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A05801	The valiant VVelshman, or The true chronicle history of the life and valiant deedes of Caradoc the Great, King of Cambria, now called Wales As it hath beene sundry times acted by the Prince of Wales his seruants. Written by R.A. Gent.; Valiant Welshman.	R. A., Gent.; Armin, Robert, fl. 1610, attributed name.; Anton, Robert, b. 1584 or 5, attributed name.; Aylett, Robert, 1583-1655?, attributed name.	1615 (1615)	STC 16; ESTC S104360	35,542	72

force thee yeelde Cara. Art thou a Romane and canst speake that language The mother tongue of fugitiues and slaues No Romanes spare these two and if I flie The Romane hoste shall beare me company They fight sometimes Caradoc rescueth his Wife somtimes his daughter and killeth many of the Romanes at last they beate him in and take his Wife and Daughter Ostorius Come Lady you must goe along with vs. Guin Euen where you will if Caradoc suruiue My dying soule and ioyes are yet aliue Exeunt Enter Caradoc disguised in a Souldiours habit Cara. Fashion thy selfe thou great and glorious light To my disguise and maske thy sub till sight That peepes through euery cranny of the world Put on thy night-gowne of blacke foggy cloudes And hide thy searching eye from my disgrace Oh Cornewall Cornewall this thy trecherous act That hath eclips'd the glory of great Wales Shall to succeeding ages tell thy shame And honour sound to heare of Cornewals name The gods with forked thunder strike thy wrong And men in shamefull Ballads sing thy fact That basely thus hast recompenst thy King But curses are like arrowes shot vpright That often times on our owne heads do light And many times our selues in rage proue worst The Foxe ne're better thriues but vvhen accurst This is a time for policy to moue And lackey vvith discretion and not rage My thoughts must now be suted to my shute And common patience must attend the helme And stere my reason to the Cape of hope At Yorke the noble Prince Venusius dwels That beares no small affection to our selfe To him I le write a letter whose contents Shall certifie th' affaires concerne my selfe Which I my selfe in this disguyse will beare And sound the depth of his affection Which if but like a friend he lend his hand I le chase the Romanes from this famous land Exit ACTVS 4. SCENA 6. Enter Gald in a Shepheards habit and Bluso the Magician Gald Deare Bluso thus farre haue my weary steps Through passages as craggy as the Alpes Silent and vnknowne wayes as intricate As are the windings of a Laborynth Search't out the vncouth Cell of thy abode The Romane hoste haue seizd my beautious wife And with the rude and ruggy hand of force As Paris kept bright Hellen from the Greekes Denying ransome more like Canibals Then honourable Romanes keepe her still And neuer more shall Gald inioy the sight Of his soules flourishing obiect till thy skill Exceeding humane possibilities Worke her inlargement and my happinesse Bluso Fayre Prince I were ingratefull vnto him That next to heauen preserued and gaue me life And more by solemne othe I am obliged In forfet of my soule and hope of blisse To vse the skill I haue to vertuous ends Amongst the which this is the capitall Then doubt not Prince but ere this night be spent She shall be free and you shall rest content Gald Thanks learned Bluso this thy courtesie Hath bound Prince Gald in endles bonds of loue To thee and to thy art Now stretch thy spels And make the winds obey thy fearefull Charmes Strike all the Romanes with amazing terrour At our approches let them know That hell 's broke loose and Furies rage below ACTVS 4. SCENA 7. Enter Venusius Duke of Yorke with other attendants and his wife Cartamanda Venu I long haue mist those honourable warres Which warlike Rome against the Bryttaines hold But since we heare and that by true report And credible intelligence from many Who lately haue returned from the Campe That Wales and Rome begin fresh bleeding war I doe intend with speed to see the Army And pay my loue as tribute vnto Rome But yet I grieue that such intestine iarre Is falne betwixt such an heroike Prince As is the King of Wales and powerfull Rome The Romanes doe in multitudes exceede He well instructed in true fortitude A Graduate in Martiall discipline And needs no Tutour for in pupill age He was brought vp in honours rudiments And learnde the elements of warlike Arts. Then much I muse why Cesar should beginne That scarce hath ended with the Bryttish warres Or who 's the Author of these firebrands Dissention thus hath kindled Cart. It may be noble husband the desire Of Principality and Kingly rule As yet is boundlesse and vncircumscribde But if our reasons eye could see our selues That 's neerest to vs and not like prospectiues Behold afarre off great men were themselues Or if like Philip King of Macedon Whose boundlesse minde of soueraigne Maiesty Was like a Globe whose body circular Admits no end seeing by chance the length Of the impression which his body made Vpon the sands and onely by