target in the field but me Nay many a thing which makes me blush to speak He will haue none to lie with him but me I dreame and dreame and things come in my mind Onely I hide my eyes but my poore heart Is bar'd and kept from loues satiety Like Tantalus such is my poore repast I see the Apples that I cannot taste I 'le stay my time and hope yet ere I die My heart shall feast as richly as my eye Exit Flourish Enter the old SOLDAN the yong SOPHIE Tables and Formes and MORETES TVRNVS with drumme and Souldiers SOL. Counsell braue Lords the Christian Army marcheth Euen to our gates with paces vndisturb'd The hollow earth resounds with weight of armes And shrinkes to beare so huge a multitude They make a valley as they march along And raising hils encompasse either side Counsell braue Lords these terrours to decide SOP. Ioues great Vice-gerent ouer all the world Let vs confront their pride and with our powers Disperse the strength of their assembled Troupes SOL. Sion is ours by conquest All Iudaea Is the rich honour of our conquering swords Shall we not guard it then and make our breasts The wals that shall defend Ierusalem SO. They shal march ouer vs that march this way Before the Christians shall attaine these wals With dead mens faces we will paue the earth SOL. I cannot iudge the Christians are so mad To come in way of battell but of peace SOP. They rather trauell in deuotion To pay their vowes at their Messia's Tombe And so as Pilgrimes not as Souldiers come SOL. Your own power blinds you and hath skreend your eies My haires do weare experience liuery But yours the badge of youth and idlenesse Their Army stands vpon a Mountaine top Like a huge Forrest their tall Pikes like Pines In height do ouer-peere the lower Trees Their Horsemen ride like Centaur's in the meads And scout abroad for pillage and for prey Courage is their good Captaine SOP. Courage no Pale feare and blacke destruction leads the soe SOL. I say againe the Christian Princes leade An Army for their power inuincible Victorious hope sits houering on their plumes Their guilded Armour shines against the Sunne Dazeling our eyes from top of yonder Hill Like the bright streakes that flow from Paradise SOP. Oh conquest worthy the braue Persian swords Let vs descend from forth the Towne and meete them SOL. No SOP. Yes SOL. Should Ioue himselfe in Thunder answere I When we say no wee 'd pull him from the skie SOP. Should Soldan Sophy Preist or Presbyter Or Gods or deuils or men gaine-say our will Him them or thee would the braue Persian Kill MOR Quench your hot spleenes with drops of sweete aduice Temper your rage with counsell mighty Kings SOL. I say â—e will make peace with Christendome SOP. I say the Persian scornes to be colleague Or to haue part with them of Christendome SOL. Yet heare my age SOP. Yet hearken to my youth MOR. My tongue giue place vnto the Soldâ— age TVR. But I applaud the Persians youthfull rage SOL. Stay Lords our graue experience doth forsee The mischeifes that attend on this debate We tread the path of our destruction By our dissentions grow the Christians strong Whom our vnited hearts may easily quell Braue Persian Sophy we commend your hate To them that haue abhor'd our Pagan gods Yet temper it with wisedome valiant Prince 'T is our security I would increase When with my words I mention gentle peace MOR. Experience doth instruct the Soldans tongue Hearken to him hee speakes iudicially SOP. My tongue a while giues licence to mine eare The depth of your graue wisedomes let vs heare SOL. Then thus let 's send vnto the Christians Hoast To know what cause hath brought them thus farre arm'd If peaceably they come to visite here The ancient Reliques of their Sauiours Tombe Peace shall conduct them in and guard them out But if they come to conquer Syons Hill And make irruption through our triple wals Death and despaire shall ambush in their way And we will seize the ensignes they display SOP. My youth yeelds willingly to your graue yeares Let it be so But whom shall we elect To be created Lords Embassadours SOL. Moretes shall be one for I am sure He will employ his tongue peace to procure SOP. Turnus another he that all things dares Will with defiance stirre them vp to warre SOL. Moretes and braue Turnus speed you straight Vnto the Christian Hoast Say if they come Like Pilgrimes to behold the Sepulchre Our gates stand open to receiue them in And be you painefull to perswade a peace But if they stand vpon their hostile ground Say that our brests are arm'd our swords are keene Bold are our hearts and fiery is our spleene And so be gone MOR. I to perswade a peace Exit TVR. I go the furious rage of warre t' encrease Exit SOL. We will meane time conduct our royall hoast One halfe is mine the other you shall lead To intercept them ere they winne the sight Of these inuincible and high-built walles Braue Persians we will both in ambush lie Sure now the Christians are all come to die Exeunt Enter TANCRED with BELLA FRANCA richly attired shee some-what affecting him though she makes no shew of it ROBERT of Normandy the foure brethren and the French Lady like a Page TANC. Behold braue Christian Princes all the glory That Tancred can inherite in this world EVST. Part of it 's mine CHA. And part belongs to me GODF. An heauenly mixture now beshrew my heart But Godfrey with the rest could cry halfe part GV. I am all hers ROB. That Lady seemes to me The fairest creature euer eye did see BEL. Tancred of all thy face best pleaseth mee in priuate TAN. Faire Lady EVST. Madame CHA. Mistresse GODF. Beauteous loue GV. Bright Goddesse ROB. Nymph FREN. LAD. Loue whom ye will say I So yee affect not my beloued Guy TAN. Lords she is mine EVS. When did my interest cease CHA. When I am here you brother Out-law peace GODF. Why should not I enioy her ROB. Why not I GV. She can haue none but me EVST. CHAR. That we deny BELL. Princes what meanes this frenzy in your hearts Or hath some Negromanticke Coniurer Rais'd by his Art some fury in
