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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

death and bloud Glost. King keepe your owne maugre all opposition If he come hither to demaund your right And with his rebell troopes disturbe the peace Of what both gods and men haue made your own Maintain the quarrell with your awfull power Be it right or wrong behaue your selfe like Ioue And strike with thunder his base insolence Discourse not what is done nor how nor when Onely Kings wils are Lawes for other men Enter a Messenger Codig What tidings brings this sweating Messenger Messen. My Lord Prince Caradoc returnd from Brittaine Is with his Army marching hitherwards Cod. He comes vnto his death Now Codigune Banish al timorous thoughts think what thou art A King That word is able to infuse Boldnesse as infinite as that we call The worlds first mouer Why the name of King Were able to create a man of stone With more then animall courage to inspire Dulnesse with nerued resolution Then Codigune like Atlas on thy backe Support thy Kingdomes Arch vntill it cracke March forward Exeunt ACTVS 3. SCENA 2. Enter Caradoc Gald Mauron Constantine Lord Morgan Earle of Anglesey with colours and Souldiours Cara. I was not wont deare friends to be so dull I am all lead as if my subtle soule Had left his lodging in this house of clay Each empty corner of my faculties And vnderstanding powers swell with dreames And dire presages of some future ill Gastly and fearefull specters haunt my sleepe And if there be as Heathen men affirme Some godlike sparks in mans diuining soule Then my propheticke spirite tels me true That some sad newes attends my steps in Wales I long to heare what mischiefe or what good Hath hapned since I parted from the King Enter Morion Morion Oh father father ffoot I sweate as if I had been buried in a Tunne of hote graynes Morg. Come you Coxecombe leaue your proclamations and your preambles and tell her the naked truth Morion My Father knowes all Indeed father the naked truth is that the Fayry Queene robd me of all my clothes you might haue seen me as poore as an Open-arse But I can tell you newes the King is poysoned Lord Codigune crowned The Lady Guiniuer the young Gentlewoman imprisoned Morgan But harke you me sonne Morion is all this true or inuented of her owne foolish pates and imaginashions Morion Why I pray you father when did you heare a Gentleman of Wales tell lyes Morgan Her tell her true in that t is the prauest Nation vnder the Sunnes for that Harke you me sonnes be Cad it is a great teale petter to be a thiefe then a lyar I warrant her Gald What Royall Prince can chaunce predominate Ouer a mind that like the soule retaynes A harmony of such concordant tunes No sudden accident should make to iarre This tenement of clay in which our soule Dwels in vntill the Lease of life indures Of learned men was well called Microcosme Or little world ouer whose mortall parts The starres doe gouerne whose immortall power Sometimes begets a fatall birth of woe Sometimes againe inuerts their sullen course To vnexpected Reuels turnes our Critticke howres To Cricket merriment yet is there meanes that barrs Their hatefull influence Wisdome rules the starres You haue lost a Father Vse the Athenians breath Graue Solons No mans happy vntill death Cara. Oh louing Prince thus the Physician speakes To the disordered Patient thus healthfull Arte Conferres with wounded Nature T is a common tricke Men being sound giue Phisicke to the sicke Fayre Prince misconster not my discontent I grieue not that Octauian is depriued Of life but that he hath exchanged His life for such a miserable death What villaine but a prodigie of nature Ingendred by some Comet would haue forst His aged soule to wander in the ayre Bearing a packet of such ponderous sinnes Would cracke the Axel-tree of heauen to beare And not haue giuen him liberty to pray But I am armde with patience First with words Wee le seeke to conquer and if not by swords March round I heare their Drummes ACTVS 3. SCENA 3. Enter Codigune Gloster Cornewall with colours and souldiours Codig Now Caradoc what i st thou canst demaund Morg. Cousin Caradoc I pray you hold her peace a little Codig I le heare no mad men speake Morg. Cads blu-hood take her for Bedlems mad mens He offers to strike him Cara. Be patient Cousin Codigune in briefe I come to clayme my right that thou vsurpest And by sinister meanes blacke as thy sinnes Hast basely stolne surrender first my wife My sister and the Kingdome of Southwales Or by the gods to whom I stand obliged In sacred bonds of Orizons and thankes For life and motion if thou refuse to doe it Or moue that bloud boyles within my veynes At the memoriall of thy hellish sinne I le teare the Crowne from off thy cursed head And eyther die my selfe or strike thee dead Cod. Caradoc thou claymest South-Wales of vs. Nor that nor wife nor sister shalt thou haue But if thou long'st for any aske a graue The high-swolne pride of Maiesty and loue Brookes no competitors it s thus decreede Who shares with them must for the booty bleed Ech Planet keeps his Orbe which being resign'd Perhaps by greater lights would be outshinde Car. Sweet Patience yet instruct my toung awhile To speake the language of a temperate soule Codigune marke vvhat I le offer thee Since that the wrongs which basely thou hast bred Cannot be reconciled but by the death Of millions that must suffer for vs two And we the authors of what wars and bloud Shall in her frantike outrage lauish out For t is a thing that honour'scornes to doe That multitudes should perish for vs two Thou art a man if actions like thy words Be but proportionable that disdaynest To fight with crauen basenesse all on ods Nor doe I thinke thy honour so profuse That guiltlesse men should bleed for thy abuse Then if thou darest And once more to augment Thy Bastard courage againe I dare thee fight Euen in a single Monomachy hand to hand And if by chance as man is nought but chance Thou conquerest me I will become thy slaue Confirme my right to thee and to thy heyres And if I ouercome doe thou the like How sayest thou vvilt thou accept this offer Cod. It pleases me and here in sight of heauens By all my hopes of immortality I vvill performe vvhat thou hast brauely spoke I loue thee for these honourable termes And will as fearelesse entertaine this fight As a good conscience doth the cracks of Ioue Cara. Then as vve are Souldiers begirt vs round And let no man disturbe the Combatants Till one or both fall to our mother earth For thus be vvell assurde the cause being right Immortall spirits doe for iustice fight Alarum They fight at Poleaxe Codigune is conquered Glost. Novv Gloster flie and hide thy head vvith shame Morg. Cads blue-hood peat out her praynes for calling her Bedlems

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