a fall Wondred that such a little space contayn'd The body when the minde was infinite And in this Morall plainely did foresee The longitude of mans mortality But soft what Souldiour's this Enter Caradoc disguised Cara. And 't please you Madam from the King of Wales I bring this letter to Venusius Your Royall husband Venu Come souldiour prithee let me see I long to heare from noble Caradoc He reades it Carta Say souldiour camest thou from Wales What newes betwixt the Welshmen and the Romanes Cara. Madam a glorious victory to Rome The Towne of Gloster vildely being betray'd By Cornewals complots and conspiracies Euen in the dead of night and to augment His Treasons to the height of his desert Euen in the absence of his Lord and King Whilest Caradoc at his returne in rage Though single and inuiron'd round with foes Fought like a Lybian Lion But to conclude Not Hercules against a multitude And thus at ods was forst to flee the place Venu Souldiour come hither where is Caradoc Cara. In Wales my Lord and stayes for your reply Venu Souldiour I wish if wishes could preuayle Thy princely Master were with vs awhile Till all these cloudes of blacke contention Were eyther ouerblowne or else dissolued Fame hath not left a man more fit for talke Or disputation in bright honours scholes Then is thy noble Master When I behold His noble portrayture but in conceit Me thinks I see the reall thing it selfe Of perfite Honour and Nobility And not fantastically apprehend Onely the ayry fictions of the brayne I now repent that thus long I haue spent My honour and my time in ayding Rome And thus far haue digrest from Natures lawes To ayde a forrayne Nation 'gainst mine owne Were but thy Master here he soone should see He hath his wish and Wales her liberty Caradoc puts off his disguise Cara. Then know kind Prince that thus I haue presum'd To put thy honoured loue vnto the test In this disguise and with auricular boldnesse Haue heard your tale of profest amity And noble friend then here stands Caradoc Who now is come petitioner to thy ayde Betrayde vnto the Romanes by a villayne And whilest by dint of sword I fearelesse past Thorow the Legions of the puissant hoste My Queene and daughter they

haue prisoners tane Whose memory quickens my dangers past And adds new fuell to my bleeding soule Then if thou beest not verball but thy tongue Is with a single string strung to thy heart All Wales shall honour thee and thy desert Venu Braue Prince as welcome to Venusius As sleepe to wearied Nature But now the time Fits not for friuolous complements Awhile Repose your selfe with me where you shall be As secret as men would keepe their sinnes From the worlds eye whilest in the meane time I Prepare my forces Wife view this noble Prince This is that man that in despite of Rome This nine yeares space hath brauely waged warre And now by Treason 's forst vnto his friends Then wife as thou doest tender our regard Respect this Prince and keepe him priuately Vntill I doe returne Farewell noble Prince Exit Carta Welcome great Prince Here thinke your selfe secure As in a Sanctuary from your foes My husband oftentimes hath worne out time Discoursing of your worths superlatiue And I am proud of such a worthy ghest Cara. Lady I shall be troublesome but ere long I hope once more to meet this trayterous host And seale my wrongs with ruine of my foes Fame wrongs the Romanes with these noble stiles Of honour and vnseconded deserts These attributes are onely fitte for men That God-like should be qualified with hate Of such infectious sinnes as Treasons are Weake-pated Romanes what fidelity Can be in Traytors who are so vniust That their own Country is deceiued in trust Come Madam will you shew the way Exeunt ACTVS 5. SCENA 1. Enter Bluso the Magician and Gald Gald Now Bluso thus farre haue wee by thy Arte Euen to their priuate lodgings fearelesse past Inuisible to any mortall eye But Bluso tell me are we yet arriued At our expected Hauen Bluso This is her Chamber here will we stand vnseene And yet see all that passe T is almost dead of night and now begins Sleepe with her heauy rod to charme the eyes Of humane dulnesse Here stand we yet awhile And in this silent time obserue the loue The Romane Generals sonne beares to your wife Who long hath borne the siege of his hote lust And now behold like bloudy Tarquin comes Enter Marcus Gallicus with a candle in his hand and his sword drawne Being non-suted to satisfie the heate Of his insatiate and immoderate bloud That boyling runs through his adulterous veynes A little while giue way vnto his practise And when we see a time preuent his purpose Mar. Night that doth basely keepe the dore of sinne And hide grosse murthers and adulteries With all the mortall sinnes the world commits From the cleare eye-sight of the morning Sunne Thou that ne're changest colour for a sinne Worse then Apostasie stand Centinel this houre And with thy Negroes face vayle my intent Put out thy golden candles with thy fogs And let originall darkenesse that is fled With