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The tragical history, admirable atchievments and various events of Guy Earl of Warwick a tragedy acted very frequently with great applause by his late Majesties servants / written by B.J.; Guy of Warwick (Romance)
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B. J.
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1661
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love the Monarch of the world Guy The Monarch of black Hell should I not scorn the love of Belzebub Leviathan Sultan stamps Nay Sir I 'le make you tear your Mahomet and stamp and stare Enter Sparrow with a Pagan in a Halter Spar. I and swear too ifaith afore I have done with him O Master you think I can do nothing I have catchta Pogon Guy How sir I pray Spar. Why Master after the valliantest manner that could be for I found him asleep and having a Halter in my pocket put it about his Neck instead of a falling band Guy But what will you do with him now Spar. Marry Master first and come fordermost I 'le hang him two houres by the Clock then I 'le cut off his head because he shall not call me knave for my labour and when I have done so I 'le let him go his way nay ye whorson Pogon I 'le tickle ye that 's flat The Pogan takes the Halter from his own Neck and put 's it about Sparrows neck and runs away O Master the Pogon has given me two slips for a Tester but I 'le after him if I catch him again I 'le give him a Cawd east in 's Chaps that 's two turns and a wry mouth and then he may drink to his friends all the day after Exit Sparrow Guy Since that your Majesty hath back delivered this Sultan Shamurath into my hands know the ransome I will set on him shall please our God and all good Christians O blessed Emperour think upon the Crosse which is the true badg of our sweet Saviour Christ by whose great help we have got Victory Then to enlarge the Fame of Christendome and our great makers ever glorious name Thou Sultan Shamurath with all thy Hoast shall leave your faith and become Christians do this from any ransome thou art free and all thy people set at liberty Sult We yield consent victorious Conqueror the God you serve is great Omnipotent ruling the day of battle as he please making one hundred kill ten thousand men such were the odds of our Battallions therefore for Guy of Warwicks sake wee 'l trust in Christ and Mahound clean forsake King Then fit we honour'd to the Marble Tomb where you shall have received your Christendome you and your Lords shall take a Solemne Oath that all your Empery shall do the like come on brave Guy for by thy hand is done this Everlasting fame to Christendome Exeunt King and Sultan Guy Go on great Kings I 'le follow presently and now since all those wars are at an end and that my heavenly Maker hath vouchsaft to give me victory against his foes in lowly Pilgrimage I vow to come and visit my dear Saviours blessed Tomb there for an everlasting memory I 'le offer up my sword and furniture and here I make a vow in sight of Heaven that henceforth I 'le never bear Armes again but spend the residue of my sinful Life in zealous Prayers and repentant Tears for all the follies of my wretchlesse youth Now glorious God with thy Auspicious eye smile on this happy work that 's thus began to enlarge the fame of blessed Christendome Exit Actus Quartus Enter Time THus Time that in his ceaslesse motion controuls the hearts of Kings and Emperours hath now converted Sultan Shamurath to tread the path of perfect Christendome and now with Bishops Priests and Patriarks they are returned back to Babylon to Christen all that Heathen Nation think this is done and now again suppose that Guy of Warwick after he had seen his Saviours Tomb and there had offered up as Monuments of lasting Memory his sword his shield and Warlike Furniture he there vow'd never to bear Armes again and now towards England is returning back Imagine that Sir Raynborn his fair son is grown a man and hearing of the deeds of his great Father leaveth all his Friends to seek him out in Forrain Nations Think this is done and now again suppose that Guy of Warwick now is waxen old and at the length of many a weary step he comes to England where perforce alas he must oppose his weak decayed limbs against the vigor of a Gyants strength for now the Danes in absence of this Lord have set their feet so far on Englands ground that they had almost conquered all the Land and to a forced Parley drives the King how they conclude and by what means agree Time shall make known to you immediately Exit Time Enter Swanus King of Denmark with him Colbron Then Athelstone King of England with him Herod Athelstone Swanus of Denmark since to this Enter-view by thee appointed we here both are met Speake what canst thou demand from Englands Crown Swanus Thy Crown and Kingdome is by conquest won yet if thou canst provide a Champion that dares encounter mighty Colbron here if he that Fights for thee do win the day all Title to thy Crown wee 'l lay away but if that Colbron gets the day in field the English power to the Danes shall yield and then thy homage and thy Princely Crown will Swanus bear to Denmark as his own Athelst I force perforce must yield to thy demand But had I Guy of Warwick thou shouldst know thy Gyants force he soon would overthrow Colbron I tell thee King no weak-bred arm of thine can shed one drop of mighty Colbrons blood whilst I have power or any strength to stand or grasp this Truncheon in my Warlike hand for in my Fury I will take my Foe and fling him higher then the Moons bright sphear then bandying back the Foot-ball of my rage cast him down headlong to the Neighbouring Seas King No more no more to morrow is the day Swanus When Might or Right shall bear the Crown away Exeunt Enter Guy being Old Guy Thus one and Twenty Winters have I been a very stranger to my home-bred soyle and never set my Feet on English ground in Foraign Countries have I eat my bread and now bring Winter on my Snow white-head which of my Friends that meets me by the way will once imagine that I am Sir Guy that vanquisht Knights and made stout Monsters die O no not one will once remember me beauty and youth so little lasting be What place is this wherein I am Arrived I know it well 't is call'd fair Winchester whereas King Athelstone doth keep his Court the nights far spent and my age withered limbs are weak and weary with long travelling here will I sit and rest my self a while He sleepeth and with sweet sleep my wanward thoughts beguile Enter Athelstone with Guy disguis'd Lord. What means your Majesty thus carelesly to walk abroad without your wonted Guard Athelst I 'le have no Guard unlesse thy self with me for know this Night as I lay in my bed a blessed Angel bright and Christaline in golden slumber did appear to me bidding me walk out of my Castle Gate and the first man that I should
