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A11110
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[The famous history, of Guy Earle of Warwicke]
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Rowlands, Samuel, 1570?-1630?
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That for the Combate they had singled forth When this was done the Earle demaunds his Name Pardon quoth he that were against a Vow To no man liuing I le reueale the same For I haue changed Name and Nature now Natures corruptions I doe striue to leaue A new Regeneration to receiue Farewell my friend euen as my soule would fare If we ne're meete on Earth Heauen be the place For idle howers I haue no time to spare My hayres looke gray they turne to white apace I haue great losse in short time to redeeme A minutes sorrow is of much esteeme So he departs towards Iudea ground Samarta and Galile to see Those parts by Christian Pilgrims so renown'd Because their Sauiours choyse was their to bee Where he did suffer to redeeme our losse Euen from the Cratch vnto the bloody Crosse. Much time he spends and many yeares bestowes From place to place about this Holy Land That all his friends in England doe suppose Now Death of him had got the vpper-hand For no reporter came that could relate His Life his being or his present state This put the world to silence men were mute Concerning Guy they knew not what to say The dreadfull Champion in the armed sute Was neither knowne nor fear'd in simple Gray But did endeauour all that ere he might Neuer to be reueal'd to any wight For vnto none he would his Name disclose Nor tell direct what Countrey-man he was Nor of his Noble minde make any showes But striue in all thinges most obscure to passe Vntill by natiue loue his minde was led To come and lay his bones where he was bred Guy after many yeares comes home To England for his Graue Kils Colbron that great Gyant and Dyes poorely in a Caue Canto 12. EVen as the brightest glorious shining Day Will haue a Night of darknes to succeed Which takes the pride of Phoebus quite away And makes the Earth to mourne in sable weed Presenting vs with drowsie heauy sleepe Death's memory in carefull thoughts to keepe So Youth the day of Natures strength and beauty Which hath a splendor like faire Heauens eye Must yeeld to Age by a submissiue duty And grow so darke that life of force must dye When length of yeares brings ancient euening on Irreuocable time is posting gone This cogitation in Guyes brest appeares By his returning from the Holy Land He findes himselfe to be a man in yeares And that his Glasse had but a little sand To runne before his date of life expire Therefore to England he doth backe retire There to be buryed where he had bin borne Was all the cause that did induce him backe To end his euening where he had his morne In dolefull colours of a dead-mans blacke And let that body rest in English ground which through the world no resting place had found When he arriued on his Natiue shore He found the Countrey in extreame distresse For through the Kingdome armed troupes great store Against the Foe were all in readinesse The King of Denmarke whose destroying hand A mighty Army did securely land And marched from the Coast with deuastation Destroying Townes Villages set on fire Working such terrour vnto all the Nation King Athelstone was forced to retire To Winchester which when the Danes once knew Towards that Citty all their strength they drew Which was too strong for Speare and shield to win Inuincible our walles of Stone were then They wanted Cannon-keyes to let them in Hell's pick-locke powder was vnknowne to men The Deuill had not taught such murdering smoke A Soldiers honour was his manly stroke Beholding now how they repulsed were That Winchester by no meanes could be wonne They doe conclude to summon parley there And with a Challenge haue all quarrels done An Englishman to Combate with a Dane And that King loose that had his Champion slaine Wherewith a huge great Gyant doth appeare Demaunding where the Foxes all were crept Saying if one dare come and meete me heere That hath true valour for his Countrey kept Let him come forth his man-hood to disclose Or else the English are but Coward foes Why very crauens on their dunghils dare Both crow and strike before they runne and cry Is English courage now become so rare That none will fight because they feare to dye Then I pronounce you all faint-hearted fooles Affraid to looke on manly Martiall tooles What slaunders I haue