Chaos to the Center gard my steps How husht is all things and the world appeares Like to a Churchyard full of dead Deaths picture Sleepe looks as if passing bels Went for each vitall spirit and appeares As if our soules had tooke their generall flight And cheated Nature of her motion Then on vnto thy practise none can descry Thy blacke intent but night and her blacke eye He goes to her bed vpon the Stage and lookes vpon her Behold the locall residence of loue Euen in the Rosie tincture of her cheeke I am all fire and must needs be quencht Or the whole house of nature will be burnt Fayre Voada awake t is I awake He awakes her Voad. Am I adreamd Or doe I wake indeed I am betrayd Fond Lord what make you here At this vnseasonable time of night Is 't not inough that you importune Each houre in the day but in the night When euery creature nods his sleepy head You seeke the shipwracke of my spotlesse honour For shame forbeare and cleare a Romans name From the suspition of so foule a sinne Perhaps you le say that you are flesh and bloud Oh my good Lord were you but onely so It were no sinne but naturall instinct And then that noble name that we call man Should vndistinguisht passe euen like a beast But man was made diuine with such a face As might behold the beauty of the starres And all the glorious workemanship of heauen Beasts onely are the subiects of bare sense But man hath reason and intelligence Beasts foules die with them but mans soule 's diuine And therefore needs must answere for eche crime Marcus Thy speeches are like oyle vnto a flame I must enioy thee If thou wilt yeeld to me I le be thy friend for euer but if denide By force I will attempt what by fayre meanes I cannot compasse Besides thou art my captiue And standst a suter for thy liberty Voada I for my body but my soule is free Gald I can no longer heare these arguments Come Bluso helpe me to conuey her hence They tumble Marcus ouer the bed and take her away Mar. What Fury hath depriued me of my ioy And crost my bloud euen in the heat of lust What is she gone Oh all you sacred powers Remit this sinne vnacted but by thought And by those heauenly patrones of chaste minds Vertue like to my soule shall wholy be Diffused through euery member Thus powers aboue Doe with vnknowne means scourge vnlawfull loue Exit Enter Cartamanda with her Secretary Carta Already I haue posted to the Generall To tell him Caradoc is in our hands And bid him make haste for this ere the day A womans wit shall serue for to betray And see he comes Welcome thrice-honoured Lord. Enter Generall with his Army Warily Souldiours there his Chamber is And he not yet abed Beset him round What wars haue mist a woman shall confound Exit The Generall drawes the Curtaines and finds Caradoc a reading Ostorius Now Caradoc thy life is in our hands Behold thou art in girt with a whole hoste And couldst thou borrow force of beasts and men Thou couldst by no means scape Cara. What! Souldiours in euery corner set The Romane Generall I am betrayde Inhospitable woman this with your sexe began The Serpent taught you to betray poore man When God like Angels man created first God man him blest but woman most accurst And since that time the chiefest good in women Is to beguile most men and true to few men Yet Romanes know that Caradoc here stands In bold defiance were you like the sands Ostor. Assault him then They fight and Caradoc beates and ouerthrowne many of them Ostor. Hold noble Welshman Thou seest it is impossible to scape Hadst thou the strength of mighty Hercules If thou wilt yeeld I vow by all the gods That doe protect Cesar and mighty Rome By all the honours that the Romane power Haue won since Romulus did build their walls Because thou art a man vnparaleld Of honourable courage I le ingage

of warlike Brittayne Opprest with Romane Legions is he gone Spur'd oh vvith matchlesse resolution And in the battell as your selues shall see Fights like a Nemean Lyon Or like those Giants that to cope vvith Ioue Hurl'd Osla vpon Peleon heap'd hill on hill Mountaine on mountaine in their boundles rage But in the meane time dreadlesse of trecherous plots The Bastard playes his Rex whose ancient sore Beginnes to fester and now breakes the head Of that Impostume malice had begot Now Cornewall Gloster twinnes of some Incubus And sonne and heyre to hells Imperiall Crowne The Bastard Codigune conspire the death Of olde Octauian Those that faine would know The manner how obserue this silent show Enter a dumbe show Codigune Gloster and Cornwall at the one dore After they consult a little while enter at the other dore Octauian Guiniuer and Voada the sister of Caradoc they seeme by way of intreaty to inuite them they offer a cup of wine vnto Octauian and he is poysoned They take Guiniuer and Voada and put them in prison Codigune is crowned King of Wales Bardh The trecherous Bastard with his complices Cornewall and Gloster did inuite the King Fayre Guiniuer and beautious Voada The sister of renowmed Caradoc Vnto a sumptuous feast vvhose costly