know your worths your liues are sau'd Yet that the world shall see we prise our Lawes And are not partiall should we sit on Kings Wee doome you euerlasting banishment From out the Christian Army EVS. Banishment This was your doing well I 'le be reueng'd By all the hopes that I haue lost I will Princes your doomes are vpright I obey them And voluntarily exile my selfe Against my furious spirit I could weepe To leaue this royall Army and to loose The honour promist in the Pagans deaths Farewell to all with teares of griefe I go Yee are all my friends thou onely art my foe GVY. Hold me so still where ere I next shall meete thee This sword like thunder on thy crest shall greet thee Banisht the Campe I go but not so farre But I will make one in this Christian warre Like an vnknowne Knight I will beare a sheild In it engrauen the Trade I did professe When once I was a Gold-smith in Cheape-side And if I prosper to these armes I 'le adde Some honour and the scutcheon I shall beare Shall to the Pagans bring pale death and feare Adiew braue Christian Lords for I must stray A banisht man can neuer misse his way GODF. Why do you looke so sad vpon their griefes CHA. Ah pardon me My heart begot a thought At their departure which had bene of force T' haue strayn'd a teare or two from my moiste eye How like was he to Eustace he to Guy GODF. A leaden weight of griefe lies at my heart And I could wish my selfe were banisht too To beare them in their sorrowes company ROB. These for examples sake must be remou'd And though their absence will much weaken vs Yet we had rather put vs in Gods guard Lessening our owne strength then to beare with that Which might in time lead to our ouerthrow March forward Lords our loue we will deferre Prince Tancred till our warres cheife heat be spent Keepe still this beauteous Lady in your Tent Exeunt flourish Manent two Ladies FREN. LAD. My Lord is banisht what shall poore I do There is no way but I must after too But ere I go some cunning I must vse To make this Lady my Lords loue refuse BELL. Faire youth why haue you singled me along Is it to share ioy or partake my mone FREN. LAD. Whether you please Inuention helpe me now apart To bring her out of loue with my sweete Lord For should she loue him I were quite vndone Madame in faith how many suiters haue you BELL. More then I wish I had First the French Generall FREN. LAD. Oh God I feare I thinke I am accurst Shee loues him best because she names him first BELL. The English Robert County Palatine Two Gentlemen that tooke me in the woods One is now banisht but the other still Stayes in the Army then the Bulloigne Duke FREN. LAD. And which of all these is the properest man BELL. 'Faith let me heare thy iudgement FREN LAD. Prince Robert is a gallant Gentlemen But the French Lord vncomely and vnshap'd Tancred's a proper man but the French Lord He hath no making no good shape at all I could not loue a man of his complexion I would not sue him if I were a Lady Had he more Crownes then Caesar conquered BELL. I see no such defects in that French Lord FREN. LAD. I I 't is so Vpon my life she loues him I must deuise some plot or they will vse Some meanes to meete and mâ—ry out of hand Lady he was my Maister but beleeue me He is the most inâ—e man for women That euer breath'd nay Madame which is more He loues variety and delights in change And I heard him say should he be married Hee 'd make his wife a Cucke-queane BEL. Why though he do 't is verâ— in a woman If she can beare his imperfections FREN. LAD. Vpon my life they are made sure already Shee 's pleas'd with any imperfections What should I do BELL. Now faire youth list to me I will acquaint thee with a secrecy These Lords so trouble me with their vaine suites That I am tir'd and wearied and resolue To steale away in secret from the Campe FREN. LAD. My Guy is gone and she would follow him I must preuent it or else loose my loue BELL. Wilt thou consort me beare me company And share with me in ioy and misery FREN. LAD. Madame I will She loues him and no wonder I 'le go be 't but to keepe them still assunder BELL. Then from their Tents this night wee 'le steale away And through the wide woods and the Forrests stray Exeunt Florish Enter SOLDAN SOPHIE TVRNVS MORETES Drummes Ensignes and Souldiers SOL. Then your reports sound nought but death and war MOR. The Christians would not lend an eare to peace SOP. Since they demeane themselues so honourably This earth shall giue them honourable graues TVR. By pride her selfe are their proud Ensignes boâ—ne Warre in their tongues sits in their faces scorne SOL. Our resolutions shall controule base feares Wee are proud as they our swords shall answere theirs SOP. Didst thou deliuer our strict Embassie TVR. I did my Lord SOL. Did they not quake to heare it TVR. No more then Rockes shake with a puffe of breath They come resolu'd and not in feare of death SOP. Lookt they not pale TVR. With fury not with feare The'were mad because your forces were not there SOL. Did you not dash their spirits fell not their 〈◊〉 Downe to the earth when thou didst speake of vs Went not a fearefull murmur through their Hoast When thou did'st number our vnnumbred power Did not their faint swords tremble in their hands At that name Soldan SOP. Or when thou namd'st mee My power my strength my matchlesse chiualry Fell they not flat vpon the earth with feare TVR. No but their proud hearts bounded in their breasts Their plumes flew brauely on their golden crests And they were ready to haue fallen at iarre Which of them first should with the Persian warre MOR. There was no tongue but breath'd defiance forth I could not see a face but menac'd death No hand but brandisht a victorious sword They all cry Battaile Battaile peace defie And not a heart but promist victory SOL. There 's not an heart shall scape our tyranny Since they prouoke our indignation Like the vaste Ocean shall our courage rise To drown their pride and all their powers surprise SOP. My Cemytar is like the bolt of Ioue That neuer toucheth but it strikes with death Oh how I long till we with speares in rests Strike out the lightning from their high-plum'd crests SOL. I would burne off this beard in such a flame As I could kindle with my puissant blowes Yet the least haire I valew at more worth Then all the Christian Empire SOL. Speake braue Soldan Shall our bar'd horses clime yond Mountaine tops And bid them battell where they pitch their Tents SOL. Courage cries on but good aduice saith stay