heard in forraigne Lands Of these poore men for deeds which they haue done Most false they are belyed of their hands But he sayes true that sayes their feete can runne They haue a Prouerbe to instruct them in That 't is good sleeping in a sound whole skin Thus did he vaunt in tearmes of proude disdaine And threw his Gantlet downe saying ther 's my gloue At length great Guy no longer could refraine Seeing all straine curt'sie to expresse their loue But comes vnto the King and sayes dread Lord This Combate to thy vnknowne Knight afford Although in simple habite I am hid Yeelding no showe of that I vndertake I ne're attempted ought but what I did An end of Colbrond on my soule I le make Palmer quoth Athelstone I like thy sprite God sent thee hither and hee ayde the right His pow'rfull hand lend vigor to thy blowes And grant thy foote vpon the foe may treade Amen quoth Guy and with great courage goes Forth Winchesters North-gate vnto Hide-meade Where that same Monster of a man hee found Treading at eu'ry step two yardes of ground Art thou the man quoth Colbrond art thou he On whom the King will venter Englands Crowne Can hee not finde a fitter match forme Then this poore Rascall in a thred-bare Gowne Where 's all his Knights and worthy Champions now I doe disdaine so base a Slaue as thou Guy fights to free all Englands feares With Colbrond Gyant Dane And in Hide-mead at VVinchester Was that Goliah slaine Gyant said Guy man-hood should neuer rayie To beate the ayre with blasts of idle winde A Soldiours weapon best can tell his tale Thy destiny vpon my Sword I finde T will let thee blood while thou hast drops to bleed And spell thy Death for all the Danes to reed Thus I begin and on his Armour layd That Colbronds coate was neuer cudgel'd so Who with his Club did watch to meete his blade Intending to haue broke it with a blowe But Guy was sure his Sword would holde out play It had bin trusty many a cruell fray And therefore boldly he presumes thereon Laying about as fast as he could driue Vntill the Lubbers breath was almost gone For with a weighty Club did Colbrond striue Which lighting on the ground made earth giue ways As if some Deuill did about him lay So long they held this sterne and irefull fight That the beholders knew not what to deeme Yet still some wounds to Colbronds share did light Which to the English did great comfort seeme Besides their Champion gaue encouragement By
actiue cariage danger to preuent Quoth Colbrond English-man wilt thou forbeare And sue for mercy let the Fight alone Villaine quoth Guy I scorne thy Coward feare I le haue thy Life or it shall cost mine owne Wee le neuer part till one be soundly sped The King hath ventur'd England on my Head For twenty Denmarkes if they might be found And all the wealth that on the Ocean swimmes I will not yeeld an inch of English ground Thou shalt finde mettall in these aged limmes Although thy bodyes height be more then mine I haue a heart bigger by oddes then thine Thinke on thy ancient grand-fire Gogmagog Whom Corâ—neus delt withall at Douer How that same Lubber like a timber-log Was by the worthy Brittaine tumbled ouer For his bolde Challenge he had such a checke There was no Surgeon could amend his necke Thou art deceiu'd in me poore silly sot I am vntaught to bend submissions knees Holde me no Christian if I fayle a iot And for the world that tytle I le not leese Betake thee to thy tooles honour thy King Vpon thy man-hood lyes a mighty thing And thus I doe encounter thee afresh With that he lent him such a powerfull stroke It made wide rupture in the Gyants flesh And did his furious Choller much prouoke Laying about him in most cruell rage Till the next wound did all his heate asswage It was so mortall that it brought him downe To lye and groane vpon the bloody ground Forthwith a showte was heard from out the Towne That all the Sky did Eccho to the sound Great ioy was made by euery English heart And all the Danes with extreame griefe depart King Athelstone sent for his Champion then To doe him Honour for his famous deede Who was receiued by the Clergie men With all solemnity for such high meede Embraced by the Nobles and renown'd With Martiall musicke Drum and Trumpets sound But little pleasure Guy conceiues herein Refusing Iewels costly Ornaments Saying with these he out of loue hath bin For many yeares by true experiments Onely thankes God that blest him with an hower To free his Countrey from inuading power And so intreates that hee may passe vnknowne To liue where pouerty