outside Gaue no suspition to a foule intent And had Cassandra as she did at Troy Foretell the danger of the ●re●ian ho●se That Sinon counterfeyted with his teares Presaged this Treason like to some nightly dream Of some superfluous brayne begot in wine It had beene onely fabulous and extinct Euen with the same breath that she brought it forth Like some abortiue Oracle so beguiles The Syrens songs and teares of Crocodiles At this great banket great Octauian Was poysoned and the wife of Caradoc Together with his beautious sister led Vnto a lothsome prison and the Crowne Inuested on the head of Codigune The enuious Bastard Here leaue we them a while And now to Bryttayne let vs steare the course Of our attention where this worthy Sunne That shines within the firmament of Wales Was like himselfe thrice welcom'd till the spleene Of that malicious Gloster did pursue In certaine letters sent to Goderus King Whose sister he had maried his defame Wales lost in liuely Scenes wee le shew the same ACTVS 2. SCENA 3. Exit Bardh Enter Gederus King of Bryttaine Prince Gald Caradoc Lord Morgan Mauron and Constantine Gode Once more braue Peeres of Wales welcome to Bryttayne Herein Octauian shewes his kingly loue That in this rough sea of inuasion When the high swelling tempests of these times Oreflow our Bryttish b●●ks and C●sar's rage Like to an Inundation drownes our land To send so many warlike Souldiours Conducted by the flowres of famous Wales Now Cesar vvhen thou dar'st vvee are prepared Brittaines vvould rather die then be outdared But soft vvhat messenger is this Enter a Messenger with a letter Speake Messenger from whom or whence thou commest Mess. From Wales my Lord sent in all post-haste From noble Earle of Gloster to your Grace With this letter Gederus reades it Mor. From Wales I pray you good postes and messengers tell vs how fares all our friends our Cousin ap Guiniuer ap Caradoc ap Voada Mess. I know them not He strikes him Morgan Cads blue-hood know not our Cousin I le giue her such a blow on the pate I le make her know her cousins Cads zwownes hee had best tell her he knowes not her nose on her face This fellow was porne at hogs Norton where pigges play on the Organ Posts call you her Sploud were a simple Carpenter to build house on such posts not know our Cousins Gederus This letter from our brother Gloster sent Intreates me not to trust the gilded outsides Of these strangers We know our brother well He is a man of honourable parts Iudicious vpon no slight surmise Giues vs intelligence it shall bee so Wee le trust a friend afore an vnknowne foe Prince Caradoc you with your forces lye vpon you hill From whence vnlesse you see our Army faint Or discouraged by the Romane bands There keepe your standing A Drum affare off Harke Romane Cesar comes now Brittaynes fight Like Brutus sonnes for freedome and for right Alarum Exeunt Gederus and his company Caradoc Mauron Constantine Morgan 〈◊〉 Cara. Disgraced by letters shifted to a hill Fond King thy words and all the trecherous plots Of secret mischiefe sinke into the gulfe Of my obliuion memory be dull And thinke no more on these disgracefull ayres My fury relisht King Set punies to keepe hils that scarce haue read The first materiall Elements of warre That winke to see a Canoneere giue fire And like an Aspin shakes his coward ioynts At musket shot Within these noble veynes There runnes a current of such high-borne bloud Achilles well may father for his owne These honourable sparkes of man wee keepe Descended linially from Hectors race And must be put in action Shall I stand Like gazing Figure-flingers on the starres Obseruing motion and not moue my selfe Hence with that basenesse I that am a starre Must moue although I moue irregular Goe you vnto the hill in some disguise I le purchase honour by this enterprise Exeunt Alarum ACTVS 2. SCENA 4. Enter at the one dore Gederus and Prince Gald at the other Claudius and common Souldiers They fight Claudius beates them in Then enters Caradoc and pursues Claudius Presently enters Cesar and Caradoc fighting Claud. Hold valiant Bryttaine hold thy warlike hands Cara. Then yeeld thy selfe proud Romane Or by those gods the Bryttaines doe adore Not all thy Romane hoste shall saue thy life Clau. Then souldiour for thy valour speakes thee so Know that thou hast no common prisoner But such a one whose eminence and place Commaunds officious duety through Rome Then if thy inward parts deserue no lesse In honours eye then thy meane habite shewes Release me that a publike infamy Fall not vpon me by the scandalous hoste Whose Criticke censure to my endlesse shame Will runne diuision on the chaunce of warre And brand my fortune with blacke obloquy And by my honour that the Romanes hold As deare as life or any other good The heauens can giue to man the battell donne I le pay my ransome in a treble some Ca. Know Romane that a Bryttayne scorns thy gold Let Midas broode adore that Deity And dedicate his soule vnto this saint Souldiours haue mines of honourable thoughts More wealthy then the Indian veynes of gold Beyond the value of rich Tagus shore Their Eagle-feathered actions scorne to stoope To the base lure of vsurers and slaues Let painefull Marchants whose huge riding ships Teare vp the furrowes of the Indian deepe To shun the slauish load of pouerty Gape after massie golde the wealth we craue Are noble actions and an honoured graue I le take no money Romane But since thou seemest no counterfeit impression But bear'st the Royall Image of a man Giue me some