loved Father once before I dye The people flock together all on heaps Clapping their hands and crying out for joy that Guy of Worwick is come again and all report it of a certainty that in the dreadful day of Winchester he vanquisht Colbron in a single fight Guy groans But stay methinks I hear a doleful sound of a departing man and see here lies an Aged Pilgrime at the point of death what art thou Father prethee speak to me Guy A poor age-withered Creature gentle Son that streight must yield my due unto my grave for age and sicknesse now my life will have Rain Alas good Father thou art sick indeed yet if thou canst but lean upon my Arme I 'le lead thee to a place where thou shalt be comforted and attended carefully Guy I thank thee Son but cannot leave this place yet if thy thoughts be equal with thy words let me request one kindnesse at thy hands it is the last that ever I shall make Rain Speak freely Father what soe're it be thy will shall be perform'd immediately Guy Then unto Warwick Castle hie thee straight enquire for Phillis Guy of Warwicks Wife deliver to her this same ring of Gold tell her an old door Pilgrime at deaths dore did send it to her as a recompence for her good deeds to him and many moe since her dear Lord away from her did go Ramb. I 'le give it her as I have hope of Heaven and bring her with me hither presently that with sweet balmes she may comfort thee so fare thee well sweet heaven thy comfort be Exit Guy Go on in peace my peace with heaven is made thou goest to carry such a doleful gift as with the sight will kill my Phillis heart for when I took my leave to go from her that ring she gave me as a pledge of love which if I see quoth she and thou not by Phillis will grieving weep and weeping dye O did she know her VVarwicks death so nigh and he so ne're in a cold Cave to lye she soon would come and take her last adue of him whose love to her hath still been true but shall I dye before I see her face I feel death ceazing on my heart already O my sweet Saviour strengthen me this hour and in my weaknesse shew thy heavenly power I come I come to thee sweet Christ I flye save my poor soul let my vile body dye He dies Enter Phillis and Rainborne Phillis O hast thee Son and bring me to the man that sent this Ring alas we are undone it is thy Father Boy good Rainborne run Rain You tell me wonders that amaze my soul it cannot be my Father that should lye in his own Country and his wife so nigh Phillis This is the Ring I gave him which quoth he nothing but death shall ever part from me Rain See where he lies even yielding up the ghost Phillis If it be he he hath a mould Wart underneath his Ear. She looks under his Ear and cries out they both kneel to him Rain View him good Mother satisfie your mind Phillis It is my Husband Oh my dearest Lord Rain O my dear Father speak unto thy Son but he is dead and we are quite undone Phillis O gentle Warwick speak one word to me I am thy wife that seven and twenty years bewail'd thy absence even with woful Tears speak speak if any spark of life remains I 'le think one look enough for all thy pains Rain See Mother now he looks upon us both and see how fast he holds my Fingers now something he wants behold he maketh signes that we with our two hands should close his eyes Now it is done see how he faints and dies Phillis O break my heart that I with him may dye that in one grave our bodies both may lye Ram. The King is coming good mother be content O heavy is my heart with too much grief is spent Enter Athelstone Herod with others Athelst Sir Herod of Arden this is the time and place that I appointed for to meet Sir Guy and do him honour as he hath deserv'd but yet we have not heard where he remains Herod See where Sir Rainborne and fair Phillis sits and in their Arms an aged Pilgrime lies Rain And famous Warwick in this Pilgrime dies see mighty King and worthy Lords behold the flesh and blood of him that when he lived was the most famous Knight that e're drew sword or clad his loins in compleat Arms of steel Athelst O you have broke my heart with this sad news i' st possible my dearest friend Sir Guy should end his life in such an unconth place O cruel fate O woful destiny arise fair Lady sorrow helpeth not for if that sighs or tears could ought avail to bring his Heaven bred soul to Earth again my Kingly tears should day and night be spent to fetch it thence but Heaven doth that prevent Rain Your Tears nor mine dear Mother can prevail nothing at all Heaven hath appointed this Angells conduct his soul to endlesse blisse Athelst Rainborne 't is true sweet Phillis weep no more le ts comfort all our selves with thinking thus we must to him but hee 'l ne're come to us but in the honour of his worthy name the shield-bone of the bore of Calladon shall be hang'd up at Coventries great Gate the Ribs of the Dun Cow of Dunsmore Heath in Warwick Castle for a monument and on his Cave where he hath left his life a stately Hermitage I will erect in honour of Sir Guy of VVarwicks Name passe mournfully along wee 'l follow all his bloodlesse Corps and heavy funeral Four takes the body of Guy the rest follow Enter Time with the Epilogue THus Time concludes this dolent History And ends this Scene with GUY of Warwicks Death So what is it but Time can bring to passe Time layes up Treasure where ther 's Vertue scant And gives the silly Fool when wise Men want Both Poor and Rich confesse my power Divine And every one doth say make much of Time Through the whole World while the world was Time rangeth And 't is mens manners and not Time that changeth O you whose Souls look for Eternity Rest in the peace of perpetuity And kindly grant to this request of mine For he 's but young that writes of this Old Time Therefore if this your Eyes or Ears may please He means to shew you better things then these Exit Time Finis GUY of WARWICK