regards not weahh And be beholden to the helpe of none Seeing the world but now and then by stealth For true Content doth such a Treasure bring It makes the Begger richer then the King With true Content saith hee I will abide In homely Cottage free from all resout For I haue found Content cannot be spide To make abode within a Monarchs Court No there 's ambition pride and enuy seene And fawning flatt'ry stepping still betweene Yet gentle Palmer said the King agree Where euer thou resoluest to remaine Acquaint thy Name in priuate vnto me And this is all thy Sou'raigne will obtaine Tell me but who thou art I will conceale it As I am Englands King I le not reueale it Why then quoth he your Grace shall vnderstand I am your Subiect Guy of Warwicke named That haue these many yeares not seene your Land But bin where Youth by auncient Age is tamed Yea where experience taught me wit dread Prince The world of many follyes to conuince And now am come to bring my bones to Graue Within the Kingdome where I first tooke life Yet shall no Creature else the notice haue Of my arriuall not my dearest Wife Till sicknes come and doth my Death foretell Then I le acquaint her with my last farewell The King with ioy embrac'd him in his armes And with great admiration answers thus Most worthy Earle freer of Englands harmes It grieues my soule thou wilt not liue with vs Oh were thy resolutions thoughts but now That my perswasions might preuent thy Vow But 't is too late they are growne ripe I see Thou art too setled in determination Well Honourable man yet this ioyes mee Thou bringest thy bones vnto thy dearest Nation Where Monuments of thy great deeds shall last Till after Ages of the world be past In Warwicke Castle shall thy Sword be kept To witnes to the world what thou hast bin And least forgetfull time should intercept A President I present will begin The Castle-keeper shall receiue a fee To keepe thy Sword in memory of thee Thy Armour likewise and the martiall Speare That did thee seruice in thy high designes Shall be preserued very carefull there That all such men as haue distrustfull mindes May thinke if from a truth this did not grow A King would scorne to cousen people so And in thy Chappell distant thence a mile A bone shall hang of that most cruell Beast Which neare to Couentrey remain'd long while Whose Rib by measure is sixe foote at least Destroying many that did passe that way Vntill thy man-hood did the Saluage slay That by tradition men may speake and tell This was Guyes Armour this his massie Blade These bones of murdering Beasts which men did quell And this the Tombe wherein his Corpes was layde This the true Picture of his shape at length And this the Speare did oft expresse his strength For sure I holde it an vngratefull thing When thou by Natures course in dust shalt lye No Memory should cause some Muse to sing The Worthinesse of matchles English Guy Thy Countrey-men would proue too farre vnkinde When out of sight they leaue thee out of minde This said in humble duty wondr'ous meeke Guy reuerenceth the King and so departs Some solitary den or Caue to seeke Which he vnto his mansion house conuerts And so liues poorely in the hollow ground Making his meate of rootes and hearbes he found Sometimes he would to Warwicke Castle goe And craue an Almes at his deere Ladyes hand Who vnto Pilgrims did more bounty show Then any Noble woman in the Land And she would aske all Palmers that came there If at the Holy Land they neuer were Or in their trauels if they had not seene An English-man was Lord of that same Tower Who many yeares away from thence had beene A Knight ne're conquer'd yet by humane power But there 's a Tyrant whom I onely feare They call him Death that murders euery where If he haue met him O my dearest Lord I neuer shall behold thy face againe Till that same Monster doe asmuch afford Vnto my heart and so release all paine Which gracious Heauens grant if Guy be dead Vpon this earth let me no longer treade Thus did he often heare his Wife enquire With deep complaints from extream passions flowing Yet by no meanes would grant her kinde desire The comfort of a hopefull word bestowing But looke vpon her as his heart would breake Then turne away for feare his tongue would speake And so depart with weeping to his Cell Setting a dead-mans Head before his eyes Saying with thee I shortly come to dwell This sinfull Flesh I constantly despise My soule is weary of so bad a guest And doth desire to bee at home in rest My feeble limbes weakenes