Now valiant Romanes once more do we tread Vpon the bosome of the Bryttish ground And by the gods that doe protect great Rome Wee le now acquite great Cesars foule disgrace Or die like Romanes in this forray ne place Marcus Me thinks it is a shame to Rome and vs That haue beene counted famous through the world For matchlesse victories and feates of armes That such a petty Iland should repulse So huge an army of the Romane strength Able to sacke the spacious walles of Troy To leuell Babels pride euen with the ground An I le that in respect of Cesars power Is like the Center to the ample heauens A poynt vnto a large circumference Small atomes to the body of the Sunne Sure this Welshman works by Magicke spels Or t is impossible if he be a man Compos'd of flesh and bloud sinewes and nerues He should out-dare so puissant an host Codig Great Generall that which he holds is mine And though infor'st by violence and wrong From that which Nature left my heritage Yet since I see such hopes so fayrely sprung From such an honourable head as Rome Whose fame for honour cheualry and armes Out-shines all Nations with her glorious rayes This Caradoc whom men doe causlesse feare Is of condition insolent and proud Ambitious tyrannous speckled with euery vice The infectious time can harbour Say we confesse him bold And of a courage that grim visag'd death The obiect of true valour cannot daunt Though Proteus-like he came in thousand shapes What 's he comparde to numbers infinite Or that Imperiall Rome whose Eagle eyes Haue gaz'd against the sunne of matchlesse tryumphs Should basely feare a weake and silly Fly This Welshman is all superficiall Without dimensions and like a mountaine swels In labour onely with great ayry words Whose birth is nothing but a silly Mouse Actions without their measure or their weight Then Romanes derogate not from the worth That time in ancient Chronicles records Of your eternall honours got in warre But if you prize your honours more than life Or humane happinesse here 's a noble cause Of wrong and vsurpation to erect A statue to your dying memory Then on great Generall waue the Romane Eagle Euen to the Tents of haughty Caradoc And with my bloud I le second this braue fight Or hide my shame by death in endlesse night Ostor. Brauely resolu'd Ere long assure thy selfe Wee le seate thee in thy ancient dignity And force to Cesar homage and to Rome And though we feare not one particular man Yet for because we truely are inform'd That Caradoc is strong and puisant For ten dayes wee intend to make a truce And in the meane time to make strong our hoste Which if he doe refuse the time expired To render vp thy right which he detaines Warre like some gnawing vulture shall attend Vnto their finall ruine and their end And to that purpose Marcus Gallicus Shall as a Legate both from Rome and vs Instantly giue them knowledge the time 's but short And till the date 's expirde prepare for sport Exeunt ACTVS 4. SCENA 1. Enter Caradoc Guiniuer Voada his sister Mauron Constantine Gald Lord Morgan Cara. Now beautious Queen sister though our tedious absence In warlike Bryttaine hath beene the cause Of your imprisonment yet at our returne The gods in iustice haue repayde the wrong Done to your beauties by base trechery And forst that damned instrument of sinne To hide his bastard head in endlesse shame Then Royall Queene for that 's a stile befits The royall vertues of such peerelesse lustre Ascend your Throne vvhilest equally with me You part vvith full applause your soueraignety A flourish Shee is crowned Omnes Long liue Queene Guiniuer Queene of Cambria Guin Thanks Royall Lord. Oh may these smiling stars That kindly haue conioynd each others loue And of two bodies louingly made one Crovvne all thy actions vvith a gracious looke And make thee fortunate in peace and vvarre Not all the trecherous complots of that Fiend Restraint of free ayre close imprisonment Could with their strange appearances imprint Such feeling Characters of sudden woe As your great conquest doth create nevv ioy And exultation of your dangers past Cara. Thanks gentle Loue. Now sister Voada The duty and the care that euer since My reason could distinguish and that fraternall loue Nature imposed that many Moones and yeeres Haue been imployde vnto the good I owe Thy riper yeares shall in this minutes space Be full discharged Therefore thrice noble friend I giue vnto thy hand an Orient Pearle Of more esteeme then that which at a health Great Cleopatra did carouse in wine To Romane Anthony Loue her well sweet Prince Let it suffice part of our Royall bloud Runs through the chanels of her Azure veynes And that she is our sister Gald Right noble Prince when Gald in lieu of this So Kingly and so rare a benefite In whom the mirrour of bright Excellence So cleare and so transparantly appeares Forgets to honour thee or her in loue May he liue branded with some heauy curse Worse then oppression of the vviddowes right Or when I shall forget to offer vp A sacrifice of my immaculate loue Vnto thy beautious altar let me haue A base deformed obiect to my graue Voada And Princely Lord may no delightsome gale Of sweet content blow on this mortall state Of what I now possesse if from my heart The deepe impression of my loue depart A Trumpet within Cara. Cousin Morgan looke what Trumpet 's this Morgan I warrant her t is for more knocks on the pate Romans call you her Be Cad scuruy Romanes that cannot let her alone in her own Countries I le choke some of her with cause bobby or drowne her in hogsheads of Perry and Metheglin He goes to the dore Enter Marcus Galicus I pray you from whence come her Marcus From Rome Morgan From Rome And I pray you what a poxe ayles her that you cannot keepe her at home haue you any Waspes in her tayles or liue Eeles in her pelly you cannot keepe her at home Harke you me I pray you how toth M. Cesar toth he neede era parbour Looke you now let him come to Wales and her Cousin Caradoc shall trim his crownes I warrant her Marc. I vnderstand you not Morg. Cads nayles Cood people doth Morgan speake Hebrewes or no Vnderstand her not Cara. Now Romane for thy habit speaks thee so Is it to vs thy message is directed Marc. Yes Prince And thus the Romane General sayes If within ten dayes space thou wilt resigne Thy Kingdome to the heyre Lord Codigune From whom thou doest detayne it wrongfully Thou shalt haue peace but if thou doest deny Sterne warre by force shall force it presently Morg. Harke you now Cousin Cads blue-hood if you had beate out her praynes you had peene quiet Shesu more troubles and fexashions what a orld is this Cara. Dares that damn'd Traytour ope his hellish throat Against our right Or i

me both your right hands I pray you let vs be friends for euer and euer Clown Sir you shall be friends with a man of credit then for I haue a hundreth pound in blacke and white simple as I stand here and simple as I stand here I am one of the Crowners quest at this time Omnes I for simple as we all stand here wee are no lesse at this time Clown And it may be as simple as we are here if we say he shall be buried he shall and if we say not it may not be neyther Morg. But he is dead whether you will or no. Clo. Not so for he died with my good will for I neuer wept for him Morg. And his body shall be dust whether you wil or no. Clo. It may be not neyther as in our wisdomes we shall conclude perhaps wee le burne him then he shall be burned to ashes Mor. By S. Dauies it is very true Cl. For anter not so neither wee le sell him to the Apothecaries for mūmey For anter not so neyther it may be wee le hang him vp for the Crowes meats and then he shal be turned to that that fals vpon their heads that has no new clothes at Whitsontide Morg. Hold your tongue there I beseech you Clo. You must take it as it fals and as the foolish Fates and so the quest decrees Car. Leaue it to themselues they cannot dispose too ill of the remainder of so blacke a villaine Our hidious worke is done Exit Caradoc Morgan Manent Rusticks Clo. My masters and fellow questmen this is the point we are to search out the course of law whether this man that has hangde himselfe be accessary to his own death or no. 1. Nei. T is a hard case burlady neighbors to iudge truly 2. Nei. Sure I do thinke he is guilty Clo. Take heed your conscience must be vmpler in the case I put this point to you whether euery one that hangs himselfe be willing to die or no 2. Neig. I I sure he is willing Cl. I say no for the hangman hangs himselfe and yet he is not willing to die 3. Neig. How dos the hangman hang himselfe Cl. I mary dos he sir for if he haue not a man to doe his office for him he must hang himselfe ergo euery man that hangs himselfe is not willing to die 1. Neigh. He sayes very true indeed but now sir being dead who shall answere the King for his subiect Clo. Mary sir he that hangd his subiect 2. Nei. That was himselfe 3. Neighb No sir I doe thinke it was the halter that hangde him Clo. I in a sort but that was se offendendo for it may be he meant to haue broke the halter and the halter held him out of his owne defence 1. Neigh. But is not the Ropemaker in danger that made it Clo. No for hee goes backeward when t is made and therefore cannot see before what will come after neyther is the halter in fault for hee might vrge the halter nolens volens as the learned say neyther is he in fault because his time was come that he should be hanged and therefore I doe conclude that he was conscious and guiltlesse of his owne death Moreouer he was a Lord and a Lord in his owne precinct has authority to hang and draw himselfe 2. Nei. Then neighbour he may be buried Cl. Of great reason alwayes he that is aliue must die and he that is dead must be buried 2. Neigh. Yet truly in my conscience he dos not deserue to be buried Cl. Oh you speake partiously neighbor Crabtree not deserue to be buried I say he deserues to bee buried aliue that hangs himselfe 3. Neig. But for his clothes neighbour Cl. His clothes are the Hangmans 2. Neigh. Why then he must haue them himselfe Cl. This is a shrewd poynt of law this might he do now because he would saue charges and defeat the Hangman this must be well handled did he make a Will 3 Neigh. No he died detestable Cl. Why then they fall to his right heyre male for a female cannot inherite no breeches vnlesse she weares them in her husbands dayes 1. Neigh. But where shall we finde him Cl. T is true well then for want of issue they fall to the chiefe mourner I will be he to saue you all harmeles I will take his clothes vpon mine owne backe I will begin with his cloke do you take euery man his quarter and I will follow with dole and lamenration 2. Neigh. Then thus the verdit is giuen vp Clow. I I. 3. Neigh. Alas Neighbour how mournfully you speake already Clow. It is the fashion so to doe Clown Beare vp the body of our hanged friend Silke was his life a halter was his end The Hangman hangs too many gracelesse else Then why should any man thus hang himselfe If any aske why I in teares thus swimme Know I mourne for his clothes and not for him Exeunt ACTVS 4. SCENA 4. Enter Bardh or Chorus Bardh Thus haue you seen a man whose daring thoughts Euen hell it selfe the treasury of terrours Whose very shapes make Nature looke agast Cannot outface Now once more turne your eyes And view the sudden mutabilities That wayte vpon the greatest fauourite That euer Fortune fauourde with her loue Sterne Caradoc vertuously returnd Hoping to see his beautious Queene and friends His sister Voada whom he had left With trecherous Cornwall who villain-like betraid The Towne and Voada as yet a mayde Vnto the hands of Marcus Gallicus Sonne to the Romane General who as we saw Was farre inamor'd of that warlike Dame And to the Romane Band conducts her safe Whilest Gald her husband flies to saue his life And in disguise seekes the Magician forth Intreating him by prayers sighes and teares To helpe him by his Arte whilest Caradocs fayre Queene Together with her daughter made escape And fled vnto her Lord who being inraged His manly courage doubled his resolue The Romane hoste pursuing of his Queene And her young daughter Who when Caradoc espide Arm'd with a strength inuincible he fought In single opposition 'gainst an hoste Which famous battell because histories Aboue the rest to his immortall fame Haue quoted forth willing to giue it life And euerlasting motion with the rest Shall be in liuely Sceanes by him exprest Alarum ACTVS 4. SCENA 5. Enter Caradoc in haste Guiniuer her daughter and Morgan Morg. Cads blue-hood Cousin take her to her heeles was neuer in such tanshers Will her not sturre why looke you now the Romanes come vpon her with as many men as Mercers keepe Wenshes or Wenshes decayed shentlemen Harke you I le call her Cousin Mauron and our Cousin Constantine and come to her presently Cara. Damned Cornewall mayst thou sinke to hell for this Wrackt by the Furies on Ixions wheele And whipt with steele for this accursed treason Alarum Enter the Romanes with their Souldiours Ostor. Yeeld thee proud Welshman or wee le

priuate token from thy hands That 's generally knowne vnto thy friends That if by chance I come to Rome I may be knowne to be your friend Claud. Here worthy Bryttayne take this golden Lyon And weare it about thy necke This when thou commest Will quickly finde me out Souldiour adieu Cesar is bound both to the gods and you Exit Enter Prince Gald They sound a retreat Gald The Romane Eagle hangs her haggard wings And all the Army 's fled all by the strength And opposition of one common man In shew not farre superiour to a Souldiour That 's hyred with pay or prest vnto the field But in his manly carryage like the sonne Of some vnconquered valiant Mermedon Sure t is some god-like spirite that obscures His splendour in these base and borrowed clouds Of common Souldiours habit All my thoughts Are wrapt in admiration and I am deepe in loue With those perfections onely that my eye Beheld in that fayre obiect Thus haue I left the field To interchange a word or two with him And see in happy time he walkes alone Well met braue souldiour may a Prince be bolde To aske thy name thy nation and thy birth Cara. Fayre Prince you question that you know already I am not what I seeme but hither sent He discloses himselfe On honourable termes to ayd this King Which he vnkingly basely did refuse And in reward of this his proffered good Vngratefully returnd what other Kings With princely donatiues would recompence My seruice with iniurious contempt But I in lieu of this disgracefull wrong Haue done him right and through the iawes of death Haue brought a glorious triumph to his Crowne And hung sweet peace about his palace gates True honour should doe that which enuy hates Gald Fayre Map of honour where my reason reades Each nauigable circle that containes My happy voyage to the land of fame Say vertuous Prince may Gald become so blest To follow thy fayre hopes and linke his soule In an vnited league of endlesse loue Nor scorne a Princes proffer for by heauen What I intrude thy vertue hath inforst And like the powerfull Loadstone drawne my thoughts To limne out vertue for exactly done By artificiall nature to the life In thy fayre modell shaddowed curiously How like Pigmalion do my passions dote On this fayre picture will you accept me Prince Cara. Most willingly kind Prince And may as yet this Embrio of our loues Grow to his manly vigour 't is loue alone That of diuided soules makes onely one Who then adores not loue whose sacred power Vnites those soules diuision would deuoure Come gentle Prince let vs goe see our friends I left vpon you Hill to keepe our forts And thence to Wales where double ioyes attend A beautious wife and a most constant friend Exeunt ACTVS 2. SCENA 5. Enter Morion the foolish Knight and his man Ratsbane Morion Come Ratsbane Oh the intolerable paine that I suffer for the loue of the Fayry Queene my heeles are all kybde in the very heate of my affection that runnes down into my legs me thinkes I could eate vp a whole Brokers shoppe at a meale to be eased of this loue Rats Oh master you would haue a villainous many of pawnes in your belly Why you are of so vveake a nature you vvould hardly disgest a Seruingmans Liuery in your belly vvithout a vomit Morion I assure thee thou fayest true t is but grosse meate But Ratsbane thou toldst mee of a rare fellovv that can tell misfortunes and can coniure prethee bring me to him I le giue him somewhat to helpe mee to speake with the Fayry Queene Whose face like to a Butchers doublet lookes Varnisht with tallow of some beautious Oxe Or like the aprons of some Pie-corner Cookes Whose breath smels sweeter then a hunted Foxe Whose eyes like two great foot-balls made of lether Were made to heate the gods in frosty weather Ratsb Oh happy that man that hath a bedfellow of these amiable parts Oh master if her visible parts bee such her inuisible parts are able tomake an Italian run mad hee loues an armful But master see here 's the man I told you of Enter the Iuggler and his man Iuggler You know my mind sir be gone I haue obseru'd this Idiot and intend To gull the Coxecombe therefore I did translate My selfe this day into this cunning shape I oft haue heard the foole strongly perswade Himselfe to be the Fayry Queenes chiefe Loue And that by her he shall subdue the Turke And plucke great Otoman from off his throne This I will worke on Morion Sir and 't shall please you I come to know some of that excellent skill the world hath blisterde mine eares with Iug. Sir Thomas Morion for so are you called Darling vnto the beautious Fayry Queene Your fortunes shall bee such as all the world Shall wonder at Pheanders noble name For otherwise so are you also named I know to what intent you hither come You come to see your Loue the Fayry Queen And talke with her here in this silent place Her nimble Fayries and her selfe do vse Oft to repayre and long it will not be Ere she com hither but thus much you must know You must not talke to her as to a Queene Of earthly substance for she is a pure And simple spirit without Elements Wherefore without any mortall thing That may annoy her most immortall sense You must goe humbly creeping on your hands Without your Doublet Rapier Cloke or Hose Or any thing that may offend her nose And see see yonder she comes if you wil speake with her You must doe as I tell you Enter the Fayry Queene Morion Oh helpe me quickly Come Ratsbane vncase my loue is come He strips himselfe and creepes vpon his hands with his man Great Queene thou soueraigne of Pheanders heart Vouchsafe a word vnto thy Mayden Knight That bowes his guts vnto thy mighty face Fayry Q. Follow me this way Shee fals downe vnder the Stage and he followes her and fals into the ditch Morion Helpe Ratsbane helpe helpe Rats Help why where are you I thought you had been in the hole by this time Come giue me your hand You follow the Fayry Queene Mor. Come come say nothing wee le goe home like fooles as we came Come my clothes my clothes Rats Cods lid clothes Now we may go home worse fooles then we came Sfoot this cunning Rascall meanes to set vs a hay making Sfoote we are fitte for the Dogge-house we are flayde already Mor. Well we may goe home with the naked truth It s no matter A mans a man though hee haue but a hose on his head ACTVS 3. SCENA 1. Enter Codigune Gloster and Cornwall with Souldiours vp in Armes Codig Now friends and fellow Souldiours in iust Arms Prepare your selues against the haughty foe Who as wee heare marches not farre from hence What we haue done by force wee le make it good Or seale our bold attempts with